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

Outside Shangyi Residence, there is a dedicated parking area.

Wu Jun's black car, like a lurking beast, quietly stopped in the deepest shadows.

A bodyguard opened the car door, but Wu Jun did not get in immediately.

He stood in front of the car door, tilted his head slightly, looked up at the endless night sky above the city, which was dyed dark red by neon lights, and then slowly swept his gaze over the bright but cold lights of the surrounding buildings.

His gaze, like a cold probe, slowly swept across the outlines of the buildings surrounding Shangyi Residence, the shadows of the greenery, and the dark corners untouched by the streetlights.

It was as if it was confirming something, or perhaps admiring something.

A chilling, bone-deep smile slowly curved his lips.

He didn't say anything.

Then, he bent down and got into the car.

The car door closed quietly, shutting out the outside world.

The vehicle started smoothly and silently merged into the sparse traffic of the night.

In the back seat, Wu Jun took out the specially encrypted satellite phone and tapped the cold buttons quickly and steadily with his fingers.

On the screen, a short message, compiled using multiple algorithms, pops up:

"The prey returns to its nest, and the hunt begins."

Message sending.

He casually tossed the phone onto the leather seat beside him, as if it were just an insignificant toy.

Then, he slowly leaned back and closed his eyes.

His face was expressionless, and his breathing was steady.

It was as if all the confrontations, probing, feigned smiles, and hidden murderous intent that had just occurred in Shangyi Residence were no longer relevant to him.

The bloodshed that was about to erupt in the night seemed unworthy of his attention.

He was just... waiting for the outcome.

The night is deep.

The magnificent gate of Shangyi Residence, like a giant mouth spewing forth light, saw people emerging one after another.

The guests, in twos and threes, chatted and laughed quietly, or walked with a slight sway, most of them still bearing the lingering excitement and unresolved shock on their faces. What they had seen and heard tonight would be enough for them to process for a long time.

They walked toward their respective cars, where their drivers were already waiting.

The car doors opened and closed, and the engine hummed softly.

Luxury cars, like fish returning to their nests, quietly slipped into the deep night of Beijing, quickly swallowed up by the boundless darkness and the dazzling river of lights.

The hustle and bustle receded like the tide.

All that remained was the suddenly empty space in front of Shangyi Residence, and the lights that stubbornly shone, yet seemed somewhat lonely.

Inside the room.

Most of the guests had already left, leaving only the innermost circle of people.

Zeng Lingyu, Zeng Xuan, and other members of the Zeng family.

Teng Ao, Yan Ruge, Yan Hai.

Yan Rugo's close friends—Su Manqi, Su Xiaotang, and others.

Li Lunjie, Yang Li, and other Iron Pole followers.

Zeng Linglong sat in the main seat, rubbing his slightly throbbing temples. He had indeed drunk quite a bit tonight. Although he had managed to stay sober thanks to his strong physique and willpower, the slight dizziness and body heat from the alcohol were still present.

He picked up a cup of strong tea that had been prepared beforehand and drank it all in one gulp. The scalding liquid slid down his throat, bringing a sense of calm and clarity.

He stood up and stretched his neck and shoulders, which were a little stiff from sitting for a long time; his bones made a slight "clicking" sound.

Looking at the crowd surrounding him, he gave a gentle but slightly tired smile.

"alright."

"It's very late."

"Everyone's tired tonight."

He waved.

"Go home early."

"Everyone goes back to his home."

The tone left no room for doubt, conveying concern and the leader's decisiveness.

"Walk."

Without saying anything more, he strode forward and walked out of the private room first.

His steps remained steady and powerful, his back straight as a javelin, showing no signs of drunkenness.

The group exchanged glances and quickly followed.

It is located directly opposite the main gate of Shangyiju, approximately 1000 meters away in a straight line.

The rooftop of a commercial building.

The night wind became fierce here, howling across the cold concrete floor and ventilation ducts.

A figure lay prostrate like a statue in the shadows at the edge of the rooftop.

He was covered in camouflage netting that blended perfectly with the surrounding colors, and remained motionless, as if he were part of the building itself.

Before him rested a heavily modified precision sniper rifle fitted with an extra-long scope. Its cold, hard lines, a matte black sheen in the night, resembled the fangs of death.

Mad God (captain of the third squad of knights in the Cosmic Organization) had his eyes pressed tightly against the sniper scope.

Inside the lens, the cross-shaped dividing lines are clear and stable.

In view is the brightly lit entrance to Shangyi Residence.

Distance, wind speed, humidity, light refraction... a series of data were rapidly calculated and corrected in his cold brain.

His breathing was long and slow, almost blending into the rhythm of the night wind.

My finger rests lightly on the trigger guard, steady without the slightest tremor.

He was waiting.

Waiting for that specific figure to step into that "death zone" quietly shrouded by crosshairs.

It's about 500 meters away on the side of the road leading to the entrance of Shangyiju.

A relatively quiet side street, dimly lit by streetlights.

A black sedan was parked quietly in the shadows by the roadside.

The car windows were covered with dark privacy film, so it was completely dark from the outside.

Only the driver's side window was lowered by a tiny, almost imperceptible crack.

A section of equally black gun barrel protruded from the gap, with a high-efficiency suppressor/flash hider installed at the muzzle.

The gun was securely mounted on a specially designed car window bracket.

Inside the vehicle, King Kong (captain of the fourth squad of the Cosmic Organization), with his massive, mountain-like frame, was curled up in the driver's seat with incredible agility and stability. He barely looked through the car window, relying entirely on a scope attached to a gun in front of him.

The scope showed an extremely clear image. People coming and going at the entrance of Shangyi Residence were clearly visible.

His target was also locked in that area.

His gunfire line and the gunfire line of the Mad God on the opposite rooftop formed a near-perfect, deadly intersection.