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

Outside the old office building.

The twelve dark figures spread out silently, like drops of ink falling into water.

Tie Zhu's massive body blocked the main entrance, the six barrels of the Vulcan cannon gleamed coldly in the darkness, his breathing was heavy as an ox, and his eyes were bloodshot—pure killing intent towards those who had harmed the boss.

Jiang Tianhua flipped and leaped onto the fire ladder, taking up the high ground, and slowly swept the muzzle of his sniper rifle across the shadows of every window that might be broken.

Fang Rong, Tang Long, and Qi Liang respectively blocked the exits and ventilation ducts in the east, west, and north directions.

The remaining team members advanced inward in a fan shape, their guns pointed at every corner and every patch of darkness.

Battle formation – a net stretching to the heavens and the earth.

No words were spoken.

Only when their eyes meet does that almost tangible, murderous glint appear, as if it wants to tear its prey apart.

Xiaoya knelt on one knee in the shadows at the entrance to the parking lot.

She opened her tactical backpack—inside wasn't ammunition, but a dense array of tiny electronic devices.

She lightly pressed the start button.

"Buzz—"

Dozens of tiny electronic reconnaissance sprites took flight, each only the size of a coin, their rotors almost silent.

Like a swarm of metallic bees imbued with life, they scattered across every floor of the office building—sneaking in through cracks in broken windows and flying close to the ceiling.

Thermal imaging lens activated.

Low-light night vision activated.

Acoustic detection activated.

The live feed was transmitted back to Xiaoya's tablet.

First floor lobby: deserted, with only a few rats remaining as a source of heat.

Office areas from the second to the fifth floor: desks and chairs are in disarray, dust is everywhere, and there are no signs of life.

The sixth-floor warehouse is filled with discarded building materials, and thermal imaging shows it as a cold, deep blue expanse.

No.

nothing.

Xiaoya frowned slightly, but her eyes remained cold.

Eliminate all incorrect options; what remains—no matter how incredible—is the answer.

Ye Feng then entered the building.

Xiaoya followed closely behind.

After Xiaoya found no clues.

Ye Feng wanted to personally trace the clues—and clues never lie.

The smooth tile floor was spotless to the naked eye.

But Ye Feng squatted down and gently brushed his fingertips across the ground.

Tactile feedback is transmitted to the brain—

Here is a 0.3 mm grain of sand with sharp edges, which is the quartz sand unique to green belts.

There were three sticky particles of soil there, and the humidity was higher than that of the indoor air, indicating that they had just been brought in from outside.

He was like a poet reading Braille, "reading" with his fingertips the almost invisible footprints left by the mad god.

Three steps to the left – the sand grains are sparsely distributed.

Five steps to the right—the number of soil particles increases.

Around the corner ahead—the tracks suddenly become denser, left by the slight movement of the soles of the feet during a brief stop for observation.

Ye Feng's movement trajectory formed an invisible path in his mind, paved with dust and sand.

It points directly to the basement parking lot.

Step into the parking lot.

The epoxy floor paint reflected a dull light under the emergency lights.

Here, the marks become "clear"—faint military boot prints, covered in undried mud, appear on the gray floor like dotted lines lightly drawn with a pencil.

Ye Feng followed the dotted line.

The footprints led deeper into the parking lot, around load-bearing pillars, and avoided security cameras. Xiaoya simultaneously pointed out the camera locations; this route conveniently avoided the cameras, and ultimately—

We stopped in front of what appeared to be an ordinary concrete wall.

The shoe print stopped abruptly.

It does not extend to the left.

There was no right turn.

There was no sign of retreating.

It's like someone walking here and then disappearing into thin air.

Ye Feng stood at the end of the footprint and slowly turned 360 degrees.

His gaze swept around:

On the left are three abandoned cars covered in dust.

On the right are stacked building templates.

This is the wall in front of you—the wall is smooth, the paint color is the same as the other walls, and there are no obvious gaps or handles.

But Ye Feng's eyes narrowed.

Inside the walls, a secret room.

Mad God sat on the ground with his back against the wall, the dangerous stinging sensation growing stronger.

An inexplicable sense of crisis, like an ice pick piercing the spine, exploded out of nowhere!

This was the frantic scream of his beastly instincts, honed through countless crawls out of piles of corpses!

He abruptly sat up, pressing his ear firmly against the cold wall—

Outside, there were extremely faint, almost imperceptible footsteps.

It wasn't just one person.

There are two people.

One of the men's footsteps were light, but very rhythmic, steady, and menacing—the footsteps of someone ready for battle at any moment.

It's a level of control that only top assassins or snipers possess.

The Mad God's heart suddenly clenched.

was found.

How is that possible?!

This safe house was personally designed by Wu Jun. The walls are thickened, soundproof, and heatproof, and even thermal imaging cannot penetrate them!

How did that person outside manage to track me here?!

Outside the wall.

Ye Feng slowly pulled out the military dagger from his side.

The tip of the knife gleamed with a cold, bluish light under the emergency lamp.

The tip of the knife gently rested against the wall, and then—slowly slid horizontally.

The blade rubbed against the concrete, producing an extremely faint "shh" sound.

The sound was very soft, but in the absolutely silent parking lot, it was like sanding glass.

Ye Feng was completely focused.

His arm was as steady as a machine, and the tip of the knife moved with constant pressure and constant speed.

10 cm.

20 cm.

30 centimeters —

The tip of the knife suddenly went empty!

It wasn't the feeling of sliding into a soft material, but rather—encountering an extremely tiny, vertically downward gap!

Ye Feng stopped moving.

He moved closer to the wall, shining the powerful flashlight at a tangential angle—

Under the light, a vertical line, almost as thick as a hair, that blends almost seamlessly into the wall color is revealed!

No, not one.

There are four of them—forming a rectangular outline that is about two meters high and about eighty centimeters wide!

"Xiaoya."

Ye Feng's voice was as soft as a whisper:

"come over."

"There's a problem here."

Xiaoya's figure was like a ghost—silently crouching beside Ye Feng.

Ye Feng used his finger to draw the rectangle on the wall, and then pointed to the surrounding surveillance cameras.

Xiaoya understood instantly.

She quickly retrieved the surveillance footage on the tablet—sure enough, this rectangular area was an absolute blind spot for all the cameras.

And Ye Feng's trail of shoe prints ended right there.

"Unless you have to go through the wall..." Xiaoya whispered.

Before the words were even finished!

The rectangular outline on the wall suddenly sank inward by about one centimeter!

A horizontal gap the size of a fist suddenly appeared!

In the gap—

A dark green, cylindrical object was thrown out with great force!

The object rotates in the air, and the safety pin at the tail traces a silver arc in the air.

High-explosive grenades!

Ye Feng's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

"Get out of the way—!!"

A thunderous roar!

He didn't even have time to think; his body reacted instinctively—turning around, lunging forward, and pulling Xiaoya into his arms!

Face the grenade with your back!

"BOOM—!!!!!!!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out behind us!

The scorching heatwave slammed into Ye Feng's back like a giant hammer!

Broken cement blocks and scorching metal fragments rained down like a storm!