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

PARKING LOT.

Zeng Linglong sensed that the sniper bullets had stopped firing.

He knew that Lawrence and Nader... had succeeded!

At least for now, the threat from the rooftop has been suppressed!

He immediately released the corpse from his head, and "Groundhog's" body slumped to the ground.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his legs, Zeng Linglong scrambled to Yan Ruge's side.

Yan Ruge lay on her side on the ground, with a shocking bullet hole near her heart on her back, from which dark red blood was gushing out and had already pooled into a small puddle on the ground.

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were stained a terrifying crimson with blood and duct tape, and her breath was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

Those once bright and captivating eyes are now half-closed, their gaze unfocused and unsteady.

Zeng Linglong's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an icy hand, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

With trembling hands, he first ripped the tape off her mouth, then quickly untied the ropes binding her arms.

The tape was torn off, revealing her pale, blood-stained lips and the blood constantly overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

"Ru Ge! Ru Ge!!" Zeng Linglong's voice was hoarse as he gently patted her cheek.

Yan Ruge's eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and with great difficulty, she slowly opened her eyes.

Her vision blurred, and after several seconds, she finally focused on the face so close to hers, a face covered in sweat and blood, yet etched with endless anxiety and grief.

It's Brother Long...

He's still alive...

very nice……

A faint, almost invisible, relieved smile appeared with great difficulty at the corner of her bloodied mouth.

But Zeng Linglong had no time to dwell on his grief!

His gaze suddenly fell on her waist—a time bomb whose numbers on the LCD screen were still relentlessly ticking!

00:28

00:27

00:26...

Only 26 seconds left!!

"Hold on! Ru Ge! Trust me!" Zeng Linglong roared, his eyes instantly becoming as calm and sharp as a scalpel!

He pulled the dagger still stuck in the back of "Groundhog's" neck with his right hand, and supported Yan Rugo's body with his left hand.

The blade flashed!

He spotted the strong nylon knot used to bind the bomb and cut it off quickly and precisely!

His movements were frighteningly steady, without the slightest tremor, as if those hands that had just been trembling in excruciating pain were not his own.

The first rope snapped!

The second one!

The third one!

00:15

00:14...

He carefully removed the bomb from Yan Rugo's waist, holding the terrifying object in his hands, which could blow the two of them to pieces at any moment.

Then, with all his might, he hurled the bomb at the farthest, most open area, far from any people or vehicles!

The bomb traced a parabola through the air.

00:05

00:04

00:03

00:02

00:01——

"BOOM—!!!!!!!!!"

A deafening, earth-shaking explosion rang out at the edge of the parking lot!

The dazzling flames instantly engulfed the area, and the scorching heatwave swept across like a solid wall, carrying with it rubble, dirt, and metal fragments!

The moment Zeng Linglong threw the bomb, he threw himself on top of Yan Ruge, shielding her completely with his body.

The blast wave slammed into his back, and pebbles pelted his body and head with a crackling sound.

He groaned, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, remaining motionless.

The aftershocks of the explosion gradually subsided.

The air was thick with the smells of gunpowder, burnt metal, and blood.

Zeng Linglong struggled to sit up, ignoring the injury on his back, and immediately looked at Yan Ruge in his arms.

She was still barely breathing, and the wound on her back seemed to bleed even more from the shock of the explosion.

"Hold on! Ru Ge! Look at me!!" Zeng Linglong's voice trembled as he frantically pulled out the silver needle box again.

He forced himself to calm down, but his fingers still trembled uncontrollably.

Find the acupoints!

Insert the needle!

One, two, three...

Specially made silver needles were inserted into several key acupoints around Yan Ruge's back wound, aiming to forcibly stimulate vitality, temporarily block some blood vessels, and alleviate pain.

After doing all this, Zeng Linglong was covered in sweat, his vision blurred, and the weakness brought on by blood loss and excruciating pain surged like a tide.

He gently helped Yan Ruge up and let her lean against his blood-stained chest.

"Ru Ge... Ru Ge..." He called her name softly again and again, his voice choked with emotion.

Yan Ruge's eyelids trembled a few more times.

She opened her eyes again very slowly.

This time, her eyes seemed clearer, and she could clearly see Zeng Linglong's face, the wet tear stains on his face, and the unfathomable grief in his eyes.

She raised her blood-stained, pale hand with great difficulty and trembling.

Zeng Linglong immediately took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.

Her hands were ice cold.

"Brother Long..." Her lips moved, her voice as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, and with each word she uttered, blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Don't talk... save your energy... I'll take you to the hospital right away..." Zeng Linglong gripped her hand tightly, tears streaming down his face again, dripping onto her cold hand.

Yan Ruge slowly shook her head, a sad yet satisfied smile appearing on her face.

"I'm...sorry..." she said haltingly, her gaze lingering on Zeng Linglong's features.

"I... am useless..."

"To make you...get hurt because of me..."

"I'll make you... kneel down..."

"To make you...sad...and shed tears..."

"No...no...it's my fault...I failed to protect you..." Zeng Linglong's voice broke as he shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

Yan Ruge also struggled to raise her left hand, trying to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, but only made the bloodstains more blurred.

Her right hand remained lingering on Zeng Linglong's cheek, her fingertips feeling the warmth of his skin and the moisture from his tears.

"Before..." Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if she were lost in memories.

"I... am pathetic..."

"Always...living in my own self-imposed prison..."

"We can't find... the direction... or the exit... to fly out..."

She paused, took a breath, which triggered an even more violent cough, and more blood gushed out.

Zeng Linglong felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and could only hold her tightly.

"Now..." Yan Ruge's cough subsided slightly, and her gaze refocused on Zeng Linglong's face. Her smile became genuine and radiant, as if she were experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

"I... am very happy..."

"I... am living... inside your walled city..."

"Brother Long..." Her voice grew softer and softer, her breath grew weaker and weaker, but her eyes grew brighter and brighter, filled with endless longing and reluctance.

"I long... I long... to fly freely within your confines..."

"Fly like...a cheerful little bird..."

"But...I might...not be able to fly anymore..."

Large, clear tears finally welled up in her eyes, mingling with the bloodstains on her face.

"Brother Long..."

"I...long for you...when you...soar across the seas...conquering the world..."

"To be able to...always be by your side..."

"To clothe you in battle armor..."

"For you... I hold the sword hilt..."

With her last breath, she spoke clearly and tenderly, word by word:

"May you...not become...a solitary swordsman..."

"May you... always remember..."

"There is... a happy girl who will forever live within your 'walled city'..."

"Her name... is..."

She looked at Zeng Linglong one last time with deep longing, as if she wanted to etch his image into the deepest part of her soul.

Then, his lips parted slightly, uttering the last three words of his life, tinged with blood, with laughter, and with endless regret and love:

"Yan...Ru...Ge..."

The words fell.

Her hand, which had been pressed against Zeng Linglong's cheek, finally fell limply and slowly to the ground.

Those eyes, brimming with tears, love, and reluctance, slowly and peacefully closed.

A faint, exquisitely beautiful smile lingered at the corner of her lips.

"Ru Ge————————!!!!!"

Zeng Linglong suddenly hugged Yan Ruge tightly in his arms, raised his head, and let out a heart-wrenching roar, as if he wanted to shout out his soul, towards the smoke-filled and blood-stained night sky!

The piercing roar pierced the silence after the explosion, echoing in the empty parking lot and striking the hearts of everyone present.

Tears, like tears of blood, streamed wildly from his eyes.

In the distance, the urgent and dense sirens of police cars, along with the roar of military vehicles and helicopters, finally came.

The lights move from far to near.