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

Just as the major turned to report the sudden situation regarding Brother Jian and his gang into the gate.

A more intense and piercing wailing, growing louder and closer, surged forth like a tidal wave—

It suddenly shattered the solemn tranquility that had been under military control around Yuetingyuan.

Dozens of police cars, painted with the words "Special Police" and "Criminal Police," with their red and blue flashing lights spinning wildly on their roofs, were on display.

It sped up aggressively, and finally came to a stop in the parking lot and surrounding roads with a series of ear-piercing brake screechs.

The major immediately stopped in his tracks as he headed to report, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly sharp and wary.

Without any hesitation, he turned abruptly and, like a javelin, returned with incredible speed to the center of the only exit left in the military encirclement.

Alone, yet seemingly holding the line against the surging torrent of police cars.

The car doors slammed open, and a large number of special police officers dressed in black SWAT uniforms, carrying riot shields and submachine guns, as well as criminal police officers in dark blue uniforms with serious expressions, quickly got out of the car and assembled like a flood.

They quickly formed initial offensive or alert formations, and a solemn and oppressive aura belonging to a powerful law enforcement agency permeated the air, creating a stark contrast and silent clash with the military's iron-blooded battlefield killing intent.

A short while later, several officers, seemingly the team leaders and with stern expressions, accompanied by a group of elite officers, quickly arrived at a position about thirty meters from the military encirclement.

This is exactly the spot where Brother Jian and his gang were captured.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties, dressed in casual clothes, slightly overweight, with slicked-back hair, and his face showed undisguised anxiety and anger, but deeper down, a hint of the arrogance typical of those in power.

He was none other than Wu Qian's father, a collateral descendant of the Wu family, who was kneeling in the main hall of Yuetingyuan at that moment.

Wu Zixiong! As a powerful secretary of the Beijing District Council, he is a well-known figure in Beijing.

However, his rank and access to core information were clearly far from enough to warrant a personal warning from military leaders like General Liu.

When he received his son Wu Qian's tearful, exaggerated, and extremely terrified SOS call—

His fierce protectiveness, coupled with the blind confidence that comes with power, caused him to be instantly blinded by rage.

Without conducting any in-depth investigation or verifying the true danger at Yuetingyuan at this moment.

He immediately used his power and connections to urgently mobilize the special police and criminal police forces under his command to organize what he considered a "just rescue" operation.

However, when he and his large group of police officers truly saw the heavily armed soldiers standing guard ahead—

When they saw countless dark gun barrels pointed at them, the grim look on everyone's faces was instantly replaced by immense shock and disbelief!

What... what's going on here?! The military?!

Why are there so many soldiers here?!

And they even adopted such a tense, war-like posture?!

Wu Zixiong suppressed his inner turmoil and uncertainty, striving to maintain the dignity of a superior.

His gaze was fixed on the major battalion commander, who stood like a nail in the center of the encirclement, and he spoke loudly in a tone that carried both official authority and accusation:

"I am Secretary Wu, a member of the Jingcheng District Council! Which military unit are you from? Why are you blocking our way here?!"

Without waiting for a reply, he continued in a hurried tone:

Do you know that there is a group of suspected terrorists inside?

They possess a large number of illegally controlled and lethal firearms, and they have kidnapped my son, along with many influential younger members of their families in Beijing! The situation inside is extremely dangerous.

If your unwarranted obstruction causes delays in the rescue efforts, resulting in my son or those children suffering even the slightest injury, can you bear the responsibility?!

"I'll put you all in a military court!" He became increasingly agitated, finally pointing almost at the major's nose and ordering:

"Now! Immediately! Get your men out of the way and come in with us police to carry out the rescue!!"

Faced with Wu Zixiong's barrage of questions and threats.

The major's voice carried the cold, hard tone typical of a soldier:

"I am the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion, XX Regiment, Beijing Military Sub-district. This area has been taken over by our side and is under the highest military control."

His words were concise and powerful, directly declaring sovereignty.

"As for what happened inside Yueting Garden, you have no right to ask, much less to enter and participate."

His gaze swept over Wu Zixiong and the police officers behind him, his tone resolute:

"I don't care what your position is, or what the situation is inside. Now, you, and all the police officers you brought, must leave here immediately! This is your final warning!"

"This is impossible!!" Wu Zixiong jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face flushed red with anger and anxiety:

"What are you soldiers even good for?!"

"There are hostages inside! They are victims!"

"Are you trying to protect the criminals inside by obstructing our law enforcement efforts?!"

"Are you still trying to buy them time so they can escape at their leisure?!"

He roared sternly, "Do you want to provoke a conflict between the military and police?! Who is your superior? I want to speak with him immediately!!"

A senior police officer leading the team stepped forward, his face ashen, and echoed in a stern tone:

"Major! Please understand the situation! We are conducting normal law enforcement operations; we have a clear report and rescue mission!"

"I don't care what mission you're here on, your unit has no law enforcement authority here!"

"Furthermore, we have not received any formal notification or order regarding your troops taking over this area or prohibiting us from entering!"

After saying that, he seemed to lose patience and waved to the police officers behind him: "Follow me! Saving lives is the priority!" He was actually trying to forcefully lead the team forward.

"Splash—!! Click!"

The moment he moved, a series of synchronized, heart-stopping sounds of gun safety being released and guns being aimed suddenly rang out.

Almost simultaneously, all the soldiers around the major and at the forefront of the encirclement moved with lightning speed, pointing their cold gun barrels mercilessly at the police force attempting to advance.

The countless dark gun muzzles gleamed with a deadly glint under the police lights.

The major battalion commander standing at the forefront glared at him and, with lightning speed, drew his sidearm from his waist, straightened his arm, and pointed the gun steadily at the senior police officer who was leading the charge.

His movements were clean and efficient, full of the killing intent of real combat.

"Warning again! Retreat immediately! Leave this area! Otherwise, you will be subject to battlefield discipline and will bear all the consequences."

The major's voice was icy cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

The senior police officer was also taken aback by this sudden, uncompromising, and forceful stance, and his movements faltered for a moment:

That resounding command to enforce battlefield discipline washed away all his convictions and sense of mission—

Soldiers in the military operate under the principle that orders are absolute; they don't care about their rank or the occasion.

They will fire without hesitation as soon as the military orders it. That's the difference between the military and the police. Didn't you see that the heavy machine guns and assault rifles have all their safety engaged?

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, as if a single spark could ignite it.