110: Chapter 110 Night Raid

Chapter 110: Night Raid

Dongdu Port, freight terminal.

Containers were piled up like mountains, crisscrossing like a maze, blocking the sight of outside peeping.

A fleet composed of four freight trucks slowly drove over in a low gear, seeming to want to keep a low profile.

Yet the roaring engine sound still wantonly broke this quiet and desolate atmosphere.

In the darkness, a flashlight beam swayed in the distance for a moment.

Following the direction guided by the light, the fleet drove into the alley formed by huge containers and moved slowly.

Turning past several corners consecutively, a brightly lit scene suddenly emerged ahead.

That was a very large warehouse, and at the entrance, a dozen strong men wearing black suits and headsets patrolled and walked back and forth.

After the fleet arrived at the destination, the truck doors were opened with a rattle, and then another batch of people jumped down.

These people held weapons like micro-submachine guns and light machine guns, all of which were fierce real firepower.

At a glance, it was known that they were not legitimate freight company escorts, but rather like a gang of vicious, ferocious bandits.

"The headquarters finally dares to send more people over, except without those two Protectors..."

Wu Shihao leaned against the window, overlooking the scenery below, and muttered to himself.

"Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken, having the two of us guarding here is enough!"

A slightly arrogant voice came from behind him.

I saw a young man wearing black tight clothes, holding a samurai sword with both hands, gesturing Moves against the air.

Although his action of waving the blade was slow, when the blade cut through the air, it still produced a piercing hum.

Sitting on the sofa next to him was a muscular strong man who looked like a bodybuilder, crossing his legs, drinking red wine, and sneering:

"I am quite looking forward to that hidden assassin of the Three Wolves Gang, hoping not to make me too disappointed..."

That calm and cozy appearance was as if he came here for a vacation.

Wu Shihao helplessly shook his head inwardly.

These two people were not his subordinates, but were sent by the headquarters to act as overseers, and their main responsibility was to ensure the safety of the goods.

That was those girls, and — — that experimental subject.

Thinking of this.

Wu Shihao could not help casting his gaze towards a large glass container resembling a coffin placed in the center of the room.

This was a private office located on the third floor of the warehouse.

Including the office area, reception room, and living quarters, not only were the facilities complete, but the defense was also very tight.

Wu Shihao had lived here for two days.

In addition to truly attaching importance to this cargo delivery task, he actually also held the thought of killing with a borrowed knife.

After all, letting the headquarters specially dispatch experts to hunt down an enemy for himself was not realistic.

But if this enemy had already threatened the gang's important task, the situation would be different.

Wu Shihao could completely and openly borrow the organization's power to solve a major problem in his heart for himself.

Knock, knock.

The office door knocked, and Wu Shihao's trusted subordinate, Longfa, subsequently pushed the door open and entered.

He walked quickly to Wu Shihao's side and whispered a few words.

"Understood."

After listening to the news reported by Longfa, Wu Shihao nodded and instructed:

"Let the lawyer help block it first, and I will find a suitable scapegoat to take the blame."

The matter the two discussed was precisely the subsequent chain reaction of the human organ trading black market being uprooted.

Now the police, under the name of suspected engagement in illegal organizational sex crimes, applied to temporarily seal up the Wushi Trading Company and search for related illegal evidence.

Wu Shihao was not panicked about this.

Similar things were not happening for the first time.

Those black industries were basically handed over entirely to subordinates to take charge of, while he only needed to extract profits.

As for the account books of fund transactions, there were even professional financial personnel to handle them cleanly for him.

Nowadays, it was a society ruled by law, and everything had to speak of evidence, and one could not falsely accuse empty-mouthed just based on a tainted witness's mouth.

It was just a pity that Madman Hui died too fast, otherwise there wouldn't be so much trouble.

At this moment, what Wu Shihao cared about most was still the specific whereabouts of that assassin.

Since Madman Hui's lair was killed through, the warehouse address must have already been grasped by the opponent.

Perhaps tonight, or perhaps tomorrow night, the opponent should sneak over here...

Thinking of this, Wu Shihao immediately walked to the desk.

Through several rows of closed-circuit television monitoring screens installed on the wall, he watched those most professional gunmen of the gang arrange guard positions in every corner of the warehouse.

After reviewing for a moment, Wu Shihao's heart couldn't help but feel much more settled.

As long as the firepower was fierce enough, he didn't believe anyone could be strong enough not to fear bullets, even wearing bulletproof vests would not work.

Of course — —

Guys who could resist bullets with their Physical Body, he had indeed seen with his own eyes.

But they did not belong to the scope of normal people!

Wu Shihao turned his head and cast his gaze toward the "monster" lying inside the glass container, muttering secretly:

"This experimental subject really grows more and more like a monster..."

...

In the cold night, Linggang District had buildings standing in great numbers and was colorful.

Dozens of stories high buildings stood among them, yet they were like an isolated island in the ocean.

At the edge of the rooftop.

Fang Cheng stood on the cement wall of the guardrail, looking into the distance of the port.

The high-altitude airflow mingled with a few drops of ice rain, rolling in howlingly, wetting his face and blowing his hair into a mess.

After a moment, he withdrew his observation line of sight.

He jumped back onto the rooftop and quickly took off his outer garment.

Then he took out a pitch-black combat uniform from his bag and changed into it.

Next, he inserted 7 magazines into the magazine pouches on his chest and waist respectively.

Finally, he inserted the butterfly knife onto the tactical belt.

Everything was properly outfitted, and the whole person seemed to completely blend into the darkness.

Only a pair of pupils hidden behind the goggles faintly flashed an unusual light.

The hunting operation was about to begin.

Fang Cheng threw the bag under the water tower that could shelter from the rain, spreading out a blueprint with both hands.

His gaze landed on the red-circled location with the three words "Power Distribution Room" written on it.

...

In the dark night, fine rain constantly drifted down, rustling endlessly.

Near the small door on the east side of the warehouse.

Three personnel holding rifles, as a group, patrolled back and forth.

"So cold, it's raining."

"The weather forecast says it might snow tonight too, nothing should happen, right?"

"Who knows, this kind of ghost weather is when we need to be even more on guard..."

The three looked outside the window, exhaling white gas from their mouths, and muttered softly.

Suddenly, with a "snap" sound, all the lights overhead went out.

From near to far around, a series of hesitant human voices immediately came over.

"What's going on? Power outage?"

The trio was also somewhat stunned.

Right at this moment, the headset suddenly emitted a buzzing sound, transmitting a panicked call:

"Someone is raiding, at the power distribution room next to the east door..."

Before the words were finished, as if suffering an attack, it stopped abruptly.

Listening to the residual current sound in the headset, the expressions of the trio all changed.

They hurriedly raised their guns, taking advantage of the faint light, and groped toward the reported incident location.

When they, who were closest, arrived at the east side door, they only saw two corpses lying in a pool of blood.

The surroundings were quiet, as if completely swallowed by darkness.

The trio couldn't help but jump in their hearts.

One of them quickly took out the spare high-power flashlight from his pocket and cautiously illuminated the surroundings in a circle.

Then he raised a foot and kicked open the door of the power distribution room.

Shining inside again, still no trace of the intruder was found.

At this time, footsteps and speech sounds successively sounded from behind.

It was other patrol groups rushing over upon hearing the news to support.

The trio breathed a sigh of relief slightly and continued to observe the surroundings vigilantly.

Seeing the half-open east side door a few meters away being creakily shaken by the wind, a few raindrops floated in.

When the line of sight moved down, the third companion's corpse was finally discovered.

It was precisely because it was blocked by the corpse's legs and feet that the door could not be completely closed.

"All units pay attention, all three brothers of group E10 have died, the target should have already sneaked into the warehouse."

The leader of the trio had just reported this news out through the headset.

Suddenly, he heard extremely faint gunshots ring out.

Swish, swish, swish.

Three bullets traced three trajectories, rapidly passing through the crack of the door.

The trio were shot in the center of their eyebrows one by one, successively falling backward.

In the dark and cold rainy night, a figure lay on the wet cement ground, as if completely integrated into the environment.

Whenever someone inside the door approached the power distribution room, the muzzle held in hand shot out a bullet, hitting the target's center of the eyebrow with extreme precision.

Half a minute later.

Without a single mistake, every single one hit!

Listening intently for a moment, he found no more footsteps approaching.

It seemed the patrol personnel had already realized the crux of the problem.

The figure wearing the pitch-black combat uniform flashed his eyes slightly.

Then, holding a pistol with a silencer, he climbed up like a civet cat, and darted into the crack of the door with exceptional agility.

Before long.

Inside the warehouse, fire burst forth one after another, and a burst of fried bean-like gunshots and exclamations rang out.

"Be careful, I see him, right here!"

In the pitch-black storehouse, several flashlight beams constantly swayed and waved.

Accidentally catching a glimpse of a black figure flashing past, a volley of bullets was immediately swept over.

Yet that figure slid along the ground like a gecko, instantly blending back into the darkness.

Following closely, several patrol personnel holding flashlights successively emitted muffled groans and screams.

Soon there was no sound left, leaving only several beams of light quietly shooting horizontally across the wall.

"Quickly turn off the flashlights!"

"Damn it, that guy's Marksmanship is ridiculously accurate!"

Seeing this, everyone else around hurriedly shouted, their trembling tones revealing a sense of terror.

In the blink of an eye, the warehouse almost completely fell into darkness.

But — —

The bullets from unknown sources could still accurately find their positions and hit the center of their eyebrows one by one.

Even those who hid under containers or wore bulletproof suits could hardly escape doom all the same.

One scream after another echoed in the empty storehouse, appearing unusually terrifying.

As if what they encountered at this moment was not a living person.

But a ghost without a body, without breathing or heartbeat, leaving them no room to fight back at all.

Soon, the patrol group near the east door was completely cleared out.

Corpses lay sprawlingly, blood gurgling out, turning into a sticky, foul-smelling lake.

The headset dropped on the ground transmitted bursts of anxious calling sounds.

Faint light shone in from outside the window.

A pitch-black figure emerged from the darkness, raised a foot to step over the corpses, and crushed the headset.

The face like an evil ghost's revealed no expression, but the pupils behind the goggles faintly flashed red light.

A piece of information emerged before his eyes.

[ Marksmanship Experience + 45 ]

Exhaling a cold puff of white gas from the mask's ventilation holes, Fang Cheng then raised his eyes to look not far away.

In the dark vision, the outline of a security fire door clearly presented itself.

That was a shortcut leading to the second floor of the warehouse.

Messy footsteps vaguely reached his ears, numbering around dozens of people, rushing over here to support.

Fang Cheng changed to a new magazine, then pulled out the butterfly knife from his belt.

Standing quietly in front of the door, like a lurking, waiting predator.

When the first figure pushed open the door, a flash of blade light shot, and fresh blood spurted.

Completing a throat-slit instantly, Fang Cheng pushed the body of the person who died from the knife stroke and charged straight inside.

The people following behind failed to react in time for a moment.

Some fell to the ground and were subsequently kicked to shatter their skulls or stepped on to crack their sternums.

Some opened fire in panic, but all hit their companions' bodies.

The scene immediately became a mess.

Relying on the terrain advantage, Fang Cheng simply went on a killing spree in this narrow stairwell.

First, a round of rapid pistol continuous shooting solved the armed attackers in the distance.

Then wielding close-combat skills, he continuously subdued multiple people.

Grappling, bone-breaking, wrestling, dagger stabbing and horizontal slashing, every Move never left vital parts like the throat and heart.

He was an Incarnation of an evil ghost in the darkness, taking the lives of a dozen people in the blink of an eye.

The patrol personnel who arrived last listened to the constant screams coming from the front, shining flashlights around randomly, completely unable to see the scenery clearly.

So hardening their hearts, they raised micro-submachine guns and ruthlessly swept with a volley of suppressed-recoil gunfire.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng used someone else's body as a shield, still bursting out with the sprint speed of a 100-meter world champion.

Instantly approaching the opponent, he stabbed through their heart with a single knife.

Then changing magazines, he continued to wait for a new round of slaughter.

The bulletproof effect of the combat uniform, the 30-point agility attribute, plus the skill special effects of Ghost Shooting, Eagle Eye Vision, and Shadow of the Blade.

Made Fang Cheng as comfortable as a fish in water in this environment.

In less than two minutes.

All the guards who rushed over were solved one by one.

Next, the opponent seemed to have received an order, and no one else rushed over to support.

Fang Cheng changed to a new magazine again and continued walking up along the stairs.

Creak — —

Pushing open the security door on the second floor, he glanced at the scene in the darkness and stepped inside.

With a "snap", several searchlights turned on overhead, appearing exceptionally dazzling and bright.

Almost simultaneously, a round of bullets swept over crazily, shooting out countless sparks.

The opponent actually set an ambush here, using light machine guns and submachine guns erected high on the containers to conduct firepower suppression.

However.

Fang Cheng had long since seen clearly where their positions were, made a pre-judgment in advance, and rolled to hide behind a container in a corner.

Seeing that the target never dared to show his head, those gunmen couldn't help but issue proud, clamoring sounds.

Yet the next second, a fire extinguisher was thrown into the air.

The moment it was shot to explode, dust scattered and rose, creating an effect similar to a smoke grenade.

Following closely, several searchlights were shattered by a round of precision shots.

The surroundings plunged back into darkness again.

Several machine gunners, slightly panicked, contacted each other through headsets.

Another group of gunmen equipped with tactical lights also scattered, searching for the target's figure.

In a place completely unexpected by everyone, a figure wearing a black combat uniform lightly leaped onto the top of a container like an ape.

Then slowly walking behind the gunman lying in front, he waved his blade to slit the throat, killing with a single Move.

Neatly and cleanly killing a machine gunner, Fang Cheng swept his gaze across other guarding and patrolling personnel in the darkness.

More footsteps could still be heard coming from around, and some even rushed over from other locations on the first floor.

Fang Cheng was not anxious to find Wen Xin or Wu Shihao.

He first had to solve these gang members one by one, batch by batch, right here.

Completely eliminating all hidden dangers!

...

Third-floor office.

After power was restored, several Red Tiger Gang leaders were watching the blurry monitoring footage in the dark night.

Wu Shihao cursed his subordinates as trash with a hoarse voice while directing gunmen via headset on how to hunt down that ghost-like assassin.

The two standing behind them opened their eyes wide, staring at the screen, revealing a sense of excitement.