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

The night was as dark as ink, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow on the empty streets, but they could not dispel the somber atmosphere that permeated certain corners.

Three ghostly figures, with their well-trained and swift movements, quickly infiltrated the target apartment building.

They come from the brutal training camps in Siberia, and every movement is efficient and precise, with the shadows of their baseball caps perfectly concealing their faces.

Relying on their keen insight into the environment and the process of elimination, they quickly narrowed their focus to room 1701.

However, they didn't notice that in a very hidden corner of the corridor, a miniature camera's red indicator light flickered faintly in the darkness—

Like the cold eyes of a venomous snake, they took in every move.

Although the three quickly retreated into the fire escape and hid after confirming their target, deep within the deathly silence of room 1701—

The young man in the lead was staring intently at a hidden surveillance screen.

The replay on the screen showed the three men's professional and efficient reconnaissance process.

His vigilance, honed by years of walking on the edge of danger, instantly tightened!

Coincidence? No! At this time and in this place, the presence of such a professional team could not possibly be a resident or an ordinary visitor!

There's only one conclusion: they've been exposed! The other side is after them!

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he quickly took out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen to type an encrypted message, which he then sent.

Immediately, he got up, went into the bathroom, deftly took out the SIM card, threw it into the toilet, pressed the flush button, and watched as the tiny chip was mercilessly swallowed by the swirling water.

After doing all this, his eyes showed no panic, but rather an almost cold composure.

He skillfully lifted the toilet tank lid and fished out a sealed, waterproof leather bag from the water.

Inside, there were three Desert Eagle pistols with a cold, metallic sheen, six magazines fully loaded with bullets, and a matching silencer.

He calmly walked back to the living room and met up with his two companions who were already waiting in the dark.

There were no words, only a brief exchange of glances and an absolute understanding cultivated from years of life-or-death struggles.

The young man at the head of the group silently lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the orange-red flame briefly illuminated the resolute ruthlessness in his eyes. He then gently tossed the leather bag onto the ground.

"Click...click..."

In the darkness, a soft, practiced metallic scraping sound rang out.

The three men silently took out their guns, checked the magazines, examined the weapons, and assembled them, their movements as fluid as breathing.

Finally, almost simultaneously, black silencers were screwed onto the muzzles of three Desert Eagles, instantly reducing their killing intent but making them even more dangerous.

The young man in the lead moved to the side of the door with his gun, pressing his body against the wall like a cheetah poised to pounce.

Another companion acted as an observer, keeping a close eye on the monitor screen and not missing any changes in any pixel.

The third companion, now a striker, moved behind the door, gripping the doorknob tightly with his right hand, his muscles tense, his gaze fixed on the observer.

This is a classic indoor defensive and counter-attacking formation!

The observer is responsible for early warning. A single glance from him will determine the next course of action:

If it is safe, they will open the door as quickly as possible, evacuate silently, and blend into the night.

If danger strikes, they will either open the door themselves and use precise and ruthless firepower to instantly eliminate the enemy outside;

Either hold firm on both sides behind the door, and if there is any attempt to breach the door from the outside, three Desert Eagles equipped with silencers will not hesitate to penetrate the wooden door and unleash a deadly barrage of bullets!

They are shadows in the darkness, representing death and destruction.

Anyone who tries to peek into or touch this deathly light will be ruthlessly and thoroughly eliminated by them!

In their world, there are no coincidences, only life and death!

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Meanwhile, in the fire escape just one door away.

The three team members from the Siberian training camp also demonstrated a high level of professionalism.

Under Fang Rong and Tang Long's rigorous training, their sense of danger has become instinctive.

The young man in charge of communications was the team leader. He was pressed against the fire door, his right hand also gripping the door lock handle, while his left hand held a pistol fitted with a silencer. His eyes were sharp.

Another team member held a tablet and controlled the robotic bee that was floating in the corridor. The image on the screen was firmly locked onto the door of room 1701.

The third team member pointed his gun at the fire escape staircase behind him, guarding against any potential threats from behind.

A triangular formation that combines offense and defense has been formed!

Before the arrival of the religious leader, their mission was to monitor, defend, and be ready to attack at any time!

As soon as the door to room 1701 opens, no matter who comes out, they will try to control it immediately.

If control fails, or if resistance is encountered, injuring or even eliminating the enemy is the only option!

Inside the door, three venomous snakes lurked in the deathly silence, their eyes cold and cruel, adhering to the belief that "to be destroyed by the light."

They are shadows in the darkness, unable to see the light. Once they are in the light, they will either destroy their opponent or destroy themselves.

Outside the door stood three composed and experienced hunters, their eyes sharp as knives, their aim to "capture the prey alive and extract its value."

Just a door away, a distance of five meters.

An invisible confrontation, without sound or warning, yet brimming with ultimate professionalism, experience, and murderous intent, has begun!

Those outside the door knew of those inside, like a beast locked in the darkness.

Those inside the door were aware of the presence outside, as ruthless and cold as venomous snakes...!

But neither of them knew that the other was on high alert.

What's the next step?

Should they break through and launch a strong attack? Or should they hold their ground and wait for reinforcements? Or... should they wait for that first shot that decides their fate?

The air seemed to freeze, time stretched out, and every second was filled with suffocating tension, just waiting for the moment that would break the balance!