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

After receiving the details, Fang Rong quickly reported them to Zeng Long.

Zeng Long hung up the phone with Fang Rong, his usual serious expression replaced by a cold smile.

He put down his teacup, and the movement of him standing up brought with it an invisible sense of oppression.

"Tiezhu," he said calmly, "you are responsible for escorting Anna back safely."

"Understood, boss!" Tie Zhu responded immediately, his burly body moving to Anna's side like an iron tower, his eyes wary.

Then, Zeng Long dialed Li Weiguo's private number directly and got straight to the point:

"Uncle Li, something's happened at apartment 1701 in XX building. I need you to bring reliable people to handle the aftermath and keep the news under wraps. My men have already taken control of the scene."

Having made the arrangements, he said no more, nodding to Ye Feng and Xiao Ya: "Let's go."

When Zeng Long brought Ye Feng and Xiao Ya to room 1701, Fang Rong was already waiting there.

The moment Zeng Long stepped into the room, the coldness on Fang Rong's face, which he usually displayed when facing his subordinates, melted away instantly, replaced by a genuine excitement and eagerness.

He strode forward and, without saying a word, gave Zeng Long a solid hug, a hug befitting a comrade-in-arms, slapping Zeng Long's back hard with his palm.

"Boss! I've finally met you!" Fang Rong's voice was filled with undisguised excitement, even a hint of soldierly sarcasm.

Your move was absolutely terrifying! Wow, you've made all of us brothers millionaires in one fell swoop!

Tell me, I have so much money I don't know what to do with it. Should I learn how to squander it first?

They are brothers who have walked side by side through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The scene in front of them has just seen a brief exchange of fire, and the air still smells of gunpowder!

In their eyes, it was nothing more than a trivial episode in a long and bloody career, even carrying a touch of dark humor like "playing house".

Zeng Long felt a little helpless being hugged, so he gently pushed him away, a rare, genuine smile curving his lips:

"Alright, alright, how old are you? Hugging and cuddling like a woman."

Although his tone was dismissive, a fleeting glimpse of brotherly affection flashed in his eyes.

Fang Rong chuckled and scratched the back of his head, then turned to Ye Feng and extended his fist.

Ye Feng understood, and lightly touched his fist to Ye Feng's, everything was understood without words.

He nodded to Xiaoya again. He had been in contact with Xiaoya every day since returning to China, so he only gave her a simple greeting.

Then, Fang Rong's expression turned serious. He turned to the Siberian training camp members behind him who were still on guard, waved his hand, and said in feigned anger:

"What are you all standing there for? You little brats, aren't you going to come over and greet your boss? Don't you have any manners?"

The team members behind him looked at their instructor, who was usually as cold and stern as a Siberian blizzard—

At this moment, they were as docile and enthusiastic as a big cat in front of Zeng Long, and their minds were a little confused, almost crashing on the spot.

But this didn't hinder their well-trained response. The men immediately holstered their guns, quickly and orderly stepped forward, and respectfully nodded to Zeng Long: "Boss!"

"Alright, alright," Zeng Long waved his hand, looking at Fang Rong with a wry smile, "I know you're a good leader, don't show off. Business is important."

His smile vanished quickly. He walked to the windowsill, his gaze sweeping over the high-powered telescope, then strode to the main monitoring screen and asked in a deep voice, "Any findings?"

Fang Rong instantly regained the competence and composure of a professional soldier and reported to his superior:

The entire area was thoroughly searched. The other party was very professional; apart from this equipment and necessary personal belongings, they left no direct clues pointing to their identity.

Fingerprints, hair, and other biological traces were also cleaned up very thoroughly using professional techniques.

Zeng Long nodded, his gaze sharp:

You should take your men and retreat first. The target's background is unclear, so it's best for you to avoid revealing yourselves too much for the time being.

Your primary task upon returning with Tang Long and your men is to remain behind the scenes and accumulate strength.

"Understood!" Fang Rong replied without hesitation, showing absolute obedience to Zeng Long's orders.

Zeng Long gestured to one of the team members operating the robot bee to hand the main control tablet to Lin Xiaoya.

Fang Rong said no more, gave a hand gesture to his team members, and the group quickly and orderly withdrew from the room like shadows.

Only Zeng Long, Ye Feng, and Xiao Ya remained in the room.

Xiaoya immediately got to work, her fingers flying across the main control tablet, replaying the surveillance footage of the three people tactically coordinating their evacuation in the corridor.

In the video, the three men move swiftly, cooperate seamlessly, and execute precise and efficient tactical maneuvers. Although they are wearing masks, their physiques and modes of action are clearly visible.

Ye Feng's eyes were cold and sharp, like a hawk spotting its prey.

He spoke slowly, his voice metallic: "The opponent is very strong. Their counter-surveillance awareness is top-notch, and their tactical skills are extremely high."

Judging from their coordination patterns, pace of action, and the tactical distance and guard direction they subconsciously maintained during their final withdrawal... they were not ordinary mercenaries or security personnel.

He paused for a moment, then concluded: "They are from China. And most likely, they are retired...elite troops."

Only by undergoing rigorous, systematic training and real-world experience over a long period can one develop this almost instinctive muscle memory and team synergy.

Zeng Long nodded slightly, his gaze deep as he stared at the frozen image.

He turned to Xiaoya: "Xiaoya, where is the target now?"

Xiaoya didn't even look up, her fingers rapidly clicking and swiping on the tablet, displaying several different real-time tracking views and terrain diagrams on the screen.

"Boss, the robotic bee is still attached to Target B (the observer), and the signal is stable. Their vehicle is driving on the North Fourth Ring Road auxiliary road at a steady speed, and they seem unaware that they are being followed."

She paused, then added, "No unusual signals have been detected in their communications channels at this time."

Zeng Long pondered for a moment and then gave the order:

"Keep a close watch. Once they reach their destination, don't alert them. Use the robotic bees to scout out the surrounding environment, building structure, the number of potential accomplices, and security measures."

"Roger that, boss!" Xiaoya was completely focused, her eyes reflecting the data stream flowing on the screen.

After a while, hurried but orderly footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Li Weiguo personally arrived with several subordinates dressed in plain clothes but with a capable demeanor.

His expression was solemn. As soon as he entered the room, he quickly scanned the surroundings before finally fixing his gaze on Zeng Long.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Zeng Long concisely recounted the situation at the scene, the other party's behavior, and the footage of the three people evacuating from the surveillance video to Li Weiguo.

Li Weiguo watched the video.

Especially impressive were the three men's professional and ruthless tactical maneuvers and their unwavering suppression fire.

Even with his vast experience and knowledge, he couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

A cold sweat instantly broke out on my back.

"My God... if our people were to follow standard procedures to investigate or launch a direct assault..."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't continue.

But the meaning is self-evident—

That could very well turn into a tragedy with heavy casualties.

His gaze towards Zeng Long was a mixture of gratitude and lingering fear. "Luckily, it was your men who discovered it first, and they were cautious enough."

Zeng Long ignored his lingering fear and directly instructed, "Uncle Li, have your men take control of this floor first."

Clean up all traces of shooting.

The bullet holes on the outside fire doors should be repaired or replaced as soon as possible to avoid causing unnecessary attention and panic.

He walked to the window, looked at the night sky, and continued his deployment:

Xiaoya is currently tracking them. Once they reach their destination, I need you to arrange for several absolutely reliable, skilled, and discreet individuals to assist Ye Feng and Xiaoya in their operation.

He specifically emphasized:

"Your men are only responsible for setting up perimeter security, blocking possible escape routes, and... the final cleanup of the scene. Do not get involved in the core capture operation."

Li Weiguo paused for a moment, looked at Ye Feng standing silently beside him, his aura as cold as an iceberg, then at Xiao Ya, who was petite and delicate, engrossed in fiddling with electronic devices, and hesitated before saying:

"So... Ye Feng and Xiao Ya are on a core mission? The other side consists of at least three well-trained, armed former elite soldiers! Should I dispatch another special operations team...?"

Zeng Long turned around, a cold smile curving his lips, and chuckled softly.

"No," he said calmly, but with an undeniable determination, "only Ye Feng was responsible for carrying out the arrest."

He pointed to Xiaoya: "She is only responsible for providing electronic reconnaissance, intelligence support, and communications assurance throughout the process."

Seeing Li Weiguo's still worried expression, Zeng Long added, his tone calm yet full of absolute confidence: "Don't worry, Uncle Li. Ye Feng alone is enough to deal with them."

Li Weiguo took a deep look:

Ye Feng, whose expression remained completely unchanged, as if he were merely dealing with a trivial matter, finally stopped questioning and nodded emphatically:

"Alright! I'll arrange it right away! What weapons and equipment do you need? I'll have the most suitable ones sent over immediately!"

"Standard tactical equipment, plus a silencer, and a spare sniper rifle. Long-range positions may require fire support or containment." Ye Feng said, his voice flat and even, as if he were ordering food.

"No problem!" Li Weiguo immediately gave the order to one of his subordinates.

After giving his instructions, Li Weiguo took out a black encrypted USB drive from his inner pocket and solemnly handed it to Zeng Long:

Xiaolong, this is what you asked me to look up last time; all the relevant information is in there.

Including what you mentioned, all the people who have had close contact with you recently, as well as their interpersonal networks and past experiences, everything we could find is here.

Zeng Long took the USB drive, applying slight pressure with his fingertips, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes. He turned to look at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng had already straightened his body, like a sharp sword about to be drawn from its sheath, and calmly met Zeng Long's gaze.

Zeng Long looked at him, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice low but carrying the cold power of a final judgment:

"Try to keep them alive. I need to know who's watching from behind and what their purpose is."

He paused, then his tone suddenly turned sharp, like an Arctic wind:

"But what if the other party resists fiercely, or poses any real threat to your safety..."

"Destroyed."

"Yes." Ye Feng's answer was only one word, but it weighed a ton.