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

The night outside the door was as thick as ink, while inside the hallway and rooms, the murderous intent had solidified into tangible ice.

Inside room 1701, a deathly silence was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the atmosphere of decisive action.

The young man acting as the observer had eyes like a hawk before its prey, his gaze fixed intently on the monitor screen, his brain rapidly calculating the information transmitted by every pixel:

Changes in elevator indicator lights, blind spots in the stairwell structure, and the most uncontrollable variable—fire escape routes.

The screen showed that the floor number of one of the elevators was flashing as "17".

This is because the other party just came up to the 17th floor in the elevator, and the elevator has not been started by anyone else yet.

It's now!

There is a window of about 5 seconds between the elevator doors opening and them rushing into the elevator.

These 5 seconds are a corridor between life and death. There is no cover outside the door. If the other party is waiting behind the fire door, these 5 seconds can turn into a slaughterhouse!

"Thump...thump...thump..." His own heartbeat was amplified infinitely in the absolute silence, like the approaching footsteps of death, or the war drums of a charge.

The observer's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he no longer hesitated.

He moved swiftly and silently to the door, and gestured rapidly and precisely to the young man in the lead and his companions guarding the door:

The elevator display shows the 17th floor. This is a blind spot. The source of the threat is the fire escape.

The young man in the lead immediately understood, his eyes flashing with a fierce light! Without hesitation, he made a clean and crisp "Action!" gesture to the observer and the assault man behind the door.

The veins on the assault soldier's right hand, gripping the doorknob, bulged as if he were squeezing fate by the throat.

He exerted a sudden force and pulled inward, instantly opening the door just wide enough for one person to pass through sideways!

Almost at the same instant it appeared in the crack of the door!

The observer crouches low like a cheetah, executes a standard tactical side roll, and in the instant his body rolls out of the room and into the hallway light—

He had already knelt on one knee, and the muzzle of his Desert Eagle with a silencer seemed to have a life of its own, pointing firmly at the fire door five meters to his right even before his body was fully stable!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Four muffled yet deadly gunshots rang out almost in a single line! The bullets tore through the air, striking the metal door panel and the area near the lock of the fire door with pinpoint accuracy, sparks flying!

He didn't care whether there was anyone behind the door; suppressing the firepower was the best warning and control!

Inside the fire escape.

The captain became alert the moment the monitor screen changed, his fingers gripping the doorknob, ready to open the door and launch a surprise attack!

But the opponent's speed and decisiveness exceeded his expectations!

The figure that rolled out and instantly opened fire to suppress him, along with the muffled sound of bullets hitting the iron gate, made him abruptly stop opening the door!

"Retreat!" he growled, and he and his companions behind him reflexively took half a step back to avoid possible penetrating bullet trajectories.

He was secretly alarmed: the opponent was a master! And he had come prepared, and his attack was ruthless!

Just as the spotter opened fire to suppress the enemy!

The door was flung open! The young man in the lead and the assault team, like two black lightning bolts, swiftly rushed out in a tactical formation of alternating cover!

The leader was on the left, and the assault soldier was on the right. Both of them were half-turned to reduce the area they were exposed to, and their Desert Eagles were also spitting out deadly flames!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

More bullets rained down on the fire door, creating crossfire and completely blocking any possibility of opening the door to fight back.

The three people at the Siberian training camp stood close to the inner wall of the fire escape, their faces grave.

The captain saw through the tablet that the three opposing players had completely controlled the elevator entrance area, forming a stable firing triangle.

Although fire doors are bulletproof, forcibly opening them is impossible and would only make one a sitting duck.

Elevator entrance.

The three men stood in a triangular formation, some kneeling, others in low, guarded positions. Their cold eyes, peering through the top edge of their masks, were fixed on the bullet-riddled fire door.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder and a suffocating tension.

The young man in the lead glanced at the elevator button panel and quickly made a decision. Holding his gun still in his right hand, he decisively pointed his left index finger towards the elevator!

The observer understood, his right hand still pointing the gun at the fire door, while his left hand swiftly reached out like a snake striking its tongue and precisely pressed the down button on the elevator.

"bite--"

A soft click, unusually crisp, echoed in the deathly silent stairwell. The elevator doors slowly slid open to both sides.

The observer was the first to act; he maintained a high level of tactical alertness and backed into the elevator car!

As soon as he entered, he braced himself against the inside, pressed down hard on the elevator door hold button with his left hand, and kept the gun barrel pointing towards the fire door through the gradually opening door gap with his right hand.

Upon seeing this, the leading youth and the assault team immediately began a rotational evacuation.

One person stands guard while the other quickly slides sideways into the elevator and immediately takes over the guarding direction from the observer.

The three of them worked together seamlessly, like precise gears, and the whole process took only two or three seconds, with the elevator doors never closing.

Only after the last person had safely retreated into the elevator did the observer release the door opening button.

"Bang." A soft sound of doors closing rang out, and the elevator began its descent.

Inside the elevator, all three breathed a slight sigh of relief, but their eyes remained wary.

None of them noticed that, amidst the intense movement and crowding, a tiny electronic bee had followed closely behind, silently attaching itself to the folds of the observer's jacket at the back.

The righteous path is one foot high, but the wicked path is ten feet high. The outcome of this silent encounter is far from over.

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17th floor corridor.

The pungent smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated. On the fire door, more than a dozen clearly visible bullet holes were scattered menacingly, silently telling the story of the danger that had just occurred.

If the door had been opened rashly just now, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The fire door was slowly pushed open a crack. After confirming that it was safe, the three men from the Siberian training camp quickly emerged with guns, scanned the corridor in tactical formation, and then swiftly entered room 1701.

The room still smelled of smoke and had a cold, lingering scent that belonged to the infiltrators.

The captain spotted the surveillance equipment immediately; the screen was still lit, displaying multiple angles of the hallway and elevator entrance in a split view. His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but swear:

"Damn it! Who the hell are these people? What's their background?!"

The counter-surveillance measures are interconnected, involving not only long-term lurking at the target location but also the installation of concealed surveillance cameras on the outside. Their professionalism and level of caution far exceed those of ordinary forces.

He walked quickly to the window, where the high-powered telescope remained at the same angle. He slowly leaned down and brought his eyes close to the eyepiece.

In my field of vision, the brightly lit gate of Yueting Garden, the vehicles coming and going, and even the figures of the guards at the gate are clearly visible, as if they were right next to me.

As expected! Their target was Yueting Garden!

The captain straightened up, his expression even more grave. He quickly gave orders to his comrades who were inspecting the room:

"Use the robotic bees to keep a close watch on those three! Track their escape route, their means of transportation, and their final destination. Be discreet and absolutely do not let them be detected!"

"yes!"

One of the team members immediately operated the tablet to control the robotic bee to observe the information on the screen.

The captain took a deep breath, took out his encrypted communicator, and dialed Fang Rong's number. The call was quickly connected.

"Instructor," the captain's voice carried a hint of lingering fear and urgency, "the target is extremely dangerous, highly professional, armed with a standard Desert Eagle pistol, and has comprehensive monitoring and countermeasures in place."

We engaged in a brief firefight; the enemy has withdrawn and is currently tracking us. We... need support and clearer instructions. Also, the location they've been monitoring for a long time faces the main gate of Yue Ting Garden.

On the other end of the phone, Fang Rong's breath seemed to catch for a moment, then a cold and decisive voice came through:

"Received. Keep an eye on it, I'll be there soon. Be careful, don't make any further contact unless you're absolutely certain."

In the darkness of night, an even greater storm began to gather rapidly following this phone call.

The silently attached tracker was flashing a barely perceptible signal, continuously transmitting the prey's trail back to the hunter.