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

Ye Feng and his three companions shot off like arrows, disappearing into the shadows of the western wall of the park.

His eyes remained scanning even as he ran—not by "seeing," but by using battlefield instincts to perceive his environment.

Subtle changes in the ground material.

The transition between light and shadow at different angles of light.

The trajectory of dust particles floating in the air.

All this information is fed into the brain and instantly processed into a dynamic hunting map.

After a hundred meters, Ye Feng suddenly stopped!

The left military boot made a screeching sound as it rubbed against the stone pavement.

He crouched down, focusing the beam of his flashlight on two inconspicuous pebbles on the ground.

The surface of the stones has fresh, fine scratch marks—the result of hard shoe soles (especially military boots with anti-slip treads) rubbing against the stone surface at high speed.

The pattern of the grooves resembles the dragging motion of the forefoot.

"The other party made a sharp turn or changed speed here," Ye Feng said in a low voice. "The weight of their body caused the stone to shift, and the scratch is about 0.3 millimeters deep—it was while they were running."

He stood up and took two steps to the right front.

This is the edge of the streetlight's illumination range; beyond that is the green belt and grass.

The flashlight beam shone into the grass—

Three broken blades of grass.

The cut surface is fresh, and the juice from the grass stems has not yet completely solidified.

The direction of the fall is forward-facing and under stress.

"He leaped into the green belt from here." Ye Feng's eyes narrowed. "His stride was about 1.8 meters, and he landed on his forefoot first—he's someone who has received professional obstacle course training."

Ye Feng began to imitate the Mad God's movements.

He took a few steps back, ran up, and leaped into the green belt—landing with the forefoot striking the ground, his body leaning forward to cushion the impact, and then lowering his body to enter a stealthy stance.

As you move, observe the fallen grass, the angle of broken branches, and the tumbleweeds.

Every trace was reconstructed in his mind as the Mad God's actions at that moment:

Here's a side slide – to avoid the low-hanging branches.

There's a brief pause here—perhaps they're checking the surveillance cameras at the intersection ahead.

Here comes a quick roll—from the edge of an open lawn into the shadow of bushes.

Tie Zhu followed behind, watching Ye Feng sometimes bend down to examine closely, sometimes rush forward, and sometimes suddenly stop.

This man, usually as silent as ice, now seemed to have transformed into a beast that could perfectly recreate the prey's actions in its mind simply by smell and traces—

A humanoid hunting machine.

The tracking lasted approximately 130 meters.

The trail led them to a green area on the side of an old six-story office building.

The trees here are tall, casting deep shadows, and the area is in a blind spot for the two streetlights.

Ye Feng stopped in his tracks.

The flashlight beam slowly swept across the ground—

The scattered, withered branches were broken in many places, with jagged edges, as if they had been trampled on.

The leaf litter layer has obvious depressions, forming a faint "path".

There was a half-faded shoe heel print in the soil, pointing towards the side wall of the office building.

Ye Feng followed the marks to the wall.

There was a sliding window there, which was now open by about twenty centimeters.

The windowpane was covered with a thick layer of dust, but along the edges of the window frame—

There are five clear fingerprints.

The edges of the fingerprints still had a little bit of damp mud and sand on them—the very components of the soil in the green belt.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and lightly pressed his palm above the fingerprint.

The dimensions match.

The angle of force application must be just right—this is the standard action when gripping the window frame with one hand and using the body for leverage to climb in.

"Xiaoya." Ye Feng's voice was as cold as ice.

"I am here."

"I have tracked the target office building, and the coordinates are now synchronized."

"Immediately analyze the surrounding environment of the building and the data matching degree of my tracking route."

Give me a probability.

Inside the command vehicle, Xiaoya's fingers danced across the keyboard like afterimages.

The left side of the screen shows the live feed transmitted from Ye Feng's helmet camera.

On the right are a 3D city model, thermal imaging scan layers, historical pedestrian flow data, building structure diagrams, etc.

All the information is being cross-referenced by AI at an alarming rate.

29 seconds later.

Xiaoya's pupils contracted slightly.

"Grim Reaper, the data feedback is as follows:"

"First, the tracking route you are on is the optimal path in the intelligent inference model, with a comprehensive score of 97.6 points."

"Secondly, the office building was built 23 years ago, and the surveillance system only has old cameras in the lobby and main entrances, one-third of which are damaged, and the rest are not connected to the public security system."

"Third, there is a traffic light intersection about 150 meters in front of the office building, and the surrounding newly built commercial buildings have dense surveillance cameras and nighttime security patrols. If the target continues to move forward, the probability of being exposed will exceed 83%."

Xiaoya took a deep breath, her voice suppressing murderous intent:

"Consider all the data—and combine it with the traces you just tracked."

"What is the probability that the target is hiding in this office building...?"

"Above 99%"

"boom--!"

Tie Zhu slammed his fist hard against the tree trunk next to him!

The tree bark burst open!

"Found you..." he squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

Ye Feng slowly pulled out the pistol from his side.

"Click."

The sound of a bullet being chambered was particularly jarring in the silence.

"All team members," he whispered into the headset, his voice eerily calm.

"Move toward my coordinates."

"That mouse..."

"Found it."

Xiaoya pushed open the car door.

The night wind tousled her long hair as she slung her tactical backpack over her shoulder. The screen of her tablet was still lit up—it displayed a complete structural diagram of the office building.

She started running towards Ye Feng.

at the same time--

Jiang Tianhua suddenly turned around in the northwest alleyway: "Retreat! To Death!"

Qi Liang pressed his earpiece at the intersection of the main road and the auxiliary road: "Everyone, target locked, retreat and encircle!"

Eleven figures, from three different directions, like black arrows returning to their nests, tore through the night and shot towards the old office building.

Ye Feng stood in front of the side window and slowly pushed it open completely.

His eyes were fixed on the dark interior space.

His fingers gently stroked the gun handle.

In the distance, one could already hear faint but hurried footsteps—

That was his brother.

That was the noose that was about to tighten.

Inside the building.

In the absolute silence of the underground chamber, the Mad God suddenly opened his eyes.

His right hand silently rested on the grip of the pistol at his waist.

The instincts of a wild beast were first triggered in the dead of night—

A dangerous sting.