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

"People from outside the country?" Fang Rong frowned.

Jiang Tianhua gave a sinister smile:

"interesting."

"What if this sniper is an imposter operating from overseas..."

"Those assassins from Shangyi Residence—"

His gaze swept across the parking lot, as if he could see through the walls to the corpses:

"I'm afraid none of these are the 'true faces' either."

Ye Feng slowly stood up:

"Once the medical team arrives, send this guy away."

"Let's go to Shangyiju—"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes:

"Autopsy."

Ten minutes later.

A sharp screech of brakes echoed outside the parking lot!

Two military off-road vehicles, one armored personnel carrier, and one ambulance broke through the darkness and came to an abrupt stop in front of the office building.

The car door was wide open!

Two platoons of fully armed soldiers jumped down in single file and quickly formed a defensive formation.

Immediately afterwards, four medical personnel wearing white coats and carrying military medical kits rushed in with stretchers and first aid equipment.

The leading major strode up to Ye Feng and snapped to attention, saluting!

"Report! We are here to receive the wounded on Commander Zeng's orders!"

His voice was crisp and clear, carrying the ruggedness of a seasoned soldier.

At this moment, Fang Rong walked up to the officer, returned the salute, and pointed to the unconscious Mad God on the ground:

"Just those bird feathers."

She fainted after bleeding a little.

"Quickly give him some blood, don't let him die."

The officer looked in the direction Fang Rong was pointing—

The pool of blood on the ground was a shocking sight.

The body, with its limbs roughly bandaged and still bleeding.

A pale face, clearly showing signs of blood loss.

The officer's lips twitched uncontrollably twice.

This...this is called "a little bleeding"?

Is this fucking bloodletting?!

"Quickly! First aid!" The officer suppressed his shock and ordered the medical staff behind him.

Qi Liang, quite unceremoniously, put his arm around the officer's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and spoke in a "friendly" voice as if they were comrades-in-arms:

"Brother, listen to me—"

"When we get to the hospital, take good care of him."

"As long as I don't die, it's fine."

"The blood of us Chinese is the bloodline of the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor, it's extremely precious!"

"Just give him a little bit, enough to keep him alive. Giving him too much is a waste!"

The officer's face was almost scrunched up.

How was he supposed to respond to that?

Commander Zeng's order was: "Do everything possible to treat the perpetrator and ensure his survival for interrogation."

But the man in front of me said, "As long as he doesn't die, it's fine. Giving too much blood is a waste."

This is fucking—

Whose advice should we listen to?!

The officer was on the verge of tears.

Ye Feng noticed the officer's predicament, walked over, and said calmly:

"The person is now in your hands."

"We need to go to Shangyiju; we have other things to do."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Tie Zhu, Xiao Ya, Fang Rong, and others followed closely behind.

The officer stood there, watching the group of menacing figures disappear into the parking lot exit, then looked at the dying Mad God on the ground…

Finally, he gritted his teeth:

"Put him on a stretcher! Stop the bleeding immediately! Establish intravenous access!"

"Transfer to the Intensive Care Unit of the Military Region General Hospital!"

"Remember—just stay alive, the rest... we'll see!"

Just as Ye Feng and the others walked out of the office building and sped towards Shangyi Residence—

About 500 meters away from the office building, on the rooftop of a residential community.

Two figures, completely shrouded in black night clothes, lay like statues behind the railing.

One of them was holding a high-powered military telescope, the telescope steadily pointed at the office building entrance.

He saw military vehicles coming and going.

I saw those menacing figures leave.

"Young Master."

The man in black lowered his voice and whispered into the earpiece:

"You were right."

"Those armed police, special police, and regular police who withdrew—they were definitely suspicious."

"About 15 minutes after they withdrew, a team of fully armed special forces elites came after them."

"There was an explosion and a gunfight just now in the office building."

"Now that the military medical team has intervened, they are carrying stretchers to transport the wounded."

I think this injured person must be...!

"The safe house... has definitely been exposed."

On the other end of the phone.

Wu Jun remained seated in his large leather office chair.

The room was dark, with only the cold light from the computer screen illuminating half of his sinister face.

Upon hearing the report, a cold, venomous sneer slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"When I do things..."

His voice was soft, yet carried a chilling, eerie quality:

"We always have a backup plan."

"Winning or losing..."

"Who knows until the very last step?"

He picked up the glass of red wine on the table and swirled it gently.

The scarlet liquid swirled in the glass, like fresh blood.

"Since they found a safe house so quickly..."

A cruel and excited glint flashed in Wu Jun's eyes:

"Then let this storm—"

"More intensely!"

He tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Then, speaking into the headset, he uttered five words:

"implement."

Plan B.

The phone hangs up.

Wu Jun leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.

In the darkness, his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest.

as--

The countdown to death.

night, deeper.

The wind howled through the city's skyscrapers.

At the entrance of the office building, soldiers led the way, guarding the medical team—guarding the stretchers—and quickly appeared at the door.

On the rooftop, a man in black silently set up a sniper rifle, his eyes like those of a ferocious beast eyeing its prey.

A more insidious, more elaborate, and more insidious web is slowly unfolding in the darkness.

The more than 300 fully armed training team members who drove to Shangyiju have also arrived.

They had already learned the whole story from the team members who arrived first, through ear-to-ear communication.

They saw Shang Yiju's body.

Bullet marks and debris from the explosion were visible on the vehicle.

It was as if they could see their head instructor being ambushed and attacked from all sides right here, and then, with the demeanor of a war god, launching a desperate counterattack.

A deeper sense of worship arose in their hearts, while a greater rage caused their chests to heave violently.

Ye Feng and the others had already left the gate by more than 200 meters and were rushing towards Shangyi Residence.

This hunt—

Perhaps, it's far from over.