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

Shangyi Residence is located within a radius of three kilometers.

This is not a curfew.

This is a military blockade at the level of war.

Heavy armored vehicles lined all the main roads, with machine gunners on their roofs, their eyes sharp as eagles, their guns locked on the darkness ahead.

All the side roads and paths—military barricades spread out like hedgehogs, sandbags were piled up to form fortifications, soldiers crouched behind them, and the red dots of infrared scopes roamed in the night.

All pedestrian overpasses and underpasses were closed in both directions, guarded by four armed soldiers, and no one was allowed to pass through.

even--

Each drainage ditch outlet was closely guarded by two soldiers wielding powerful flashlights.

The light swept across the dark pipes, revealing even the shadow of a mouse.

drum.

An airtight steel barrel.

On the main road, the traffic was already stuck in a hopeless long line.

Inside a BMW 7 Series, a middle-aged man impatiently honked the horn and rolled down the window to peer out.

"What the hell! Closing the system in the middle of the night—"

The words came to an abrupt halt.

His eyes met a pair of eyes as cold as iron.

A soldier walked up to the vehicle, his face expressionless beneath his tactical helmet.

He raised his hand and knocked on the car window.

"get off."

"Undergo an examination."

The middle-aged man's throat went dry, and he hurriedly pulled out his identification: "Comrade, I'm a law-abiding citizen..."

The soldier took the identification, while the beam of his flashlight swept across the back seat, trunk, and under the car with his other hand.

His movements were swift and his gaze sharp as a knife.

After inspection, the documents were returned.

"Military control at the front."

"All vehicles, wait where you are."

"Unauthorized trespassers—"

The soldier paused, his voice calm yet carrying an iron-blooded authority:

"Dispose of it according to wartime regulations."

The middle-aged man suddenly shivered.

He kept his mouth tightly shut, retreated into the car, turned off the engine, and placed his hands on the steering wheel, remaining motionless.

The entire long line was deathly silent.

Only the heavy footsteps of soldiers' boots on the road, and overhead—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A tremendous roar tore through the night sky!

Twelve armed helicopters, in a net formation, flew low over the city buildings!

The wind whipped up by the rotor blades made the roadside trees sway wildly!

Each helicopter is equipped with a military-grade high-intensity searchlight.

The lampposts, like the swords of a giant god, pierce the darkness, sweeping across streets, rooftops, alleys, and parks...

Where the beam of light passed—

Nothing can be hidden from view.

The fleeing stray cat was locked onto by the bright light and froze in place in terror.

The drunk pedestrian covered his eyes and slumped in a corner.

A figure attempting to scale a rooftop was instantly enveloped by a beam of light and surrounded by soldiers on the ground.

The sky and the ground intertwine to form a three-dimensional, inescapable tapestry—

A net stretching to the heavens and the earth.

On the ground, a torrent of iron rolled.

The Armed Police Mobile Division—3,000 officers and soldiers, deployed in squads, launched a sweeping offensive.

They were armed with tactical flashlights and equipped with life detectors and thermal imaging scanners.

"Building 3, Block B, conduct a floor-by-floor search!"

"Cardboard underground parking garage, please be aware of the ventilation ducts!"

"Abandoned factory in Zone D, focus the search!"

Commands are transmitted briefly over the walkie-talkie.

Special Police Unit – Black combat uniforms, bulletproof helmets, battering rams and shotguns in hand.

Their task was to storm suspicious buildings, break down doors, enter, and take control.

Police officers—within their jurisdiction, knock on the doors of every household that still has their lights on late at night, and investigate all suspicious individuals.

A giant net is slowly tightening within a three-kilometer radius.

Inside the palace, in a confidential conference room.

Beside the mahogany table, several solemn-looking figures, each bearing the rank of a general, were listening to an urgent report.

On the projection screen, surveillance footage from the Shangyiju site was playing—

Bullets flew everywhere, Zeng Linglong rolled around, and Yan Ruge was shot and fell to the ground.

The image freezes on the moment when Zeng Linglong is kneeling on both knees, bleeding profusely.

"Snapped!"

A senior official with gray hair suddenly slammed his fist on the table and stood up!

The teacup tipped over, spilling tea onto the confidential documents.

"presumptuous--!!"

The old man's voice trembled with rage:

"In the capital! In the heart of the city! Using snipers! To assassinate a national hero!"

"This is not a criminal offense—"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word like a bullet striking a wall:

"This is—a horrific attack!"

"This is—a blatant provocation against national security!"

"This is—crossing the most inviolable bottom line in the Dragon Kingdom!"

The atmosphere in the meeting room was as heavy as iron.

Another middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit spoke in a deep voice:

"The highest directive has been issued."

"Activate all violent institutions."

"At all costs—"

His eyes were sharp as swords:

"Uncover the mastermind behind this."

"Give the heroes an explanation."

"Give the Zeng family an explanation."

"Give the Yan family an explanation."

"Give the people of the whole country an explanation."

however.

Right at the very center of this inescapable net—

Located just 800 meters from Shangyiju, it is the basement parking lot of an old office building.

Deep inside, there is a hidden door that is almost integrated with the wall.

Behind the hidden door is another secret compartment, only ten square meters in size.

This is the ultimate safe house that Wu Jun reserved for the "Knights" organization.

now.

Having successfully escaped all surveillance, Mad God sat on the ground with his back against the wall.

He had just taken off his combat uniform, which was covered in dust and mud.

Inside the partition—

Military self-heating rations were piled up in the corner, enough to last one person for three months.

The bottled drinking water is properly sealed.

Medical kits, batteries, spare weapons, and even—an encrypted satellite communication terminal—were all included.

Mad God unscrewed a bottle of water, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

The water slid down his thick neck, washing away the sweat on his forehead.

His gaze remained frighteningly calm.

Through the earpiece, Wu Jun's voice came from the encrypted channel:

"The area within three kilometers outside has been completely sealed off."

"You need to lie in wait here for at least 72 hours."

"Do not use any electronic devices, and do not make any noise."

"Once things calm down, I'll arrange for you to leave the country."

The Mad God's voice was filled with rage: "Wu! Your information is wrong. The target is the world's top tactical mastermind. King Kong is dead, and all the elite knights—annihilated."

This is a devastating loss; you'll be in for a world of wrath.

After saying that, Mad God immediately turned off his headphones and unplugged the satellite terminal.

Then, he took a lead shielding box out of his backpack, put all the electronic devices inside, and closed it tightly.

Completely cut off contact with the outside world.

He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes.

The corners of his mouth were curved in a cold, almost brutal arc.

Shangyiju Parking Lot.

Beside General Zeng Sheng's command vehicle.

Xiaoya, Ye Feng, Tiezhu, and other members of the Dragon Return team rushed out from the shadows.

All members of the Dragon Return Squad have now reunited.

They spotted the tall, imposing figure standing beside the pile of corpses, bearing the rank of major general on his shoulder—

Zeng Sheng.

Their eldest son's father.

At this moment, Zeng Sheng's military uniform jacket was open, the collar buttons were undone, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His gaze was fixed on the black-clad corpses on the ground.

His fists were clenched at his sides, his knuckles white.

Xiaoya and the others quickly stepped forward.

Three meters in front of Zeng Sheng—

"Whoosh—!"

Twelve men, stand at attention!

Raise your hand in salute!

Their movements were synchronized and uniform.

"Greetings, sir!"

The sound echoed in the empty parking lot.

Right now, the only person who can make these furious lunatics stand at attention and salute like this is Zeng Sheng. Not because he's a general, but because Zeng Sheng is their leader's father.

Zeng Sheng turned around.

He looked at these young men—his sons' brothers who had shared life and death with him.

Looking at the anger in their eyes, the blood on their faces, and the lingering smell of gunpowder on their bodies.

His throat tightened.

Zeng Sheng did not return the gift.

He took a step forward, his gaze sweeping across Xiaoya's face, then over Ye Feng, then over Tie Zhu...

Finally, it fell on Xiaoya.

His lips moved.

I wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Only those eyes—

It is filled with a father's deepest fears, most urgent inquiries, and most helpless heartache.

Xiaoya understood.

She lowered her salute, took a step forward, and softened her voice:

"uncle."

"Boss... he's alright now."

"The wound has been treated, and a blood transfusion has been given. He is now at the General Hospital of the Military Region."

She paused, then lowered her voice:

"only……"

"Sister Ruge... is still being resuscitated."

"But don't worry, the best experts are here, she... will definitely pull through."

Zeng Sheng closed his eyes.

two seconds.

When he opened his eyes again, the vulnerability in them was forcibly suppressed, leaving only the soldier's unwavering resolve:

"well……"

His voice was hoarse:

"You guys...you've worked hard."

Xiaoya seized the opportunity to speak:

"Uncle, the bodies of these killers at the scene—"

"Could we hold off for now?"

"We need to find clues from them and trace their identities."

Zeng Sheng nodded:

"Can."

"Old Liu has already spoken with me."

"You are in charge of this operation."

"The troops I brought are responsible for the outer perimeter blockade and assistance."

Tie Zhu couldn't help but step forward and ask eagerly:

"Uncle, is there any news about the sniper who escaped?"

Zeng Sheng shook his head, his anger reigniting in his eyes:

"Not at the moment."

"The entire three-kilometer radius is under lockdown, and mobile divisions, special police, and public security officers are conducting a thorough search."

"But... there's still no news."

At this moment, Ye Feng spoke up.

His voice was icy, like a frozen pool in the dead of night:

"uncle."

"Have the search forces... withdraw."

Zeng Sheng was taken aback: "Withdraw?"

Ye Feng raised his eyes and looked into the depths of darkness:

"A sniper who could injure our leader and still manage to escape right in front of us brothers..."

"Absolutely a master among masters."

"This attack was meticulously planned, with ambushes on all sides. They even calculated the timing of the boss's gathering and the people around him with pinpoint accuracy—"

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

There must be an inside man.

"And he was a high-ranking inside man."

"Blindly searching like this will only alert the enemy and allow them to hide even deeper."

He turned to Zeng Sheng, his eyes resolute:

"That sniper—"

"Leave it to us."

"I won't dig him out myself..."

Ye Feng's voice was as low as an echo from hell:

"Our anger is far from over."

Zeng Sheng looked into Ye Feng's lifeless eyes.

Then he looked at Xiaoya, Tiezhu, Jiang Tianhua...

Looking at the burning flames of revenge surging in the eyes of these young people, almost materializing.

He took a deep breath.

"OK."

"I immediately ordered the search troops to withdraw, leaving only the outer perimeter sealed off."

"You guys—be careful."

He reached out and patted Ye Feng's shoulder heavily:

"Little Dragon has brothers like you..."

"As a father... I can rest assured."

Xiaoya stepped forward and opened the tactical tablet:

"Uncle, time is of the essence."

"I can't coordinate with every department individually."

"Please notify the monitoring center—do not panic."

She looked up, a cold glint in her eyes befitting a "cyber ghost":

"Later..."

"I will hack into the city's surveillance system."

"Take over all permissions."

Zeng Sheng gave Xiaoya a deep look.

He knew—"This girl is a goddess in the online world."

"it is good."

Zeng Sheng nodded emphatically:

"All departments—"

"I will cooperate with you unconditionally."

He turned around, walked towards the command vehicle, and grabbed the communicator:

"Pass on my order—"

"All ground search forces, evacuate the blockade zone immediately!"

"Leave only the outer perimeter under surveillance!"

"All personnel in the monitoring center, remain in place and stand by. Do not interfere with any system operations!"

The order has been issued.

Under the night sky, the massive search machine slowly came to a stop.

And the other one—

A more intricate and brutal hunting net woven by the madman Long Hui—

It quietly opens in the darkness.

Xiaoya had already gotten into a modified command vehicle arranged by Zeng Sheng.

The blue light from the screen illuminated her cold face.

Her fingers blurred across the keyboard.

The first line of code is input.

Beijing Sky Eye System —

It began to change hands.

Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the jungle of buildings swallowed by darkness.

His lips moved slightly, silently uttering two words:

"Wait."

No matter how well the prey hides—

Even Death can smell blood.