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

Outside the Hellfire base, the night wind howled.

An off-road vehicle burst through the darkness and came to a screeching halt at the entrance of the base.

Before the car door was fully open, Xiaoya had already jumped out, her military boots slamming heavily on the sand.

Ye Feng leaped out of the passenger seat, his movements as swift as a ghost.

Tie Zhu was the last to get off the bus; his majestic figure resembled a moving mountain in the night.

The three of them rushed toward the base gate at the same time.

No one spoke, no one exchanged pleasantries, only the sound of hurried footsteps and heavy breathing.

They rushed into the laboratory and to Zeng Linglong's bedside.

Under the light, Zeng Linglong lay there, his face as pale as paper and his lips devoid of any color.

His body was covered in tubes, and the ripples on the electrocardiogram monitor jumped on the screen, one after another.

Iron Pillar, this steel beast, was in tears.

He stood by the bed, looking at the leader who was always at the forefront—

It lay there quietly, motionless.

His hands were trembling, his lips were trembling, his whole body was trembling.

Ye Feng clenched his fists, desperately trying to hold back his tears, but they still dripped down his cheeks.

He didn't wipe it; he just stood there, looking at Zeng Linglong, looking at his boss.

He recalled his first visit to the base many years ago, and his first meeting with the boss—

The eldest brother, a small and thin figure, carried the timber alone. Looking at the three of them, he said in a childish voice: "I'll carry the timber for you first, and we'll carry it together and walk together."

I recalled our childhood together—how I and the eldest brother had repeatedly stood up for them. I remembered every life-or-death battle we fought side by side.

Xiaoya rubbed her eyes frantically until they turned red, but tears still streamed down her face.

She bit her lip, trying not to cry out loud.

She is the youngest.

During training sessions and times of helplessness and despair, the eldest brother would take care of her like a younger sister.

At this moment, she couldn't help herself.

Baroque's booming voice suddenly rang out:

"Alright, alright! Your boss isn't dead yet, stop wailing!"

He walked over and glared at the three of them:

"I get annoyed whenever I see you bunch of good-for-nothings crying here."

"Zero's parents are on their way."

"If your parents saw the expressions on your faces, wouldn't they be even more heartbroken and worried?"

"After saying that, Baroque looked at the Poison Doctor again—"

"Old Poison, try to wake Zero up as soon as possible; it will be a comfort to his parents."

Xue Yan thought for a moment and then spoke:

"I have already given him antibiotics and related vaccines, and the bacterial virus will be cleared up soon."

"Given Zero's constitution, he should wake up within twelve hours."

"But... Zero inhaled a large amount of mustard gas."

"And mustard gas had already damaged his DNA, causing a large number of cancer cells."

"A complete removal will take time; we'll have to wait until he wakes up and undergo a full examination to know the specifics."

Baroque sighed:

"I wonder how his family will feel when they hear this news?"

Zeng Wen said angrily:

"Poison Doctor, you're saying those damned Japanese not only used biological weapons on my brother, but also chemical warfare agents?"

Xue Yan nodded:

"Moreover, the chemical warfare agents used concentrated mustard gas."

"The Sun Kingdom—my Zeng family, Zeng Wenhe, will fight you to the death!"

Zeng Wen gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Ye Feng, his eyes filled with killing intent, said to Tie Zhu and Xiao Ya:

Xiaoya's eyes were filled with a destructive light:

"I will paralyze all important networks in the Sun Kingdom."

"I want to send missiles to blast their skyscrapers into ruins."

"You all come back here!"

Baroque immediately called out to Ye Feng and the other two who were heading towards the door:

"If you want revenge, you should wait until your boss wakes up and see what he has to say before you go!"

"At that time, you will lead the Hellfire Mercenaries along as well."

"Damn it, how dare they harm Zero like this, ruining the hopes of us three old guys—"

"Even if all the hellfire is extinguished, I will not let the Sun Kingdom go."

The Poison Doctor said coldly:

"I'll go too then."

"Don't they like playing with biological weapons?"

"Then this old poison master will return to the scene and show them what biochemicals are all about."

In the distance, the roar of car engines could be heard.

Baroque walked to the window, looked at the flashing car lights at the base entrance, and sighed heavily.

"Zero's parents...have arrived."

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Zeng Sheng was the first to open the door and jump out.

Military boots stomped on the sand, kicking up a trail of dust.

His face was ashen, his lips were tightly pressed together, but the hands that had once gripped steel guns and given orders were now trembling slightly.

He Jing followed closely behind, her eyes red, her face filled with panic, heartache, and anxiety.

Zeng Lingyu helped Yan Ruge get out of the car in a hurry.

In the distance, Anna stood barefoot on the sand—

Her skirt was covered in sand, and she wasn't even looking at where she was going!

He stumbled and ran towards the base gate, his feet sinking into the sand.

At this moment, their eyes were all fixed on the door in front of them.

Zeng Sheng and He Jing's legs began to feel weak.

Inside the gate lay not only their son, whose fate remained unknown—

It was also the place where my son grew up and was toughened up.

He experienced despair and pain here.

He Jing thought of the videos of her son growing up earlier—

A few months old, one year old, three years old...

The scene that almost suffocated her—

She desperately wanted to rush through the door and personally experience her son's despair and helplessness.

But at this moment, the gate seemed like an insurmountable chasm, preventing her from taking even a single step.

She was afraid she couldn't bear it, and even more so, she couldn't bear the possibility that something bad might happen to her son.

Yan Rugo and Anna, two exceptionally talented women, were also looking at the gate with tears streaming down their faces.

Inside the gate lies the place where their beloved man spent his childhood.

Yan Ruge recalled the poem Zeng Linglong had recited, which contained everything he had experienced here.

She looked at this scarred land, smelling the rust and gunpowder in the air.

She roughly wiped away her tears, then mustered her courage and took a heavy step.

Xiaoya, Yefeng, and Tiezhu arrived at the door and personally escorted them to the laboratory.

The door opened.

Zeng Wen stood at the door, looking at these familiar faces and at the eagerness and anticipation in their eyes.

His voice was hoarse, but every word was clear:

"Second Uncle, Second Aunt, Xiaoyu—Xiaolong is still alive. The Poison Doctor said he's out of danger."

He Jing's legs went weak, and she knelt down on the ground.

Her knees slammed heavily onto the cold ground, but she felt no pain.

She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling violently, and sobs escaped through her fingers. The tears she had suppressed all night finally burst forth.

The crying was heart-wrenching, like a mother tearing out her heart and smashing it on the ground.

Zeng Lingyu rushed into her father's arms, her tears soaking Zeng Sheng's clothes.

Her body was trembling, her lips were moving, she wanted to call out "brother", but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound.

Zeng Sheng held his daughter tightly in his arms, while his other arm embraced his wife.

His eyes reddened, but he didn't shed a tear.

He is Zeng Linglong's father, the last bastion of this family.

He mustn't cry.

But his fingers trembled slightly on He Jing's back.

Yan Ruge stood at the door, holding onto the door frame.

She didn't go in; she just stood there, looking at the unconscious figure on the bed.

Her lips were trembling, tears were streaming down her face, but she smiled.

That smile carried anticipation, relief, and an unspeakable love.

Anna stood barefoot on the sand, her skirt billowing in the wind.

She looked at the door, at the bed inside, and at the person on the bed.

She slowly squatted down on the ground barefoot, her whole body trembling, her hands tightly covering her face.

Tears dripped slowly through my fingers, falling onto the sand—

One drop after another.

She didn't make a sound, but every tear spoke of her unspoken longing and anxiety.

A night breeze blew in from outside the door, causing the IV tubing by Zeng Linglong's bedside to twitch.

The electrocardiogram monitor was still beeping steadily and regularly.

Like everyone's heartbeat, everyone was waiting for him to wake up.