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

The flames from the explosion have not yet dissipated!

"Da da da da—!!!"

The rapid bursts of automatic rifle fire erupted from inside the wall!

The bullets followed the trajectory of Ye Feng's fall, hitting the ground and sending up a series of dazzling sparks!

The moment Ye Feng tackled her, he had already rolled around in Xiao Ya's arms!

At the same time, he drew his pistol from his waist with his right hand, without even needing to aim—relying entirely on the instantaneous judgment of the source of the gunshot!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots in quick succession, aimed at the crack in the wall!

A figure flashed inside the wall!

While throwing grenades and firing to suppress the enemy, Mad God had already pushed open the hidden door and rushed out!

His movements were as fast as a cheetah—he leaped to the right, landed on one knee the instant he landed, and fired again, his gun following the direction Ye Feng rolled!

"Da da da!"

The bullet struck the spot where Ye Feng had just rolled, causing the ground to crack!

But the Mad God did not linger in the fight.

He knew that the explosions and gunfire had given away his position and he had to evacuate immediately!

Using the recoil from the shot, he fell backward, executed a smooth tactical roll, and hid behind the nearest SUV!

Outside the parking lot.

"Explosion! It's over there from the Grim Reaper!" Tie Zhu's eyes were bloodshot as he picked up the Vulcan cannon and rushed inside!

"Surround them! Don't let that bastard get away!" Jiang Tianhua rappelled down from the rooftop!

All the Dragon Return team members, like ignited explosives, rushed frantically towards the blast point from all directions!

Inside the parking lot.

The Mad God leaned against the tire, breathing heavily.

His ears were ringing, and the shockwave from the explosion made him feel dizzy.

But what made him even more uneasy was the sound of heavy, orderly military boots rapidly approaching from outside!

More than one person.

There are many people.

And judging from the footsteps... they were all experts!

"Damn it... Wu Jun, that bastard..." Kuang Shen cursed through gritted teeth, pulling out a magazine from his waist and changing it.

He had to break out.

Staying here means certain death.

He took a deep breath, emerged from behind the car, and used the vehicle's shadow to quickly move towards the parking lot exit.

Just around the corner—

"Buzz—!!!"

A deep, terrifying spinning sound rang out from ahead!

The Mad God looked up.

Pupils dilate instantly!

Twenty meters ahead, a figure as tall as an iron tower was holding a six-barreled Vulcan cannon, the muzzle pointed directly at his head!

The barrel has begun to spin and accelerate!

"Bastard—" Tie Zhu roared like a beast, "Kneel down for me—!!!"

"Da da ...

Vulcan cannon, fire!

It wasn't a burst shot.

It was an unrestrained, torrential metal frenzy!

The bullets, like a crimson torrent of steel, instantly engulfed the entire corner where the Mad God was!

The wall was riddled with holes, and concrete fragments exploded like fireworks!

All the vehicle's windows were shattered, the tires burst, and the body was riddled with holes!

The Mad God didn't dare to raise his head!

He huddled tightly in the corner, bullets whizzing past his scalp, the scorching air scorching his hair!

Absolute firepower suppression!

This is the style of the ferocious beast Tiezhu—either he doesn't move at all, or when he does, it's with overwhelming force, giving his opponent no chance to breathe!

But Tie Zhu did not kill him directly.

He wants them alive.

He wanted to make this bastard who made the boss kneel down taste all the pain before slowly dying.

The Vulcan cannon's barrage was slightly off to the left, deliberately leaving a narrow "passage".

Thinking he had found a way out, Mad God, ignoring the ringing in his ears, lunged forward and to the right, trying to roll behind another car—

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

A burst of blood erupted from the Mad God's right wrist!

"Ah—!" he screamed as the pistol flew out of his hand.

Qi Liang's figure flipped over the right side of the car roof, landing silently, the muzzle of his gun still smoking.

"Right hand." Qi Liang's voice was icy. "This is the interest for the bullet wound in the boss's left arm."

The madman, writhing in excruciating pain, had bloodshot eyes and his left hand swiftly reached for the spare gun at his waist—

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously!

From behind!

Fang Rong suddenly charged forward, using the momentum to leap over the car roof, and quickly appeared behind him. After landing, he rolled forward and fired in a kneeling position, accurately hitting the back of Mad God's knees with two bullets!

This demonstrates the seamless teamwork of the Dragon Return Squad.

"Ugh—!!!" Mad God's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud!

"Kneel properly." Fang Rong's voice was cruelly mocking. "Kneel the way the boss kneels."

An eye for an eye.

Blood for blood.

The Mad God knelt on both knees, his right wrist broken, his left hand reaching for his gun—

He heard a very faint whooshing sound coming from above.

look up.

In my pupils, I saw a black figure leaping down from the pipe above!

Ye Feng!

The moment Fang Rong fired his gun to draw attention, he used the momentum to leap into the air, his body fully extended in the air, like a swooping night hawk!

The Mad God's left hand had just touched the gun handle—

"Bang! Bang!"

Ye Feng, in mid-air, held the gun with both hands and fired two bursts!

The first bullet pierced the Mad God's left upper arm, causing the muscles to explode!

The second bullet pierced the Mad God's left wrist, shattering the bones!

"Left hand." Ye Feng's voice was icy. "This is to avenge the bullet wound in the boss's left arm."

"Ugh—!" Mad God's left hand fell limply to his side, and his spare gun dropped.

He was crippled in all four limbs and knelt in a pool of blood.

"Hahaha...hahaha..."

The Mad God suddenly threw his head back and let out a hoarse and maniacal laugh.

Laughter echoed in the empty parking lot, filled with resentment, absurdity, and self-mockery at the end of the road.

He is Mad God, the ace sniper of the Cosmic Organization, who has dominated the battlefield for more than 20 years and has never missed a shot.

Tonight, with meticulous planning and ambushes from all sides, they thought their prey was already in their grasp.

But unexpectedly—

The roles of hunter and prey were completely reversed within just one hour.

He had no chance to resist.

Like a mouse being toyed with by a group of ferocious beasts.

He laughed hoarsely, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He bit down hard on the inside of his mouth—where a deadly poison capsule was hidden; death in three seconds was the assassin's last vestige of dignity.

however--

His teeth haven't closed yet!

The black figure that had just landed was already right in front of him like a ghost!

Ye Feng's right hand transformed into a blur as the butt of his gun slammed into the Mad God's left carotid artery!

"Bang!"

A dull thud!

The Mad God's vision went black, his biting motion stopped abruptly, and his body slumped to the side.

But Ye Feng did not let him fall.

His left hand gripped the mad god's jaw like an iron clamp, and squeezed hard—

"Click."

The jaw joint dislocated, forcing the mouth to open.

Ye Feng roughly probed into the Mad God's mouth with his right index and middle fingers, and precisely plucked out a blue capsule the size of a grain of rice, wrapped in a transparent film, at the junction of the tongue root and buccal mucosa.

"Want to die?"

Ye Feng held the capsule up to the mad god's unfocused gaze, his voice as cold as ancient ice:

"It's not that easy."

He let go.

The Mad God collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, blood gushing from his limbs, his mouth unable to open, saliva mixed with blood flowing out.

All that remained in their eyes was utter despair and fear.

Ye Feng stood up and tossed the poison sac to Xiao Ya.

He looked down at his dying "prey" at his feet.

Then, slowly lift your military boots—

He stepped on the knee of the Mad God, the one that had once made Zeng Linglong kneel, now pierced by a bullet.

Hard.

Grinding.

"Ah—!!!!!" The Mad God let out an inhuman scream.

Ye Feng's eyes remained completely unmoved.

"This is just the beginning."

He bent down, grabbed the Mad God's hair, and lifted that face, contorted with pain, up to his eyes.

One word at a time:

"Everything you did to the boss..."

"I will make you—"

"A hundredfold repayment."

The parking lot was deathly silent.

Only the mad god's suppressed, broken groans.

Twelve dark figures stood around the pool of blood.

Their eyes were as if they were looking at a corpse that was still alive.