108: Chapter 108 Emptying the Bullets

Chapter 108 Emptying Bullets

In a mere few seconds.

Within a timeframe where many people probably didn't even have time to react.

All six Gang members in the office were completely wiped out, leaving only the mastermind, Madman Hui.

No.

There was also a fat man hugging his head and lying on the ground, making whimpering cries.

This guy was also very lucky.

Just now, Madman Hui fired wildly in a flurry of gunshots, yet somehow failed to hit him at all.

"Big Brother..."

Madman Hui's palm was pinned down by a blade, his face breaking out in cold sweat from the pain as he kept gasping for breath.

Terror flickered in his eyes as he looked at the God of Slaughter walking over:

"You have the wrong person, I have no feud with you!"

Fang Cheng didn't waste words with him, stepping forward to grip the hilt and forcefully pulling out the blade.

Then, just as Madman Hui couldn't help crying out in pain, Fang Cheng abruptly snapped one of his fingers.

Still not stopping there, he raised the blade edge, ready to cut down again.

At this moment, Madman Hui finally broke down, crying out repeatedly with a sob:

"Wait, wait, I am willing to talk, I am willing to confess to anything!"

Seeing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Brother Hui, famous for being ruthless, actually turned out to be even inferior in backbone compared to the fat man and his underlings.

The fat man had at least managed to hold on until one of his fingers was cut off before completely giving up resistance.

A few minutes later.

Fang Cheng sat on the table, flicking the blade with his fingertips, his eyes revealing a cold chill.

According to Madman Hui's confession, Wen Xin was indeed captured by people he sent.

She was not locked up here, however, but was taken by his subordinate Ah-Yong and his men to Wu Shihao's place.

After all, they didn't have enough strength to fight against a master-level expert like Fang Cheng.

Wu Shihao's original intention was to set up a trap first, then spread word to lure Fang Cheng into walking right into it.

Who could have expected Fang Cheng's reaction to be so fast, trailing and chasing all the way here in less than two hours.

"Are you guys so sure that I would come?"

As Fang Cheng pondered this, he couldn't help feeling somewhat puzzled.

He had only stepped in to help the Wen mother and daughter once, beating away those punks.

Although there were subsequent interactions, in the eyes of outsiders, their relationship probably wasn't shown to be that close or important, right?

"We were just giving it a try; even if you didn't come, we wouldn't lose anything."

"Wen Huiyi was originally a Young Miss who escaped from Sang Biao's establishment, as for Wen Xin..."

"Wu Shihao received the Gang leader's order to prepare a batch of girls under the age of 12 to be transported to a certain secret base. We were short of people on our hands, so we could just use her to make up the numbers."

Hearing the doubt raised by the God of Slaughter, Madman Hui immediately and cautiously explained the ins and outs.

"Continue."

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly as he barked an order.

"Big Brother, can you let me stop the bleeding first?"

Clutching the bloody hole in his right palm, Madman Hui said with snot and tears streaming down:

"Whatever else you want to know, just ask. As long as I know about it, I will tell you."

Fang Cheng looked at him apathetically and continued his interrogation:

"Are there experts from the Red Tiger Gang protecting Wu Shihao?"

"There used to be, but it seems there aren't any now."

"What about that expert who killed the leader of the Three Wolves Gang?"

"That one was dispatched from the main hall, and seemed to have been injured that night as well, returning immediately after completing the mission."

"When exactly will those girls be transported away?"

"I'm not clear on that, but according to Wu Shihao's plan, there should still be a few days."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, a clear outline of the whole incident roughly forming in his mind.

Seeing that the God of Slaughter seemingly had no further questions, Madman Hui hurriedly continued to plead for mercy:

"I really have told you everything. If you are willing to let me go, I can give you a lot, a lot of money."

"Also, I am willing to be a state witness. Let's team up to take down that bastard Wu Shihao!"

At this time, a weak voice sounded.

"Brother Hui, I'm sorry, but I've already applied in advance to be a state witness, preparing to redeem myself with meritorious service."

The fat man who had previously feigned death crawled up and raised his hand with an honest expression.

"You..."

Madman Hui couldn't help glaring angrily.

Fang Cheng ignored him and instead said to the fat man:

"I'll give you a task: watch him. If he escapes, your life will pay for it."

"Yes, sir."

Hearing this, the fat man was startled. He immediately picked up a dagger from the ground, held it against Madman Hui's neck, and threatened him:

"You better not move around randomly, my hand will shake, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will slice open a gash in your blood vessels..."

Fang Cheng reached out and took Madman Hui's revolver into his hand.

Opening the cylinder to check, there were still 4 bullets left.

Thus, he stepped forward and walked toward the office door.

Twisting the door lock, he pulled open the thickened bulletproof door.

At this moment, two bulky bodyguards were pressed against the door, pricking up their ears to listen.

They seemed to faintly sense some movement, but dared not confirm it.

After the door was opened, they nearly lost their balance and tumbled inside.

Before they could see clearly the pool of blood and corpses on the ground, a pair of hands suddenly reached out, grabbed both of their heads, and smashed them violently together.

Both of their skulls fractured instantly as they passed out and collapsed to the ground.

At the other end of the corridor.

Seeing this scene, the four gatekeeping gunmen panicked, stood up in a hurry, raised their guns, and shouted.

Without a word, Fang Cheng raised his revolver.

Bang, bang, bang, bang. Four shots were fired in quick succession, instantly killing all four men.

[Marksmanship Experience + 40]

A notification message flashed across his eyes.

Sweeping his gaze over the bullet wounds on the four corpses, Fang Cheng couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

After switching guns, both the trajectory and the feel were slightly unfamiliar.

Unexpectedly, only two hit the center of the eyebrows, while the hit locations for the other two were obviously off by quite a bit.

Putting away this idle thought, Fang Cheng then strode over to the operating room whose indicator light had already jumped to red.

With a fierce kick, he lifted his leg and smashed open the door.

Inside, two doctors in green gowns were putting on gloves, seemingly preparing to perform surgery.

Seeing Fang Cheng pointing a gun at them, they were frightened into raising their hands high up.

"The surgical subject has changed. Bring the anesthetics and come with me."

Fang Cheng glanced at the still-unconscious girl on the operating table and issued a command to the two doctors.

Before long.

Madman Hui was sent onto the operating table to begin a heart transplant surgery.

His body was under local anesthesia, but his consciousness remained partially awake, his face filled with an expression of sheer terror.

Wanting to open his mouth to cry for help, his mouth was tightly sealed with adhesive tape, allowing only muffled groans to escape.

While pointing his gun at the operating room, Fang Cheng dialed a phone call:

"Uncle Zhou, it's me, A-Cheng."

"I discovered an underground human organs trading market. A shootout just happened here, and there are still many abducted children locked up inside."

"Right, come over as soon as possible. The address is..."

Check it out without any mistakes, first release, internal content!

After finishing the call, he turned to look at the uneasy-looking fat man.

"Later when the police arrive, you know what to say and what to do, right?"

"Just say it's a vendetta between Gangs, related to Wu Shihao..."

The fat man cautiously repeated the confession once.

Twenty minutes later.

With his bag on his back and a face mask on, Fang Cheng ducked out of the secret door with his head lowered, as if nothing had happened.

Then he walked through the peaceful administrative area of the medical institution outside and headed toward the elevator lobby.

While waiting for the elevator, he quickly ran through the events that had happened earlier in his mind, confirming that there were no oversights at the scene.

Especially the recent surveillance footage in Madman Hui's office, which had already been destroyed.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, and a group of men wearing jackets squeezed closely together walked out.

"This mission was completed quite smoothly, Brother Hao is truly generous!"

"Jiyanzai, A-Xiang, Beast, the three of you have made a contribution..."

These people discussed in low voices with expressions of joy on their faces.

One of the bearded men was especially beaming with joy, his voice quite loud, appearing to be the leader.

Hearing the content of their conversation, Fang Cheng's brows twitched slightly.

Suddenly turning around, he tentatively shouted at those people:

"Brother Yong?"

Hearing this, the bearded man also turned to look at him, opening his mouth as if to ask something.

Greeting him, however, were a pitch-black muzzle and scorching hot bullets.

Xiu, xiu, xiu, xiu—

The silenced pistol fired ten consecutive shots, instantly emptying the magazine.

Leaving behind a patch of white smoke and a floor littered with corpses lying horizontally and vertically.

Then, the elevator descended rapidly.

Woo-woo— Woo-woo—

The harsh wailing of police sirens came from far to near, piercing through this chaotic and deep night.

Fang Cheng walked out of the restless and excited night club with his hands in his pockets.

Afterward, with his head lowered, he brushed past the criminal police officers rushing over in a sprint.

On the street, onlookers who came to watch the commotion gradually gathered.

Fang Cheng tightened his grip on the somewhat heavy messenger bag and quickly squeezed into the crowd, leaving the place.

After getting a little farther away, he gently let out a breath.

Lifting his head, he looked at the dimming lights of the distant city night view.

Recalling the successive battles that had occurred earlier.

A light blue light screen slowly emerged in the cold air.

Strips of information and lines of data flowed past his eyes like a waterfall.

[Blade Technique Experience + 5]

[Blade Technique Experience + 90]

[Sanda Experience + 10]

[Blade Technique Experience + 25]

[Marksmanship Experience + 40]

[Marksmanship Experience + 60]

Looking at these experience values, Fang Cheng couldn't help being slightly dazed.

It felt as though everything that happened before was merely a scene from some underworld urban game.

Although the killing intent in his heart was slightly released, the flames in his eyes burned even more fiercely, faintly shimmering with a red glow.

Matters did not end here!

According to Madman Hui's confession, in order to ensure that the task entrusted by the Red Tiger Gang leader went off without a hitch, Wu Shihao had been staying at a warehouse near the port these past few days.

Wen Xin, following Wu Shihao's instructions, was likewise sent by Ah-Yong and the others to that warehouse, locked up together with the other girls.

Since that place was of vital importance and personally guarded by Wu Shihao, the security was bound to be very strict, and the equipped firepower wouldn't be lacking either.

Charging in directly and rashly like that definitely wouldn't work.

Fang Cheng pondered countermeasures while patting the stiff messenger bag on his body.

Hidden inside the bag were several firearms and ammunition captured earlier.

If Madman Hui guessed correctly, Wu Shihao should be staying there for a few days.

Then, there was obviously still plenty of time now to make some preparations.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately went to a street ATM, withdrew the maximum limit of twenty thousand yuan in cash, and stuffed it into his bag.

Then he took off his face mask, stood by the roadside, and waved at a passing taxi.

"Going to Xishan?"

After hearing Fang Cheng state the destination, the driver immediately shook his head repeatedly:

"So late, too far, not going, not going."

Saying this, he glanced at Fang Cheng, his eyes showing a hint of worry.

Public security was not good nowadays; just a while ago, the television reported a piece of news where someone lured a taxi driver to the remote wilderness, robbed and killed him.

Even though this young man looked cultured and handsome.

But knowing a person's face doesn't mean knowing their heart—who knew if he might be a hidden serial killer.

"Trouble you, Master, I have some urgent business that requires me to go over there."

Fang Cheng pulled four hundred yuan out of his wallet and handed it to the driver.

Looking at the bright banknotes, the driver's eyes couldn't help lighting up.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded in agreement:

"Sigh, seeing that you speak so politely, alright then, helping others is the root of happiness."