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

Xiaoya forcefully suppressed her boiling murderous intent.

She turned and walked toward the long table on the side of the operations room.

More than thirty mobile phones, satellite phones, and encrypted communication devices were neatly arranged on the table.

These are—

Ye Feng and six Shadow Assassins "borrowed" the equipment from Wu Jun, Chen Yifeng, and six others.

And the personal cell phones handed over by the dozen or so scions of prominent families who were brought in for interrogation.

Xiaoya's goal is simple:

Find the inside man.

Find that traitor—the one who contacted the overseas "Cosmic Organization" and leaked the boss's whereabouts.

She plugged the data cable into the computer docking station.

More than thirty data cables connect to all the devices like venomous snakes.

Then--

Fingers on the keyboard become a storm!

"Decryption protocol initiated—forcibly cracking all encryption keys!"

"Contact Record Extraction - Retrieve all calls, text messages, and encrypted messages from the last three months!"

"IP Origin Tracing - Locating the Location of the Other Party in Every Communication!"

Keyword filtering – filtering for sensitive words such as 'Zeng Linglong,' 'Shangyiju,' 'Return Banquet,' 'Sniper,' 'Knight,' and 'Zhou'!

The data window on the screen is jumping wildly!

The progress bar is moving forward at lightning speed!

One hour later.

The iron gate to the base's interrogation area opened again.

Ye Feng walked out, holding a list in his hand.

His gaze swept over the training team members waiting in the corridor:

"The following personnel are hereby released from investigation."

"Kong Zhuo, Luo Haoran, Zhao Mingxuan..."

He read out thirteen names in a row.

"Take them to the cleaning area and return their personal belongings."

"Then--"

Ye Feng paused:

"Blindfold them and take them out of the base, then return them to the entrance of Shangyi Residence."

"Fang Rong and Jiang Tianhua were responsible for escorting and explaining the situation."

"The remaining three—" His eyes turned cold, "Continue the interrogation."

"The focus of the investigation will be on their family's unusual overseas fund flows, as well as... encrypted communication records with unknown numbers in the past week."

10:20 AM, Shangyiju parking lot.

Three military vehicles stopped.

The car door opened.

More than ten scions of prominent families, who had just had their blindfolds removed, staggered off the bus.

The morning sunlight was blinding.

But after their eyes adjusted to the light, they looked around—

They froze instantly!

The scene before me resembled a battlefield bombarded by heavy artillery!

ground--

Dozens of bullet holes were densely packed, and charred marks remained on the edge of the crater.

wall--

Large splattered bloodstains had congealed into a dark brown color, a shocking sight in the sunlight.

vehicle--

The bodies of seven or eight luxury cars were riddled with holes, all the windows were shattered, and the tires burst.

In the air—

The air was still thick with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and something else... the stench of burning flesh.

"This...this is..."

Kong Zhuo's voice trembled.

Luo Haoran gritted his teeth, his legs going weak.

All the scions of noble families turned ashen-faced.

Fang Rong and Jiang Tianhua got out of the car.

They stood before these terrified young people.

Fang Rong's gaze swept over every face, and then he slowly spoke:

"I know what you're thinking right now."

"Fear, doubt, lingering fear, even... anger."

His voice was calm, yet carried a weight of iron will:

"Our investigation of you is to ensure we're accountable to our boss—"

"That's true, it's about being responsible to your family."

He paused:

"We are honored that you have passed the review."

"You, and your family—are innocent."

Everyone was taken aback.

Immediately, a feeling of exhaustion, as if I had survived a disaster, swept over my entire body.

But Fang Rong wasn't finished speaking:

"Why did I bring you here?"

He pointed to the bullet holes and bloodstains on the ground:

"Because—you attended the boss's homecoming banquet."

We acknowledge this kindness.

"Therefore, you are entitled to know—what happened here last night."

Fang Rong began to speak.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word struck the hearts of these young people like a hammer blow:

"Last night, shortly after you left."

"Eleven fully armed foreign assassins have set up an ambush here."

"There's a sniper on the roof of the building across the street."

"There's a sniper in a car parked on the side of the road."

"They kidnapped the boss's fiancée, Yan Ruge."

"A time bomb was strapped to her."

"Hold a gun to her head and force the boss to show himself."

Fang Rong's eyes began to redden:

"The boss did it to save her..."

"Shot in both knees, kneel here."

"Ru Ge did it to save the boss..."

"Pounce on him and use your body to block the bullets."

"The bullet pierced her back, just two millimeters from her heart."

She is still in the intensive care unit at the hospital.

The scene was deathly silent.

The scions of noble families stared wide-eyed, their breath catching in their throats.

They couldn't imagine—

The "Young Master Long," who was all smiles and exuded an imposing aura at the banquet, knelt before the enemy last night with blood on his knees.

That aloof and beautiful heiress from the Yan family once fearlessly threw herself into a bullet.

Fang Rong took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger:

"These people are all foreign forces."

"But he knows everything about the boss's whereabouts, the banquet's proceedings, and Ru Ge's identity."

"You say—"

His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping over the crowd:

"Would you believe it if there wasn't an inside man?"

Everyone instinctively shook their heads.

Cold sweat soaked through my back again.

"Therefore, it is necessary for you to be investigated."

Fang Rong's tone softened:

"Our boss, and all of us—"

"The principles of conduct are very simple."

He held up two fingers:

"If we're friends, we'll be completely open with you and go to great lengths for you."

"If they are the enemy, we will fight to the death."

"you--"

His gaze fell on the faces of Kong Zhuo, Luo Haoran, and others:

"Since we passed the review, we're friends now."

"Here, I apologize for my previous rudeness."

Please forgive any shortcomings.

"No, no, no... You're exaggerating!"

Kong Zhuo was the first to react and quickly waved his hand:

"Of course! That's what we should do!"

Luo Haoran quickly chimed in, "For such a significant matter, investigation is essential! We completely understand!"

Just kidding, they've witnessed firsthand how crazy and lawless these people are.

To be able to stand up to the guards in his own old man's home and forcibly take him away—who would dare say a word against that? Who would dare to have any objections?

Other scions of prominent families echoed his sentiments.

There was not a trace of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Only—a sense of relief and lingering fear.

They finally learned what had happened.

They also understood why they had to be censored.

If such a label were to be placed on a family, no family could bear the consequences.

This terrorist attack is a declaration of war against the Dragon Kingdom.

They finally understood.

Now I understand why these "soldiers" are so crazy and lawless.

He understood why he was able to emerge from that hellish base.

At the same time, they were not only relieved that they had passed the review, but also felt the recognition from Zeng Linglong and his subordinates.

Because if you don't approve of them, there's absolutely no need to explain yourself to these lawless soldiers.

That's what makes them feel fortunate.

Because they had already witnessed Zeng Linglong's strength and power, his ability to break through the encirclement in such a desperate situation, and the many elite warriors who were willing to sacrifice their lives for him.

It goes without saying that Zeng Linglong is definitely an important figure in the military.

And why should these lunatics explain to them? It's not because of their family background!

Instead, they attended Zeng Linglong's dinner party, and these lunatics appreciated the gesture.

This also means that Zeng Linglong has already received it.

Understand it better now—

Zeng Linglong, and his group of madmen...

They are beings that should absolutely not be made enemies.

Kong Zhuo and Luo Haoran exchanged a glance.

They both saw the same emotion in each other's eyes:

The fear had not yet subsided, but a surge of ecstasy was brewing beneath the surface, and the shock was still overwhelming.

They know.

Starting today—

The name "Zeng Linglong" will become a taboo subject within the elite families of Beijing.

We can only cooperate.

You can only make friends with them.

To be enemies?

Forget it—life is more important.

The military vehicles started up and took these shaken young people home.

Sunlight streamed onto the dilapidated parking lot of Shangyiju.

far away.

From the base direction.

Xiaoya stared at the character "宙" on the screen, her eyes filled with icy killing intent.

Ye Feng walked toward the three still-closed interrogation rooms.

The real insider screening—

just began.

And Wu Jun's nightmare...

This also marked the beginning of the process, as Xiaoya had already found many clues in his satellite-encrypted phone, and a lot of information edited with code was being gradually decrypted.

It's not that Wu Jun isn't powerful—it's that he's not vigilant.

Instead, under the full-scale, insane retaliation of Ye Feng, Lin Xiaoya, and the Dragon Return Squad, they had nowhere to escape...