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

Inside the command vehicle.

Xiaoya's pupils reflected the rapidly scrolling data stream—the AI ​​intelligent intelligence analysis system was replaying all the surveillance footage around the Mad God sniper position at a speed of 120 frames per second.

On the nine split screens, the images are simultaneously fast-forwarded, slowed down, and zoomed in on specific areas.

Xiaoya swiped her finger across the touchscreen, dragging key time points into the 3D modeling software.

A red virtual figure begins to move within the architectural diagram—jumping from the rooftop to the twelfth floor using a rope.

Trajectory generation.

"All team members." Xiaoya's lips were close to the microphone, and her voice traveled through the bone conduction headphones to the ears of all eleven members:

"The target's initial escape path has been modeled."

"Keep the camera on for real-time video transmission."

"I will be your second pair of eyes."

Just now, at the sniper spot of Mad God—the rooftop—the night wind howled.

Ye Feng stood at the edge, looking down at the professional rappelling rope that still hung in the night sky.

The end of the rope swayed slightly in the wind, about three meters from the window on the twelfth floor below—a landing point deliberately chosen by the Mad God to bypass the floor's surveillance and directly infiltrate the building's interior.

Ye Feng did not hesitate.

He grabbed the rope, braced his feet against the edge of the rooftop, and leaned back—

He leaped!

The tactical gloves rubbed against the ropes, making a soft "rustling" sound.

He controlled his falling speed perfectly. As he approached the window on the twelfth floor, he suddenly exerted force in his waist and abdomen, curled up his legs, and swung his whole body towards the window like a pendulum!

"Splash—!"

The glass had already been shattered by the Mad God, and Ye Feng rolled precisely into the room through the breach.

It landed silently.

Behind them, ten figures, including Tie Zhu, Fang Rong, Tang Long, and Jiang Tianhua, descended in succession, like black raindrops falling in the dark night.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like copying and pasting.

The corridor on the twelfth floor was empty, and the emergency lights emitted a ghastly green glow.

Xiaoya's voice rang out at just the right moment:

"The blind spot in the corridor surveillance is at the fire exit."

"No suspicious persons were captured by the elevator surveillance cameras."

"The only possibility is the fire escape."

Ye Feng had already walked towards the passage door.

Push away.

The beam of light from the powerful flashlight pierced the darkness.

The beam of light was directed at a 45-degree angle toward the surface of the cement steps—the angle from which the finest details are most easily observed.

Ye Feng squatted down.

His eyes, like a high-precision scanner, swept across the steps inch by inch.

found it.

At the edge of the third step, there is an area about the size of a palm—the dust on the cement surface is unevenly distributed.

The particles on the left are loose, while those on the right are compact.

These are faint marks left by the force of the forefoot of a military boot—when a person is going down stairs quickly, the forefoot lands first, and the pressure is concentrated on the front half of the foot.

The traces were so faint that they were almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

But Ye Feng could "read" it.

Because he himself is the master of creating such marks.

"Down." He stood up, his voice low.

The eleven people descended the stairs silently, like ghosts.

Every few steps, Ye Feng would squat down to check the direction of the traces.

The footprints are fading.

Because when Mad God was going downstairs, he deliberately adjusted the force and angle of his landing—this is a standard counter-tracking tactic.

But habits can't be changed.

Every seven to eight steps, there will inevitably be a slightly noticeable indentation – that is the point of stress that is unavoidable when a person's center of gravity shifts.

Ye Feng used these "rhythm points" to keep track of the trail.

Upon arriving at the first floor.

The fire door on the first floor was pushed open.

The moment you step out, the concrete steps beneath your feet transform into smooth ceramic tiles.

The footprints have completely disappeared.

The lobby was spacious, with surveillance cameras hanging high on the ceiling, like cyclops, slowly rotating.

Xiaoya's voice calmly analyzed the situation through the earphones:

"The main lobby's surveillance system covers the central area."

"There is a wide-angle camera at the 3 o'clock and 11 o'clock positions outside the door."

The overlapping blind spots created by the three sensors are—

Point A: Behind the pillar.

Point B: Left side of the potted plant green belt.

Point C: The concave corner inside the service counter.

Ye Feng's gaze swept over the three locations.

He instantly put himself in the other person's shoes in his mind—

If I were the Mad God, having just completed a sniper kill and now on the run, what would I choose?

Point A is too conspicuous. Although the pillar can provide some cover, it is easy for the camera outside the door to capture the silhouette of the person moving around.

Point C is too passive; once you enter the concave corner, there's only one way out, and if you're discovered, you're trapped.

Only point B – the potted plant is tall and casts a heavy shadow; to the left, one can detour to the back door, and to the right, one can use the sofa as cover to turn towards the elevator lobby.

Ye Feng walked towards point B.

His steps were light, but each step simulated the mad god's mental state: urgent, vigilant, but he had to remain calm.

Sure enough, there was a hidden corner passageway to the left of point B.

Ye Feng turned in.

The beam of the flashlight shone into the depths—an old-fashioned iron back door, ajar.

There are obvious signs of forced entry by a crowbar at the door lock location; the metal is twisted and the latch is broken.

"Professional technique," Ye Feng said in a low voice. "It broke open within three seconds, with even force, and no extra scratches."

He pushed open the door.

Outside the door is a green belt behind the office building, which is neglected and overgrown with weeds.

Flashlight beam downwards—

A clear military boot footprint is deeply embedded in the soil.

The outsole pattern is a common tactical boot pattern, but there is slight wear on the outer forefoot—a characteristic that only develops in people who train on hard surfaces for a long time and habitually move laterally.

The footprints point due south.

Ye Feng stepped out the back door, squatted down next to the footprints, and measured the depth with his fingers.

"He weighs about 85 kilograms, is 180-185 centimeters tall, and carries no more than 15 kilograms of equipment." He quickly assessed, "His stride was large when he left, and there were slight drag marks—his right leg may have had an old injury, or he may have slightly strained it during the descent."

Tie Zhu growled from behind, "Chase!"

The group followed the footprints south for about 100 meters.

The trace was located directly beneath a streetlight on the sidewalk—and then vanished completely.

This is the brightest spot on the entire sidewalk, and the ground is made of smooth stone slabs, making it impossible to leave footprints.

Ye Feng slowly turned around 360 degrees.

His eyes, like those of a cheetah, scanned every possible shadowy spot and every architectural blind spot where one could maneuver.

"Xiaoya," he whispered for help.

"I'm here," Xiaoya replied almost simultaneously. "Your current location, in the four cardinal directions—"

"East: A traffic light intersection 250 meters away, with no blind spots in traffic and security surveillance, the probability of escape is less than 5%."

"South side: 180 meters away is a night food street with dense crowds. There are more than 30 surveillance cameras along the street, and the shops are still open at this time. The risk of exposure is extremely high, with a probability of less than 8%."

"West and north—" Xiaoya paused, the data was being updated, "Two alleyways, poorly lit, sparsely monitored, no effective cameras within a 150-meter radius."

"From the perspective of escape psychology, the alleyway to the west leads to an old residential area, and the complex alleyway makes it easy to hide; at the end of the alleyway to the north, there is a small community park with lush vegetation, which is convenient for short-term hiding."

Ye Feng's gaze was already fixed on the community park 80 meters to his left.

The dark shadows of the trees swayed in the night wind, like gaping maws.

"The park," he said.

He was using professional counter-tracking techniques to devise the best route to evade surveillance and escape. He used perspective-taking and positional shifts to analyze the other party's psychology.

"Analyzing the area around the park," Xiaoya's voice was accompanied by the sound of typing.

Xiaoya used AI intelligent tracking methods, combined with Ye Feng's professional counter-tracking experience, to simulate and analyze the probability of the Mad God's escape route.

Ten seconds later.

Xiaoya said, "There is an artificial lake 200 meters north of the park, which is covered by two security cameras. The lake is open and unobstructed, so the probability of escape is 12%."

"The park's entrance and exit are on the east side. There are two security guards on night duty at the main gate and guard post. There are two surveillance cameras within 50 meters. The blind spot is an open lawn with a 9% probability."

"The south side is your direction of origin, which has been ruled out."

"The only high-probability direction—" Xiaoya emphasized, "the west side of the park."

"There are three branching routes there, which I have classified into three levels: primary, superior, and secondary, based on their concealment, surveillance density, and the complexity of the areas they lead to."

"Main route: Walk west for about 230 meters along the shadow of the wall, and enter the old office building area - the surveillance system in this area is outdated and many buildings are vacant, making it an excellent short-term hiding spot."

"Optimal route: Detour northwest, pass through abandoned construction sites and enter the shantytown - the route is longer but the final hiding conditions are better."

"Secondary route: Head directly west onto the main road's auxiliary road and escape using nighttime traffic flow—highest risk but fastest."

Ye Feng did not hesitate at all.

"Tiezhu, Fangrong, Tanglong, follow me on the main route."

"Jiang Tianhua led three people to take the superior route."

"Qi Liang led the remaining men to block off all exits along the secondary route."

"action."