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

Around 10 p.m., the lights in the private room on the top floor of Yuetingyuan were still on, and Zeng Long's private conversation with core members continued.

Meanwhile, in a high-end apartment building not far from Yuetingyuan, a silent operation of surveillance and infiltration is underway.

Room 1701, 17th floor.

This is a corner that seems to have been forgotten by the world. The lights are off, the heavy curtains are drawn back, but the windows are tightly shut, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

The room was filled with a oppressive, deathly silence, a mixture of tobacco and vigilance.

Three sharp-looking young men in dark suits seemed to blend into the deliberately created darkness, remaining silent.

They work in three shifts, taking turns to watch over a high-powered telescope set up in the window.

The telescope's cold metal tube, like a viper's forked tongue, silently pierced through the clean glass, firmly locking onto the brightly lit gate of Yueting Garden hundreds of meters away.

This is an extremely professional reconnaissance point.

The use of transparent glass instead of drawing the curtains is to effectively counter thermal imaging night vision devices—glass can effectively block infrared heat emitted by people indoors.

Furthermore, with no comparable vantage point on the opposite side, this room hidden in the darkness became a "ghost eye" that was difficult to detect from the opposite direction.

In the corner, a tiny crimson flame flickered abruptly in the absolute darkness before quickly going out, leaving only a wisp of very faint blue smoke rising.

The young man in the lead was smoking; he was almost completely blended into the shadows in the corner, with only the brief burst of smoke revealing his presence.

"How are you?" A hoarse, deep voice broke the silence, as if speaking to the darkness or asking a companion. The voice carried the dryness characteristic of someone who had been lying dormant for a long time.

The young man standing before the telescope, his eyes still pressed against the eyepiece, uttered the same suppressed and weary response from his throat:

"The target... hasn't come out yet." He stretched his stiff neck slightly, making a soft "click" sound, and couldn't help but complain under his breath:

"Boss, we've been taking turns keeping watch here for so long... what exactly is the higher-ups' intention? Are they just going to keep us hanging on like this?"

"Shut the fuck up!" The voice from the corner suddenly turned cold and sharp. Although the volume was lowered, it carried an undeniable intimidating force!

"Have you forgotten all the rules? Don't think about things you shouldn't think about, and don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!"

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, then crushed the butt under his foot, the embers extinguished completely in the darkness.

"We are the shadows in the darkness. If we're told to keep watch, we keep watch! If we're told to retreat, we retreat! If we break the rules and anger our superiors, you won't even know how you died!"

A chill ran through the room as he spoke, and the young man who had asked the question immediately fell silent, not daring to say anything more, and refocused his attention on the telescope.

However, they did not know that they were not the only hunters under the cover of night.

In the shadows of the Yuetingyuan ground parking lot, a rather inconspicuous black Toyota sedan was parked quietly.

The interior of the car was equally silent and dark, with dark film covering the windows, perfectly concealing everything inside.

Inside the car sat three young men with stern expressions. They were not resting, but rather staring intently at the screens of their tablets.

The screen did not display an ordinary image, but rather real-time infrared images transmitted by three miniature "robotic bees"—the latest equipment that Lin Xiaoya had specially provided to Fang Rong today and which Fang Rong then distributed to them.

These robotic bees are small in size and extremely quiet, almost blending into the night.

They hovered silently on the exterior wall of the opposite apartment building, like real insects, using their built-in infrared night vision devices to scan the windows of the unlit rooms one by one.

The cold, electronic eye attempts to penetrate the glass and capture any unusual image signals.

suddenly!

The young man sitting in the passenger seat suddenly stiffened!

On the tablet screen in his hand, an initially blurry image gradually became clear after being enhanced by the system and reconstructed by algorithms.

It was a vague human figure outline, and the outline of a long, tubular object placed in front of the window with a very clear direction!

Although the image was still not high-resolution, based on his professional skills and familiarity with reconnaissance equipment, he could almost certainly conclude that it was a telescope and someone operating it!

A dark room, a hidden telescope, a lurking figure... The combination of these three elements makes the target incredibly clear!

He immediately took a deep breath, suppressing the pounding in his heart, and without hesitation picked up the encrypted communicator and connected to Fang Rong's call.

"Instructor! Suspicious target spotted!" His voice was low and urgent, filled with the excitement and tension of discovering prey.

In a room on the 17th floor of an apartment building directly opposite the main gate of Yuetingyuan, the windows were tightly closed and the lights were off.

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"This new equipment you provided... it's amazing! We've been investigating for so many days and couldn't catch them, but now we've finally given them a clue!"

On the other end of the phone, Fang Rong's voice was so calm it was completely unwavering: "Are you sure?"

"Based on a comprehensive assessment of image analysis, target behavior patterns, and viewing angle, the probability exceeds 85%!" the young man replied decisively.

A brief silence fell over the phone, with only Fang Rong's soft breathing audible; he was clearly making a quick decision.

A few seconds later, Fang Rong's decisive voice rang out, carrying the swift and efficient manner characteristic of a soldier:

"Listen up! Your team, move out immediately and pinpoint the exact room number! Remember, confirm, don't make contact, and absolutely do not alert them!"

His orders were clear and unambiguous:

"I'll take men there immediately! Keep watch until I arrive, and report any unusual activity immediately!"

"clear!"

The call has ended.

Inside the black Toyota, the three young men's eyes instantly sharpened like those of hawks.

A counter-surveillance operation against the "surveillers" suddenly unfolded under the deep darkness of the night!

An invisible net is quietly tightening around that dark room 1701.

A sense of danger spread silently through the cold air.