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

The roar of cars grew louder as they approached.

The sharp screech of tires rubbing against the ground tore through the smoke-filled night sky.

Zeng Linglong's ears twitched—it was the heavy engine sound unique to military vehicles.

Safe.

This judgment was like a cold steel needle, piercing his brain, which was beginning to feel dizzy from blood loss.

He suddenly became fully awake.

Yan Ruge, nestled in his arms, was breathing as faintly as a candle in the wind.

Blood was still seeping from the bullet hole in his back, staining his arms that were wrapped around her. Warm liquid was dripping from his fingertips, splashing out in ripples in the pool of blood on the ground.

"I'll take you to the hospital right away..." he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.

But at that moment his eyes became extremely cold and focused.

can not wait.

Not a second can be wasted.

He quickly laid Yan Rugo flat on the ground—his movements were so gentle, a stark contrast to the ferocity with which he had just thrown the bomb.

His blood-stained fingers swept across the needle pouch, precisely drawing out seven silver needles of varying lengths.

With his left hand pressing down on Yan Rugo's shoulder and neck, his right hand moved with lightning speed—

The first needle was inserted into the Baihui acupoint!

The needle tip pierced through a strand of hair, reaching the cranial sutures.

This injection saved his life.

The second and third stitches are applied to both sides of the Neiguan point!

The needle pierced the wrist, trembling slightly.

Protect the heart and stabilize blood and qi.

The fourth acupuncture point is "Shanzhong"!

The needle tip pierced the center of the chest, to a depth accurate to the millimeter.

Lock in vitality and strengthen the foundation.

The fifth and sixth needles were applied to the "Feishu" and "Xinshu" acupoints around the wound on the back.

His fingers groped for the bones in the bloodstains, then he inserted the needle at an angle, avoiding vital organs.

It stops bleeding and relieves pain.

The seventh and final stitch—at the philtrum!

Lightly prick the groove under the nose with the tip of a needle.

It awakens the mind and opens the senses.

Seven needles were dropped in less than five seconds.

Zeng Linglong's hands were frighteningly steady—even though his own arms were spasming slightly from blood loss and overuse of his muscles.

He leaned down, his ear close to Yan Rugo's lips.

A faint breath of air, tinged with blood and foam, brushed past his ear.

still alive.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, all the grief in those deep pupils was forcibly suppressed to the deepest part, leaving only the ferocity of a wild beast protecting its cubs and the extreme calmness of a healer saving lives.

Contradictory yet unified.

The roar of helicopters overhead was like the howl of a raging beast!

Four armed transport planes swooped down, their rotors whipping up a chaotic vortex of smoke, dust, and the smell of blood on the ground.

Fifty meters from the ground—

The hatch is wide open!

The first rope is thrown!

Ye Feng was the first to appear at the cabin door.

He grabbed the ropes with both hands, pushed off the bulkhead with his legs, and slid down the ropes at high speed like a falling black meteorite!

Ten meters! Five meters! Touching the ground!

He knelt on one knee to cushion the impact, his tactical boots slamming into the ground with a dull thud.

look up.

Those lifeless, cold eyes instantly locked onto the figure kneeling in a pool of blood in the center of the parking lot, administering acupuncture.

Ye Feng's pupils contracted sharply.

The second and third ropes—

Tie Zhu, Jiang Tianhua, Fang Rong, Tang Long, Qi Liang...

Eleven figures, like eleven black javelins thrown from hell, slid wildly down the rope!

They couldn't wait for the helicopter to land.

I can't wait even a second longer.

"Bang bang bang bang—!"

Heavy thuds echoed one after another as the plane landed!

Eleven people, centered on Zeng Linglong, suddenly scattered and then converged like black flower petals!

Tactical Formation – Circular Absolute Defense!

The sound of guns being chambered was continuous!

The muzzles of eleven automatic weapons are all pointing outwards simultaneously—at varying heights, covering a 360-degree area with no blind spots!

The six barrels of Tie Zhu's modified Vulcan cannon began to rotate slowly, emitting a deep, unsettling hum.

Everyone's gaze—

A ghostly green flame burned within Ye Feng's deathly silence.

Blood trickled down Tie Zhu's brutality.

Jiang Tianhua's gloomy aura was tinged with ice.

Fang Rong's sharpness was laced with poison.

Eleven pairs of eyes, eleven heads utterly enraged, devoid of all reason, left only with the instinct to protect and destroy—the madness.

They saw it.

I saw it clearly.

My own boss—

The suit was tattered, covered in dust and gunpowder.

The makeshift bandage on his left arm was already soaked with blood, and dark red liquid was dripping from his fingertips, one drop at a time, onto the ground.

The trouser legs were stained dark brown with blood, and around the bullet holes at the knees, the fabric was stuck to the flesh.

His cheeks were covered with abrasions and bloodstains.

And he was still administering acupuncture.

His fingers were as steady as a rock.

It was as if what was constantly draining from his body was not blood.

It was as if those excruciating pains that would make an ordinary person faint did not exist.

"roar--!!"

Tie Zhu let out a suppressed growl, like a trapped beast, from his throat.

The grip on the Vulcan cannon in his hand made a "crunching" sound.

All the members of Longhui's group felt their chests heaving violently.

It wasn't because I was tired.

Rather, it was because—a raging inferno was burning wildly in their veins, threatening to reduce their reason, their souls, and the last vestige of their humanity to ashes!

Who would dare step into this encirclement at this moment?

Taking one step forward means stepping over the corpses of eleven madmen!

Lin Xiaoya was the last one to slide down.

She landed as lightly as a cat, but her body swayed slightly as she stood up.

Her gaze first fell on Zeng Linglong.

Seeing the blood all over his body, the blood droplets constantly dripping, and that pale yet resolute profile.

Her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an icy hand, and then—crushed.

His eyes instantly turned red.

But she bit her lower lip tightly, preventing the tears from falling.

Can't cry.

Not now.

Her gaze shifted and landed on the motionless girl on the ground.

Yan Ruge.

The shocking bullet hole in his back.

A pale face.

Bloodstained lips.

Xiaoya's pupils trembled violently.

In that instant—

Countless complex emotions overwhelmed her like a tsunami: shock, grief, anger... and a stinging pain that she herself was unwilling to admit, buried deep in her heart.

But she forcibly suppressed all these emotions into a frozen abyss.

His eyes turned cold again.

A murderous intent surged forth.

She strode forward and knelt on one knee on Yan Rugo's other side.

Open the medical kit—it contains not ordinary first aid supplies, but a top-tier hemostatic and tissue-regenerating medicine specially formulated for Team Zero, combining modern medicine with ancient battlefield remedies.

"Boss, let me do it." Her voice was hoarse, but clear.

Zeng Linglong did not look up, but simply turned slightly to make room.

His seven acupuncture needles have been completed, and he is now observing Yan Rugo's breathing rate.

Xiaoya's movements were quick and precise.

She first used sterilized scissors to cut open the clothing around Yan Rugo's back wound.

Bullet holes exposed – the edges were bloody and mangled, and the holes were bottomless.

She took out a silver metal tube, unscrewed the cap, and inside was a pale green gel-like ointment.

"This can instantly constrict blood vessels, promote platelet aggregation, and inhibit bacteria," she explained in a low voice, while applying the ointment evenly around the wound and then carefully pushing some of it deep into the bullet hole.

The bleeding rate slowed down gradually.

Next, she took out a pressure bandage and applied a professional dressing over the ointment.

The entire process takes no more than one minute.

After doing all that, she immediately turned to Zeng Linglong: "Boss, your injury—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zeng Linglong suddenly stood up!

The violent movements caused the wounds on his legs to reopen, and blood gushed out!

But he seemed not to feel it.

He bent down, his arms passing under Yan Rugo's neck and knees—

A standard princess carry.

He held the light, frail girl firmly in his arms.

"Contact the best hospital nearby." His voice was like tempered steel, cold and urgent. "Now. Immediately."

After saying that, he picked up Yan Rugo and started walking—

They sprinted toward the helicopter that had just landed and whose rotors were still slowly spinning!

With each step, blood seeped from the bullet holes in his legs.

A string of bright red footprints was left on the ground.

But he ran very steadily.

Yan Rugo in my arms was perfectly still.