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

"Ah—!" Sawada Ryuichi's neck veins bulged, blood seeped from the wounds on his limbs, and he lay limply on the ground, muttering pitifully in a weak voice:

"Impossible... How could this be..."

Zeng Linglong squatted down, grabbed Sawada Ryuichi's hair, and said with utter sarcasm:

There's a lot you don't know.

"Haven't you always longed for your empire to return to its former glory and regain its imperial status?"

"But I'm telling you—you're finished, and your empire is finished too."

"Because we have found ample evidence of the filth and evil of your empire."

"Fujiwara is not dead. He said it himself that you and your country cooperated in using biological weapons."

"And everything you said during your confrontation with Zeus was recorded on video and audio."

"Now the whole world knows, and the remaining terrorists you hired also know, that they are joining forces with all terrorist organizations and the underworld to launch a full-scale terrorist attack against your country."

His voice grew colder and colder:

"Your so-called empire is now isolated and rejected by all nations."

"Because your so-called empire has become a sinful nation, facing a security crisis and a financial crisis."

"And do you know what?"

"I orchestrated all of this."

"You must know that the Cosmic Organization has informants and assassins in many countries around the world, but now they have become spies for your Sun Country."

"The information I obtained from the God of the Universe is that they were all found to have biochemical agents when they were captured, but they all admitted that it was your Sun Country that ordered them to do so."

"You are a devil! You are a complete devil!" Ryuichi Sawada roared angrily.

Zeng Linglong smiled:

"We'll settle this score. You and your country have wronged me, so I'll retaliate in kind."

"Also, I'll let you in on another piece of news—"

"I borrowed huge sums of money from your country in the early stages, and then carried out terrorist attacks and assassinations against your large enterprises, thereby suppressing your country's stock market."

His voice was as cold as a knife:

"I also want to drive your country's currency exchange rate down to the absolute bottom."

"Right now, I and all the hot money in the world are already reaping the rewards."

"I'll borrow your money, earn more from you, and eventually destroy your country's economy."

"Don't you think this is fun?"

Sakura sat limply on the ground:

"Devil! You are a mad devil! The Empire will not let you get away with this!"

Zeng Linglong sneered:

"Do you think you'll let me go if I don't do this?"

"Eighteen years, eighteen years of your wickedness and cruelty have caused me immense suffering and separated me from my parents."

"Eighteen years later, you became even more insidious and used mustard gas on me."

"Then I'll have no choice but to retaliate in a frenzied manner—an eye for an eye."

"I'm telling you, after your country is completely occupied, you will also face the wrath of my Dragon Kingdom's military and hundreds of millions of people."

"If you don't give us an explanation, then let's go to war."

"But I think that by then it would be completely unnecessary."

"Because the entire dark world will be fired a second time."

"You couldn't handle the outcome of the first shot; I wonder what the outcome of the second will be?"

He opened the video on his phone and pointed it at Ryuichi Sawada:

"Look, this video shows the current state of your country."

Ryuichi Sawada stared blankly.

The screen showed a stock market crash, terrorist attacks, assassinations, kidnappings by mercenaries, street protests and riots, and condemnations and outrage from numerous countries.

He tried to shout angrily, but no sound came out.

"It's your fault," Zeng Linglong said coldly.

"You caused this situation eighteen years ago; you are the one who destroyed your country."

"And your empire should have been put to trial decades ago, it's just a little late."

"Cough cough cough—"

Sawada Ryu's eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred, resentment, and utter despair at the fact that the empire had failed to become an empire.

He coughed up blood, black blood, perhaps his heart was black too.

Finally, his frail body became powerless, his head slowly drooped, filled with resentment, regret, and despair, and his eyes slowly closed—he breathed his last.

Zeng Linglong stood up, without even glancing at Sawada Ryuichi, who had already died of anger.

He gently closed his eyes, as if putting a period to the past, as if finding relief from eighteen years of hatred.

But he still couldn't let it go.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with icy killing intent, and quickly and directly pulled a pistol from Zeng Wen's body.

The pistol spun continuously in his right hand, creating a series of flashes.

Reaching Sakura, he stopped spinning the pistol, deftly disengaged the safety, and pulled the bolt—"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and a bloody hole appeared on Sakura's forehead.

Zeng Linglong's right hand didn't stop; he fired another shot—a bloody hole appeared on Slo's forehead as well.

Finally, he fired two shots into Wu Jun's legs.

"Bang! Bang!" Wu Jun knelt down in front of Zeng Linglong, blood seeping from his trousers and flowing to the ground.

The arrogance of the eldest son of the Wu family had long since shattered, leaving him trembling with fear and terrified.

Zeng Linglong's tone was icy:

"If it weren't for your grandfather's redemption that night, if your grandfather hadn't humbled himself and had a long, remorseful talk with my grandfather as a Chinese, you would be a dead man like them now."

Wu Jun collapsed to the ground, filled with remorse.

Why is the eldest son of the Wu family still not satisfied? He is too obsessed with power, which has led to his current self-destructive situation.

Zeng Linglong turned around and looked at his grandfather.

He let out a heavy breath and smiled slightly.

Zeng Rong laughed, and everyone in the Zeng family laughed too.

That was a smile of relief.

The Zeng family's eighteen years of shame and pain have finally been relieved, and Zeng Linglong's eighteen years of hatred will also be released.

Outside the window, the night was already deep.

The lights of thousands of homes in the capital city shone like a galaxy fallen to earth.

Zeng Linglong stood there, with his family behind him and his enemy, whom he had personally killed, in front of him.

Eighteen years of hatred finally came to an end at this moment.