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

As dawn approached, New York-Presbyterian Hospital was anything but peaceful.

The VIP floor was completely sealed off, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

When Robert Roth learned that his father had narrowly escaped being murdered again, he was not only furious but also terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

He immediately ordered the temporary isolation and investigation of all medical staff who may have had contact with Marcus or had access to the ward's medicine cart, regardless of their rank.

This move caused considerable panic and resentment within the hospital, but it had to be done for absolute safety.

Ling Ye briefly rested in the lounge, regaining some of his energy. His face was still pale, but the cold light in his eyes was even stronger.

Lin Que remotely controlled the system, frantically filtering massive amounts of data.

"Boss, we checked all the women who had access to that floor and who were near the medicine cart in the last three hours. There were 47 of them."

Lin Que speaks very quickly:

"Based on the initial surveillance footage, those with clear alibis and normal movement patterns have been ruled out, leaving nine targets for further screening. However... no obviously suspicious behavior has been found."

"What about your background? Financial situation? Communication records?" Ling Ye asked.

"Deep mining in progress using multiple threads! This will take time!"

Lin Que replied:

"The other side, 'Night Wolf,' is more cautious than 'Carrier Pigeon.' The code name provided by Marcus is likely just a decoy for one-way communication. 'Night Wolf' may not even be on the list of medical personnel, but is disguised under another identity, or has completed the poison substitution in an extremely secretive way."

Ling Ye remained silent. He agreed with Lin Que's assessment.

To be able to seize the opportunity so precisely, to complete the poisoning in a very short time after Marcus gave the signal, and to leave almost no trace, this "Night Wolf" is definitely a master.

She may have already placed the poison somewhere in advance, just waiting for the command to activate it, or she may have taken advantage of a surveillance blind spot or time difference that everyone overlooked.

"Continue the investigation, don't overlook any clues. Meanwhile, keep a close watch on the suicide drop point Marcus provided," Ling Ye ordered. "If 'Pluto' learns the plan has failed, they might try to contact or eliminate 'Night Wolf'."

"Understood! The trap is set, just waiting for the bird to fall into it!" Lin Que replied.

The tense atmosphere inside the hospital inevitably spread to the Luo family.

At the next core family meeting, doubts and anxieties were even more pronounced.

"Robert, this can't go on!"

Melissa Roche was the first to speak out, her well-maintained face showing her displeasure:

"Making the hospital a scene of panic, and making all the medical staff suspicious? This will affect my father's normal treatment! And if word gets out, where will our Luo family's reputation be?"

"Is saving face more important than my father's life?!"

Robert slammed his hand on the table, his eyes bloodshot:

"Melissa, are you questioning my decision? Or are you afraid you'll find out something?"

His sharp gaze swept over everyone present.

Edgar Roche calmly tried to smooth things over:

"Robert, calm down. Melissa didn't mean it that way. She just felt the approach could be more... gentler. Making such a big fuss is likely to alert the enemy and make the real mole more vigilant."

"Easing?" Robert sneered.

"If it weren't for Mr. Ling, my father would have been dead twice already! Until the mastermind behind this is exposed, no amount of caution is too much!"

All eyes turned once again to Ling Ye, who had been listening in silence.

His existence is a huge question mark and a source of pressure for some family members.

"Mr. Ling, we are very grateful for everything you have done."

Charles Rowe, an uncle in charge of the family's real estate business, spoke first, his tone seemingly polite but tinged with scrutiny:

"But you are, after all, an outsider."

"Isn't it a bit... inappropriate for them to be so deeply involved in our family's internal affairs, even directing security and investigations?"

"Your identity and purpose have always made us somewhat...uneasy about being completely at ease."

These words expressed the sentiments of some people.

The stronger Ling Ye's abilities and the more mysterious his methods, the more uneasy and wary these core members of the families, who were used to controlling everything, felt.

Anna immediately stood up, her pretty face flushed with anger:

"Uncle Charles! Ling Ye is our benefactor! He had no ulterior motives; he just wanted to protect Grandpa and us!"

"If it weren't for him, we'd already be preparing for Grandpa's funeral! How can you question him like that?!"

Ling Ye raised his hand and gently placed it on Anna's shoulder, signaling her to calm down.

He slowly raised his head, his sinister eyes sweeping over Charles, Melissa, and the others who looked doubtful. A half-smile curled at the corner of his mouth, exuding a lazy yet chilling sense of oppression.

"Everyone," his voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"I have absolutely no interest in your family affairs, wealth, or power. I'm staying here for two reasons: first, I have a past relationship with Mr. Ronnie; second..."

He paused, his gaze falling on Anna, who was trembling slightly with excitement. His tone softened slightly, but it still carried an undeniable firmness: "Anna wants me to stay."

He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and strolled to the window, looking at the city gradually awakening outside.

"As for my identity," he said, his back to the crowd, his voice calm yet carrying a chilling power:

"You don't need to know. You just need to know that I can find moles you can't find, and I can do things you can't do. If my existence makes you uneasy..."

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone present like a cold blade:

"It's very simple. Anyone who thinks I'm in their way can leave this room, or even leave New York. Otherwise, they'd better cooperate until the crisis is over."

A powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire conference room.

No one dared to voice their doubts anymore.

It seemed that only now did they truly realize that this young man was not someone they could manipulate at will, but a beast that had temporarily restrained its claws.

Robert took a deep breath and said firmly:

"Mr. Ling is our most honored guest and benefactor. All his decisions represent my will! Anyone who objects is an enemy of Robert Roth!"

The meeting ended in an unpleasant atmosphere.

The rift within the family is gradually widening due to external pressures and the presence of Ling Ye, an uncertain factor.

Ling Ye paid no attention to these suspicions. His goal remained clear: to find "Pluto" and ensure Anna and Ronnie's safety.

As evening approached, there was finally new progress on Lin Que's side.

"Boss! There's movement at that deadly shooting spot Marcus mentioned!"

Lin Que's voice was filled with excitement:

"Someone went there! It was a guy disguised as a homeless person who took a small note! Our people took a clear photo remotely and have already done facial recognition!"

"Identity?" "Jason Morris, a petty thug with a criminal record for theft and fraud, not affiliated with any known organization, a typical low-level employee who does things for money."

Lin Que quickly reported:

"After taking the note, he went to a public library in the Bronx, logged into a free encrypted email service on one of the computers there, and sent the code on the note! The recipient's email address was a one-time account that had been registered less than an hour ago!"

"Is it possible to track the recipient's location?"

"The other side used the Tor network, with countless jumpers, and their location was very well hidden. But!"

Lin Que changed her tone:

"That punk Jason received a phone call after leaving the library!"

"Although the number was virtual, I was able to roughly pinpoint the location of the person who called me by analyzing the fluctuations in the library's Wi-Fi network and using triangulation of cell tower signals."

"It's in a luxury apartment building on the Upper West Side, near Central Park!"

"Send me the address." Ling Ye's eyes sharpened.

"It's already been sent to your phone! The registered owner is a retired piano teacher, who seems completely innocent. But the signal source is pinpointed to that specific household very precisely!"

"Monitor all the entrances and exits of that building. I'll be right there." Ling Ye stood up.

"Boss, be careful, it might be a trap! 'Pluto' is so cunning, it might deliberately expose an insignificant pawn or set a trap," Lin Que warned.

"I know," Ling Ye said calmly, "but this is the only clue right now. Even if it's a trap, we have to step on it to find out where the hunter is hiding."

He glanced in the direction of Anna's ward, whispered a few words to the head of the bodyguards at the door, and then disappeared into the stairwell, once again blending into the New York night.

Is the apartment building on the Upper West Side hiding another person codenamed "Night Wolf," or the mysterious "Pluto" himself?

The identities of hunter and prey have once again become blurred.

Ling Ye knew that he was getting closer and closer to the eye of the storm.

And the enemy at the eye of the storm must have already laid a trap.