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

Inside Wu Jun's residence, the alarm had already been sounded.

Then seven or eight more bodyguards rushed out from all directions, some of them already reaching for their waists.

But they were not facing ordinary people.

It's Ye Feng.

It's Qi Liang.

They were twenty training team members who had crawled out of hellish special training and whose murderous aura had not yet subsided.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The precise bursts of fire were like the drumbeats of death!

It's not the vital point.

Instead, it's the arms, thighs, and shoulders.

Each shot sent a bodyguard screaming as he fell to the ground, incapacitated.

Then soldiers immediately stepped forward, took control, and dragged him away.

efficient.

cruel.

Like a surgeon precisely removing a tumor, without a trace of unnecessary emotion.

Ye Feng was very familiar with the environment here—when he infiltrated last time, he had already memorized the entire structure of the place.

He led Qi Liang and his team, as if they were in an empty house, through the luxurious lobby, straight to the second floor—

Wu Jun's office.

In front of the heavy solid wood door of the office.

Wu Jun's mysterious assistant stood there like a gatekeeper.

His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with shock and fear, but his duty as an assistant forced him to straighten his back.

The moment he saw Ye Feng and the others, he immediately raised his hands to indicate that he was unarmed, and shouted loudly:

"You can't go in! This is Young Master Wu Jun's private office! This is illegal! I need to contact the military leadership! I need to..."

He wanted to stall for time.

Even a few seconds would give Wu Jun inside a chance to call for help from his family or higher authorities.

but--

He's too naive.

Qi Liang didn't even let him finish speaking.

He took a step forward!

His left hand shot out like an iron clamp and precisely grabbed the assistant's neck!

"Well--!"

The assistant let out a choked sob, and his feet instantly left the ground!

Qi Liang's arm muscles bulged, like cast iron, and he lifted his assistant up with one hand, and then—

Like throwing away trash, he shoved it hard to the side!

"Bang!!"

The assistant's body slammed heavily against the wall, then slid to the ground, curled up in a ball, coughing violently, almost vomiting bile, and could no longer make a sound.

Two soldiers immediately stepped forward and dragged him away.

Ye Feng lifted his leg.

"Bang--!!!"

He kicked the heavy solid wood door hard!

The door wasn't kicked open.

Instead, the door lock, along with part of the door frame, was kicked out of shape and cracked by this extremely violent force!

The entire door swung open with a deafening roar!

The interior scene came into view.

Inside the office.

Wu Jun was standing in front of a huge desk, holding a cell phone in his hand. His face was contorted with extreme panic, and his fingers were trembling as he dialed a number.

Hearing the door being broken down, he looked up abruptly!

The moment he saw Ye Feng and Qi Liang, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

My heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand, and it stopped beating for a second!

But he was, after all, Wu Jun, one of the three young masters of the capital, a scion of a wealthy family who had seen it all.

After a brief moment of panic, a surge of offended rage, mixed with the deepest, most hidden fear in my heart, rushed to my head!

He suddenly straightened up, his face flushed, pointed at Ye Feng and Qi Liang, his voice sharp and piercing with excitement:

"Who are you people?!"

"Who gave you the audacity to break into my residence?!"

"Do you know who I am?! Do you know where you are?!"

His roar echoed in the empty office.

But his response—

It was Ye Feng's expressionless face, and Qi Liang's increasingly obvious, mocking sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Ye Feng raised his right hand.

A pistol is pointed at Wu Jun—at the cell phone in his hand.

"Bang."

A soft sound, thanks to the silencer, the noise was not loud.

But the screen of Wu Jun's phone shattered instantly! Shards flew everywhere like sharp ice shards!

"what!"

Wu Jun cried out in surprise, instinctively letting go of his phone, which fell to the ground.

A shard of flying debris grazed his cheek, leaving a thin trail of blood from which warm droplets of blood seeped.

pain.

And even more chilling—fear.

He finally realized that these people in front of him didn't care who he was, his identity, or his background.

They came here for only one purpose—

Arrest him.

Qi Liang slowly walked up to Wu Jun and stopped.

He leaned slightly closer to Wu Jun's face, which was contorted with fear and anger.

His voice was soft, with a playful, cat-and-mouse tone.

"Young Master Wu..."

"You're awesome."

"The third young master of the capital, the future head of the Wu family, wielding immense power, isn't he?"

Wu Jun's lips trembled; he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Qi Liang's smile vanished abruptly, his eyes instantly turning as cold as ice.

"But do you know who we are?"

"us--"

His voice suddenly turned sharp, like a heavy hammer striking:

"Specializing in dealing with awesomeness!"

"You are suspected of treason, colluding with foreign terrorist organizations, and plotting to assassinate high-ranking military personnel. We are now conducting a military arrest!"

Each charge was like a heavy slap across Wu Jun's face!

His mind went blank with a "buzz"!

Treason? Terrorist organization? Murder?

They found out?! The phone was hacked?! No! Impossible! That's top-level encryption from the Cosmic Organization! They couldn't possibly…

Extreme panic, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around his heart, tightening its grip wildly!

"What is it...?"

Qi Liang straightened up, took a step back, and waved behind him:

"Take your time in the interrogation room and tell us."

Even if you don't want to speak...

The corners of his mouth curled into that cruel smile once more:

"I have plenty of ways to get you to talk."

Four training team members stepped forward.

Their eyes were cold, their movements were rough, and they showed no respect for "Young Master Wu".

One of them reached out and shoved Wu Jun hard on the shoulder!

"Walk!"

Wu Jun was pushed so hard he stumbled and almost fell!

He had never been treated like this before! Never had he been pushed and shoved so roughly!

Humiliation and panic overwhelmed him like a tidal wave!

He wanted to struggle, to scream, to bring up his family, his grandfather, and all his relationships!

But when he saw the dark, gaping muzzle of the gun in Qi Liang's hand, as if it might spew flames at any moment, and when he saw Ye Feng's lifeless, emotionless eyes—

All my courage crumbled in an instant.

He was like a stray dog ​​with its spine removed, his face ashen, being dragged towards the door by two team members, one on each side of him.

As I walked past Qi Liang.

Qi Liang tilted his head slightly and whispered in his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Young Master Wu..."

"I advise you not to get any wicked ideas."

"My gun..."

He patted the pistol at his waist, making a soft "click," the sound like a devil's whisper:

"I've been starving and thirsty for ages."

Wu Jun's body trembled violently. Could it be that they had really cracked the code...?