134: Chapter 134 Long Jump Record

Chapter 134: Long Jump Record

Late at night, the fishing port.

The rising tide lapped against the shore and the hull, making faint "splash", "splash" sounds.

Inside the dimly lit cabin, a figure walked back and forth, busy non-stop.

After about ten minutes.

Fang Cheng straightened up from a crouching position, lowering his head to gaze at the fruits of his busy labor.

Right now in the cockpit, three corpses intertwined together, striking different death poses and attacking actions.

Wang Zongwu held a sharp fish-slaughtering knife in his hand, stabbing it into the boat owner's chest.

The boat owner brandished an iron rod with both hands, first smashing Wang Zongwen's right hand, then hitting his head.

Wang Zongwen's desperately fired speargun, due to a mistake, pierced into Wang Zongwu's abdomen, sinking in several inches.

Blood slowly flowed on the deck, vividly presenting a scene of a tragic accident caused by uneven distribution of stolen goods.

Having finished falsifying the scene, Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, continuing to use "Scavengers Eye" to check once more for any missed details.

[Cleaning Experience + 6]

After getting confirmation from the panel, he let out a light sigh, looking at the two victims, and said in a low voice:

"Sorry, if you guys are willing to cooperate honestly, I wouldn't want to kill either..."

Of course, this was just some rhetoric to comfort the deceased.

In fact, upon hearing that the other party knew Chen Chen, and that the organization behind them was deeply entangled with him, Fang Cheng had already developed the intent to kill.

It's just that he didn't know how to drive a boat, nor did he want to go into the water and swim ashore, wetting the clothes and pants he had painstakingly dried.

Therefore, he chose to silence them when the fishing boat docked, solving future troubles.

After reviewing his masterpiece, Fang Cheng then looked at the travel bag brought by the Wang brothers.

He had checked it roughly just now; inside were all sorts of miscellaneous tools for committing crimes, and there weren't many valuable things.

The most worthy of attention was that tranquilizer gun, and a large box of syringe bullets filled with potent anesthetics.

Also, those two unopened dynamite packs might come in handy.

After thinking about it, Fang Cheng threw the useless things out the window, tossing them all into the sea.

Lighten the load, and cleanup is complete.

The gaze finally fell on the half-man, half-fish monster still in a coma.

How should he deal with this damn thing?

To kill or release, or to utilize it?

Fang Cheng hesitated a bit.

Considering he was currently in a foggy environment, after weighing it for a moment, he made a decision.

Taking out the tranquilizer gun again, he fired two consecutive shots at the monster's body to further increase the drug effect, and left it untouched on the deck.

After finishing all this, Fang Cheng picked up the travel bag, stepped both feet onto the slightly swaying ship railing, and looked towards the pier.

Because when he chose to act, the fishing boat had not yet had time to drop anchor and tie ropes, and afterwards, it slowly drifted away with the undulating waves.

Right now, the position was surprisingly a span of more than 10 meters away from the shore.

To be honest, Fang Cheng had never tried to jump such a long distance before.

You must know that the world record for a normal person's standing long jump seemed to be just a little over 3.7 meters.

As for the world record for a running long jump.

Although it was nearly 9 meters away, it required dozens of meters of runway to increase the inertial speed before taking off, thereby increasing the final long jump score.

Where would there be such conditions for him now, let alone carrying a load on his body.

Looked at this way, it was indeed full of challenges.

However, Fang Cheng did not shrink back.

After a brief consideration, he chose to carry the travel bag on his shoulders and retreated a few steps.

Then he stared fixedly at the cement pier on the dock, his muscles tensing like a tightly wound string, silently gathering momentum.

Suddenly, the soles of his feet stomped hard on the deck, bursting out with all the power of his thigh muscles, and his entire body rushed forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

In just two steps, he crossed the three-meter deck distance and was about to crash into the ship railing.

Just at this moment, Fang Cheng fiercely twisted his waist and thrust his hips, swinging his arms, soaring into the air like a big bird.

Then, utilizing the horizontal inertial speed, he crossed the railing, leaped over the undulating sea surface, and glided a long parabola in the air.

With a "clack" sound, his figure landed on the pier like a cannonball.

His feet stood firmly in a horse-stance posture, his shoulders only shaking slightly, and he did not stumble forward and fall.

"Whoa, I didn't expect it to be quite easy."

Fang Cheng straightened his back and let out a breath.

Turning his head to look behind him, there was actually a generous amount of space left between him and the shore.

Solely by visual estimation, this jump must be at least over 15 meters, right?

Sure enough, people must have the courage to try and challenge themselves.

Otherwise, they would never know how strong they could actually be.

The sea breeze mixed with a faint salty taste blew away the slight bloody smell on his body.

Fang Cheng put down the travel bag he had been carrying on his shoulder and looked up at the street ahead.

The entire fishing port town was shrouded in a layer of night, leaving only a few sparse streetlights flickering slightly in the dark.

Right now was the quietest moment, and occasionally a few barks came from afar, which instead made the surroundings even more silent.

It seemed that besides things roaming at night, everything else had fallen asleep.

Fang Cheng did not delay, immediately picking up the travel bag, and rushed back at a running speed toward the training camp base several kilometers away.

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The dead of night.

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Inside the bathroom, a sound of rushing water came out.

The light passed through the glass door, casting a slightly blurry figure.

A moment later, the sound of water stopped.

Fang Cheng pushed open the door, rubbing his hair with a towel, and walked out of the bathroom.

Having just taken a shower and thoroughly cleaned himself from head to toe, he finally got rid of the salty sea smell and some kind of special fishy smell emanating from his body.

At this moment, Pan Wendi was still curled up under the covers, snoring soundly in deep sleep.

Fang Cheng dropped the towel, took out his phone from the shoulder bag placed at the head of the bed, and glanced at the displayed time.

3:45.

Then he raised his head, gazing intently at the still pitch-black town down the mountain.

In another hour or two, fishermen would get up early to go to the pier to work, or boats fishing out at sea late at night would return to port.

By then, it must be very lively.

Lying on the bed, Fang Cheng pillowing his head with both arms, his thoughts fluttering, completely without sleepiness.

Tonight's adventurous tracking yielded quite a bit of intelligence.

First, there was a rough assessment of the strength tier of the monster named "Jiaoren".

The situation under the water was temporarily unknown.

At least on land, judging by the speed and power of those monsters, they posed no danger to him at all.

Of course, this was only considered based on the level demonstrated by the Jiaoren fighting the Wang brothers.

If there were stronger ones with special abilities, "elite monsters", it would be hard to say.

Secondly, it was harvesting unexpected important intelligence.

The mysterious force behind the Red Tiger Gang initially unveiled its hidden veil, revealing the tip of the iceberg.

This organization named "Noah" was like a shadow hanging over Fang Cheng's head, lingering constantly.

Judging from the currently collected intelligence, the organization's strength was very formidable, with many experts, and they even had a stronghold on Yongan Island.

Moreover, they had a very high-level scientific research level in biomedicine, having created a batch of freaks whose physical fitness exceeded ordinary people through human experiments.

Even combat personnel with awakened special abilities like Wang Zongwu could only be considered middle-lower tier cadres.

Recalling the previous combat scene burned by flames, Fang Cheng took a deep breath.

If it weren't for accidentally Awakening a certain special ability tonight, as a landlubber, he would never have ventured into the sea to actively contact those monsters and hunters.

Thinking of this, his eyes flickered slightly, and he opened the panel.

First, he skipped a prompt message about skill experience growth.

[Sanda Experience + 35]

Then he switched to the talent tab, his gaze sweeping across the first two talents in turn.

[Beauty (Green - Excellent)]

[Omniscient Language (Purple - Epic)]

Finally.

His gaze fell on a "new talent" emitting a deep blue light.

[Water Breathing (Blue - Superior)]