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

Outside Shangyi Residence, the battlefield was filled with the stench of blood mixed with gunpowder smoke, permeating the night air.

Of the ten "Knights" assassins, eight have perished.

Deep in the alley, Danny single-handedly killed two of the three, pinning the last man down in the darkness, rendering him unable to move.

In the open of the parking lot, six assassins lay dead under the guns and blades of Zeng Linglong, Lawrence, and Nader, their blood soaking the ground.

The overt threats seem to have been eliminated.

However, the hunter's true fangs are often hidden in the most unexpected shadows.

The last assassin, codenamed "Groundhog," never showed himself.

Like a real mole, he lurked in the pre-surveyed maintenance opening of the underground pipeline network connecting to the parking lot.

Dark, damp, and narrow, with only the cold pipes for company.

He is the "variable" reserved in the plan, the last insurance for the decisive victory.

At that moment, the miniature receiver in his ear transmitted the cold and urgent command from the Rooftop Mad God:

"The target had a female companion who was pushed to the shadows by the door; she was suspected to be his fiancée."

"Execute Plan B."

"Kidnapping".

"Force him to show himself."

"To create an absolute window of opportunity for sniping."

The "groundhog's" eyes, devoid of any emotion, moved slightly in the darkness.

Like a lifeless machine, he silently pushed open the heavy manhole cover above his head, revealing a crack.

Bright light from outside pierced through, illuminating half of his face, which was covered in black and green camouflage paint and had no expression.

His gaze precisely locked onto Yan Rugo, who was standing by the gate, trembling with fear and trying to get up, but her body was weak.

Yan Ruge's mind went blank, and her ears were ringing.

She was in pain all over from Zeng Linglong's push, but what broke her heart even more was seeing him tumbling through a hail of bullets.

She wanted to stand up, to shout, but her legs felt like lead.

Tears blurred my vision.

suddenly!

A cold, powerful hand, gloved with tactical gloves, emerged from the shadows behind her like an iron clamp!

He suddenly covered her mouth!

With his other arm around her neck, he dragged her backward!

"Ugh—!!!"

Yan Ruge stared wide-eyed in terror, struggling desperately, but the difference in strength was like that of an infant.

"Groundhog" is swift, professional, and ruthless.

He dragged Yan Rugo to a blind spot and quickly tied her wrists with high-strength nylon cable ties.

Then, from the tactical backpack behind him, he took out a compact metal box with flashing red LED numbers—a time bomb.

He strapped the bomb securely to Yan Rugo's waist, the wires tangled and intricate.

Quickly set the position of your finger on the side of the bomb.

A soft "beep" sounded.

On the small LCD screen on the front of the bomb, bright red numbers began to flash:

02:59

02:58

02:57...

Three-minute countdown.

"Groundhog" drew his pistol from his waist, chambered a bullet with a "click," and pressed the cold muzzle heavily against Yan Rugo's right temple.

The force was so great that it forced her head to turn to one side, and a red mark immediately appeared on her fair skin.

"Groundhog" led Yan Ruge, who was trembling and in tears, out of the shadows step by step.

He deliberately chose the most open, brightly lit, and unobstructed area in the center of the parking lot.

This is the perfect hunting ground for snipers, and also the most desperate execution ground for those who are taken hostage.

Stand still.

The "Groundhog's" face, covered in paint, looked ferocious and eerie under the light.

He tilted his head back and, in broken, stiff, yet loud Long Mandarin, shouted loudly at the empty parking lot and at every corner where Zeng Linglong might be hiding:

"Come out—!"

"Look...at the person in front of me!"

His voice was like the grinding of rusty gears.

"She...should be your fiancée, right?"

He pressed the muzzle of the gun hard against Yan Rugo's head.

"Look at her... what's on her?"

He pointed to the flashing bomb.

"bomb!"

"Time... there are less than three minutes left!"

He paused, his tone carrying a cruel mockery:

"If you don't come out..."

"My bullet... will go into her head."

"When the time was up... *bang*!"

He made an explosion gesture.

"She will...fly up into the sky!"

"Turn into... fragments!"

A deadly trap, flawless.

Forced to reveal themselves, they will find themselves in an open area facing both sniper rifles and the guns of their captors.

To try to save them is to lead to certain death.

Don't save her? Just watch your fiancée get blown to bits and blown to pieces?

"No...no! Don't!!"

Yan Ruge understood. Ignoring the gun barrel pressed against her temple, she shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam!

Facing the direction where Zeng Linglong might be hiding, she cried out with all her might, her voice hoarse and broken, yet filled with an unprecedented determination:

"Brother Long—!!"

"Don't come out! Please don't come out!!"

"They'll kill you! They'll shoot!!"

"Please... let me die! Let me die!!"

"You can't come out—!!!"

Every cry was like a knife, slicing into Zeng Linglong's heart in the shadows, and also into the hearts of all his relatives and friends inside the gate.

"Shut up!"

"Groundhog" growled impatiently, roughly tore off a large piece of black electrical tape, and slapped it tightly against Yan Rugo's mouth!

The tape sealed her cries and her pleas.

All that remained were muffled groans and those eyes, wide open to the extreme, filled with endless fear, worry, and tears of despair.