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

Xiaoya watched Zeng Linglong's retreating figure, and her eyes welled up with tears again.

But she suddenly turned around and pulled out an encrypted communicator.

Direct connection – Mr. Liu's dedicated line.

"Old Liu! It's me, Lin Xiaoya!" Her voice was shrill and urgent. "Yan Rugo has been shot! Near her heart! She's in critical condition! Boss is also seriously injured! We need the best hospital nearby! Immediately!"

On the other end of the communicator.

Old Liu was pacing back and forth in his office, anxiously awaiting news.

Upon hearing the words "Yan Ruge has been shot" and "her life hangs in the balance"—

This old general, who had spent his life on the battlefield and seen countless life and death moments, suddenly swayed!

The teacup in my hand shattered on the ground with a "crash"!

Tea splashed onto his trouser legs, but he was completely unaware.

"What...what did you say?!" Old Liu's voice trembled.

But he took a deep breath—and in just half a second, he forcibly suppressed all his shock and panic.

A soldier's instincts take over his body.

"The Military Region General Hospital!" His voice was firm and resolute. "I'll contact the hospital director immediately! Go directly there! Open all the green channels! Quickly!"

I hung up the call with Xiaoya.

Old Liu's finger hovered over the dial key, pausing for a moment.

Then, he gritted his teeth and dialed another number.

Mr. Yan Fushan.

The call was connected.

Old Liu's voice was heavy as iron: "Old Yan... listen, stay calm. Ru Ge is in trouble. She's been shot, seriously wounded, and is being sent to the military hospital. You... go there as soon as possible."

After saying that, he hung up immediately without waiting for a response.

Because he knew—

The Yan family had become a powder keg about to be ignited.

The Yan family's old house.

study.

Grandpa Yan Fushan held the telephone receiver, which was already emitting a busy tone, without moving.

The expression on his face was frighteningly calm.

There was no shock.

There was no roar.

Nothing was broken.

He simply and slowly placed the receiver back on the landline.

Then, slowly, he sat back down in the armchair.

Place your hands on your knees and straighten your back.

His gaze was fixed on the dark night sky outside the window.

In those eyes—

It was initially empty.

Then comes extreme cold.

Finally, there is a kind of... silent as an abyss, yet containing the power to destroy everything—rage.

He raised his hand and pressed a hidden button under the desk.

10 seconds later.

The study door was pushed open silently.

A middle-aged man in military uniform, with a calm and composed demeanor, stood with his head bowed at the doorway.

"Commander."

Yan Fushan did not turn around.

His voice was calm and even, yet it made the room temperature drop by ten degrees.

"Notify all 'guards'."

"Everyone, set off."

"Target: All factions, families, and individuals potentially connected to tonight's attack."

"Investigation authority: Unlimited."

"Action Order: Standby"

"Yes." He bowed and left the study.

The door closed.

Yan Fushan remained seated in his chair.

Only the hands resting on the knees trembled slightly from the excessive force.

Beneath the calm surface lies a nuclear launcher that has already been activated.

All that was left was for him to press the button.

Grandpa Zeng's Red Flag limousine was speeding through the night.

inside the car.

The old man's hand, gripping his cane, had bulging veins.

The injured guard reported over the vehicle's communicator:

"Sir, Young Master Long has boarded the helicopter and is heading to the Military Region General Hospital!"

"Miss Yan Ruge's injuries are extremely serious; she is receiving emergency treatment on board!"

"The attackers are unidentified. One sniper escaped, but the rest were all killed!"

"..."

Zeng Rong closed his eyes.

Three seconds later, she opened her eyes.

His eyes were no longer clouded by the age of the elderly, but only sharp as a hawk's and the decisiveness of an iron-blooded general.

He picked up the communicator and connected with his son, Zeng Sheng.

"Dad!" Zeng Sheng's voice was filled with suppressed anger. "I've already led the troops out! The area within three kilometers of Shangyi Residence—"

"Listen to me," Zeng Rong interrupted him, his voice as cold as iron. "You will lead the team yourself."

"A three-kilometer radius around Shangyi Residence will be sealed off."

"You are allowed to enter, but not to leave."

"Within three hours, I want this area so that not even a mouse can get out."

"Wait for my next instructions in three hours."

"If we encounter resistance..." Zeng Rong paused, then said slowly and deliberately, "Kill them without mercy."

"Yes!" Zeng Sheng's voice was firm and resolute.

hang up.

Zeng Rong looked out the window at the street scene rushing past.

His aged face, illuminated by the streetlights, resembled a cold stone sculpture.

The second powder keg—detonation.

Shangyiju Parking Lot.

Apart from Ye Feng, all eleven members of the Dragon Return Squad escorted Zeng Linglong onto the plane.

The helicopter door closed, the rotors accelerated, and it took off, speeding towards the military hospital.

What remains are corpses, smoke, and blood.

as well as--

More than one hundred training team members had just jumped off three other helicopters.

They had already seen the horrific scene below from the air.

I saw the shell crater.

I saw bloodstains.

I saw the corpses of those black-clad assassins.

Now, under the introduction of Instructor Number Two, they gathered around Lawrence and Nader.

These two men, covered in blood and bruised in many places, yet still standing tall like javelins, were recounting to their teammates what had just happened in hoarse voices.

"Ambush from all sides..."

"Crossfire..."

"Several assassins surrounded and lay in ambush..."

"Taking hostages..."

"The boss was shot in both knees..."

Lawrence recounted in detail their head instructor's near-godlike combat skills, how he turned the tide in a seemingly hopeless situation. Finally, when he heard that the enemy's assassins had also taken the head instructor's fiancée hostage, forcing him to his knees—

Every word was like a bucket of gasoline, poured onto the burning rage in the hearts of these young soldiers!

"ah--!!!"

The mountain eagle was the first to roar!

His eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were clenched so tightly they were cracking!

"Who—!!! Who the hell orchestrated this deadly trap—!!!"

"kill--!!!"

"Kill them all—!!!"

More than a hundred trainees roared like an enraged pack of wolves!

The head instructor is their god of war, their faith, and their untouchable taboo!

The third powder keg—exploded completely!

The gate to Shangyi Residence was finally pushed open.

Teng Ao, Zeng Lingyu, Yan Hai, Su Manqi, Su Xiaotang, Li Lunjie...

Everyone staggered out.

Their faces were still wet with tears.

The fear had not yet dissipated in their eyes.

They witnessed firsthand everything Zeng Linglong had just experienced...

Shot in both knees, he knelt before the enemy.

Yan Ruge threw herself to block the bullet, her life hanging by a thread.

Fighting alone, launching a counterattack from a desperate situation.

"Brother... Brother..." Zeng Lingyu's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, covering her face and sobbing uncontrollably.

Yan Hai gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding, and suddenly turned around, slamming his fist into the wall!

"Bang!" The fist was torn open.

But he couldn't feel any pain.

There was only endless anger and heart-wrenching worry—for my sister, and for Brother Long.

Teng Ao supported the trembling Zeng Lingyu, raised his head, and looked up at the night sky.

Those usually cynical eyes were now bloodshot, and filled with a kind of... utterly subdued coldness.

The fourth powder keg—silent ignition.

Deep in the alleyway.

Danny was pinning the last assassin to the corner.

The opponent's rifle had been knocked away, and he was now fighting back frantically with a dagger.

Danny had a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his left shoulder, but he seemed oblivious to it, as every thrust of his right-hand military dagger went straight for a vital spot!

Just then—

A dark figure swept across the alleyway like a ghost.

Stopped beside him.

Danny glanced at Ye Feng out of the corner of his eye—it was Ye Feng.

"Leave them alive." Ye Feng's voice was as soft as a whisper.

Before he finished speaking, Ye Feng had already flashed in front of the assassin. His movements were even more invisible in the darkness, and his military dagger pierced directly into the wrist of the man holding the knife!

"Ah!" the assassin screamed, and the dagger slipped from his hand.

Then, following up with an elbow strike, he smashed the opponent's temple.

The assassin fainted instantly and was falling to the ground—

With lightning speed, Ye Feng dislocated the assassin's jaw with a single hand.

When the assassin collapsed limply to the ground, Ye Feng crouched down and began to quickly search everything on his body—weapons, identification, communicators, and even the poison sac in his mouth.

His movements were subtle yet cold.

His gaze was as if he were dissecting a corpse.

He needs clues.

He wants everyone involved—

Kill them all.

Night sky.

By this time, four helicopters were already flying at full speed toward the military region's general hospital.

Inside the cabin.

Zeng Linglong was still holding Yan Ruge.

Xiaoya was performing emergency hemostasis and bandaging on him—he refused anesthesia, just biting the towel and letting Xiaoya treat his wound.

His eyes never left Yan Rugo's face.

on the ground.

Zeng Sheng's troops have completed the encirclement.

Armored vehicles blocked the intersection, soldiers stood guard with guns at their sides, and searchlights tore the night into pieces.

A three-kilometer blockade – forming an impenetrable fortress.

Old Master Yan's bodyguards, like awakened venomous snakes, infiltrated every shadowy corner of the capital.

Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan's convoys are speeding along different routes toward the same destination.

Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhang's car has also set off.

Li Weiguo received the news in his office, remained silent for a long time, then grabbed his coat and rushed out the door.

He Jing received a phone call at home and almost fainted on the spot. She immediately called her driver and rushed to the hospital.

Yan Rugo's parents, a couple with their hands clasped tightly and bloodshot eyes, sat in the car.

The news spread like wildfire.

All aristocratic families, all powerful forces, and everyone connected to the Zeng and Yan families—

They were all rushing towards the military general hospital.

That place will soon become the entire capital city—

The eye of the storm.

The focal point of the raging flames.

All the powder kegs—the battlefield that would eventually explode.

Inside the helicopter cabin, Xiaoya finished bandaging Zeng Linglong's last wound.

I looked up and gazed out the window.

In the distance, the red cross emblem of the General Hospital of the Military Region gradually became clear in the night.