The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

The terrorist convoy, engines roaring, prepared to pursue them northward.

Several off-road vehicles started up at the same time, stirring up sand and dust that blotted out the sky.

More terrorists, guns at their ready, prepared to charge the camp.

Their gas masks gleamed eerily in the setting sun, like demons crawling out of hell.

Mohan stood on the sand dune, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

He raised his hand, about to give the order—

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!!!"

Countless rockets rained down from the sky!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

All vehicles were completely destroyed!

Flames shot into the sky, debris flew everywhere, and burning tires rolled across the sand, leaving black scorch marks in their wake.

Then explosions occurred in other areas, and the terrorist positions were blown to pieces, with screams echoing everywhere.

"Bang--!!!"

A bloody hole appeared on Mohan's forehead.

Before he could even react, his body fell backward and crashed heavily onto the sand.

The terrorists who rushed towards the camp fell simultaneously to heavy machine guns and sniper rifles.

The gunshots were precise and deadly; each bullet took a life.

The roar of car engines could be heard outside the camp.

The lead desert pickup truck, like a steel beast, tore through the sand and stormed into the battlefield.

Behind the car stood a dark-skinned, menacing-looking Chinese man.

In front of him was a squad heavy machine gun.

At that moment, he was pulling the trigger violently.

"Da da da da—!!!"

The recoil of the heavy machine gun caused his muscles to tremble violently, and his facial muscles also shook.

Bullet casings bounced wildly at his feet, making a crisp clattering sound.

His roar was like that of a wounded lion: "Ah—!!!"

The flames spitting from the gun barrels resembled the scythe of death in the setting sun.

The terrorists fell amidst the hail of bullets, their blood blooming on the sand.

The machine gun's ammunition belt was pulsating, and his killing intent was burning.

Then he picked up another gun—the sniper rifle that Silent had personally commissioned for him.

The gun gleamed with a cold light in the setting sun, and every part was precisely tuned, just like an extension of his body.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With each shot fired, a cloud of blood erupted from the heads of the terrorists in front.

His marksmanship was breathtakingly accurate; not a single bullet missed.

His expression was angry, his eyes were cold as he stared ahead, yet he nervously looked up at the barracks rooftop.

There, lay his brothers, bound by blood, whose bones were connected even if broken—

That was his cousin, and also the hope and pride of his family.

Zeng Wen. Zeng Rong's eldest grandson and Zeng Linglong's cousin.

Zeng Wen, who was kicked into Hellfire by Zeng Linglong and tormented and honed by three devilish mentors including Baroque.

Baroque slammed on the brakes and got out of the car, masked.

His cigar was still smoking in his hand, but the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger than the smoke:

"Zeng Wen, don't go any further! There are biological weapons there!"

Poison Doctor Xue Yan also got out of the car, masked.

He took a simple gas mask out of his tactical backpack and handed it to Zeng Wen:

"My latest gas mask is lightweight and comprehensive."

His gaze fell upon the terrorists wearing gas masks ahead, his voice as cold as if it came from an ice cellar—

"Playing with biological weapons in front of me—if Zero is harmed, all those involved will suffer rotting flesh and die from excruciating poisoning."

The Poison Doctor spoke again, his voice as ruthless as a knife:

"Zeng Wen, lead your men and kill all these damned people. Remember—I want the leader alive."

He gave a chilling smile!

I want him to try all my newly developed drugs, and then tell me on his own—who framed Zero.

This armed force is the Hellfire Mercenary Group.

Baroque has arrived, and so has Poison Doctor.

Grandpa Zeng looked at Zeng Wen on the screen, suddenly stood up, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared wide-eyed:

"Xiao Wen! Xiao Wen is gone!"

He wiped away his tears excitedly, his voice trembling, "Xiaowen—you must save your brother Xiaolong!"

Zeng Wen watched as the Hellfire mercenaries behind him quickly put on the Poison Doctor's makeshift protective masks.

His dark face revealed only his white teeth, which gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

He swung his right hand forward and roared, "Kill them all!!!"

"kill--!!!"

The Hellfire mercenaries roared in unison, their voices coalescing into a torrent of steel that shook the sand.

All those who came were elite Hellfire warriors, and also comrades-in-arms and brothers-in-arms who had fought alongside Zeng Linglong countless times.

Zeng Linglong saved the lives of many of them.

At this moment, looking at that fallen figure on the rooftop—

They exuded a brutal killing intent, and a raging fire burned in every pair of eyes.

Zeng Wen took the lead and rushed out.

The sniper rifle seemed to be an extension of him; every time he raised the gun and fired, it was as smooth as breathing.

Each bullet fired represents a bullet hole appearing in an enemy's head, bursting into a spray of blood.

His figure moved across the sand like a cheetah, so fast that only a blur remained.

Behind them, the Hellfire mercenaries charged in a fan-shaped battle formation.

Their steps were synchronized, their guns pointed in unison, sending a call to death and despair to the terrorists.

Baroque leaped onto the pickup truck, a hole appearing in his mouth—a cigar dangling from his lips, ash drifting in the wind.

He gripped the squad machine gun tightly with both hands, the muzzle pointed at the terrorists in front of him—

"Da da da da—!!!"

Bullets rained down like a storm, pinning the terrorists down and leaving the sandy ground riddled with craters.

Three minutes later.

The gunfire subsided, the screams ceased. The terrorists had been completely eliminated.

On the sandy ground, the corpses lay scattered like a slaughterhouse under the setting sun.

Gas masks were scattered all over the ground, some still emitting smoke.

Baroque, Xue Yan, and Zeng Wen quickly ran up to the rooftop.

Zeng Wen quickly picked up the unconscious Zeng Linglong, his fingers trembling and his eyes red.

Xue Yan quickly began to treat Zeng Linglong with silver needles and medicine. The needle tips gleamed in the setting sun as he precisely pierced Zeng Linglong's acupoints.

Baroque asked anxiously, "Old Poison, is Zero alright?"

Xue Yan sneered, his smile radiating absolute confidence:

"It's just a biological weapon, isn't it? You know that I'm the master of drugs and biological weapons."

His fingers were as steady as a rock as he inserted the silver needles one by one—

"Don't worry, I prepared a second life for Zero years ago. As long as he has a breath left—I can save him."

Five minutes later.

Fujiwara was captured by Zeng Wen.

At this moment, Fujiwara's four limbs were broken, and he lay helplessly on the ground—

His neck had also been removed, his chin was drooping, and only his eyeballs could still move.

Those eyes were filled with fear.

The poison doctor revealed a sinister smile, and without saying a word, he first stabbed Fujiwara's pain points and nerve points with silver needles.

Fujiwara's body convulsed violently, his clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his mouth opened but he could not make a sound.

Then, the poison doctor took out all the poisons from his backpack!

Bottle after bottle, in all sorts of colors, gleaming eerily in the setting sun.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and roughly poured it into Fujiwara's mouth.

Under the combined torment of Xue Yan's silver needles and drugs, Fujiwara's consciousness had become blurred.

His eyes were unfocused, his lips moved uncontrollably, and he instinctively spoke the truth from the depths of his memory.

Baroque and Xue Yan exchanged a glance and sneered.

"Sawada...Ryuichi...Japan...you...are very good..."

Then he passed the message on to Xiaoya.