208: Chapter 208 Dark Night Murder

Chapter 208: Murderous Intent in the Dark Night

The garbage processing plant in the middle of the night was like a ruin forgotten by the city.

In the distance, the streetlights flickered with a dim yellow light under the haze, barely outlining the contours of the mountain-like piles of garbage all around.

Everything was dead silent, with only a few plastic bags trembling in the wind, chasing and colliding with each other, making a "rustling" sound.

Whoosh——

Suddenly, a gust of fierce wind swept across the ground, and the plastic bags instantly flew up.

Resembling a flock of frightened black bats, they danced wildly in the air.

At the same time, a figure appeared like a black lightning bolt, swiftly shuttling through the empty and dilapidated factory area under the cover of the night.

In just a few bounds, he rapidly flashed to the corner of the factory's office building wall.

Borrowing the faint light, it was faintly visible that the newcomer was wearing a set of black tight-fitting combat uniform.

The clothes looked a bit small, tightly fitting his robust body and outlining exceptionally obvious muscle lines.

It seemed to contain endless explosive power, ready to burst through the thin fabric at any moment.

His head wore a black tactical mask, resembling a pitch-black, ferocious ghost face, emitting two dim lights in the dark.

Behind the goggles, a pair of eagle-sharp eyes scanned the surrounding scenery vigilantly.

Wherever his gaze reached, it seemed capable of insight into all hidden dangers, not letting go of any corner that might conceal a threat.

The cold wind of the deep night became increasingly rampant, and the plastic bags danced wildly across the sky, as if wanting to completely tear apart this silent atmosphere.

Yet the mysterious figure remained completely unmoved, simply standing quietly against the wall, merging into one with the gloomy surrounding environment.

The dark night was like a huge black curtain, wrapping up the entire factory area tightly.

Only the top of the garbage processing workshop faintly revealed a weak light.

That bean-sized halo flickered strugglefully in the ink-thick night, as if pointing the way, yet also seeming to tempt intruders to step into unknown dangerous grounds.

"It should be right here..."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, whispering inwardly.

Afterwards, he bent down and quickly groped toward the connection between the workshop and the office building.

Like a nocturnal cheetah, his posture was robust, his footsteps light, and every step that fell was completely silent.

Through previous observation, there should be a special passage here that could enter the workshop.

Arriving at the target location, he squatted in the dark corner of the wall and looked up.

He saw that directly above his head, at about the fifth-floor position, there was a suspended corridor constructed of iron plates, connecting the workshop and the office building.

At the entrance on the workshop side, two figures loomed vaguely, and slight voices were transmitted over.

Their bodies leaned crookedly, wielding machetes in their hands, smoking to refresh themselves while conversing in low voices.

They vaguely complained about having to guard outside and blow in the wind on a freezing winter night, and then began telling some dirty jokes.

Fang Cheng pricked up his ears, listened for a moment, and turned to observe the surroundings for ways to climb up.

The condition of the wall that met his eyes was far from optimistic.

This side of the floor did not have windows opened, hence there were fundamentally no support points like windowsills that could allow the body to gain leverage.

Furthermore, due to being in disrepair for years, accumulated water wound down along the wall surface, leaving large patches of wet water marks, covered everywhere with moss and black grime.

When touched by hand, the slippery texture was like a layer of lubricant had been smeared on it, and a moment of carelessness could cause someone to slip down.

Yet Fang Cheng's expression was as usual, his gaze scanning every inch of the wall.

Then he sprang up with a bound, his hands like steel hooks accurately landing on an exposed brick wall about three meters high, his fingers digging hard into the narrow crevices.

At the same time, the tips of his shoes gently pressed against the wall surface, trying to keep the range of movement tiny so as not to create too large a commotion.

After a slight pause, his waist and abdomen exerted fierce force, and his entire body leaped upward again, like an agile ape, drawing a robust arc in the air to grab another tiny protrusion on the wall that could be used for leverage.

Just like that, relying on his powerful finger strength, he climbed upward bit by bit, completely silently.

As the cold wind whistled past, the figure hidden in the dark continuously rose along the wall, already approaching that connecting corridor located on the fifth floor.

At this moment, those two burly men guarding the doorway still remained completely unaware, still chatting among themselves about dirty jokes.

Their faces piled with lewd smiles, the smoke spewing from their mouths rose and lingered in the dark, blurring their features.

Perhaps thinking that their current location, perched high above the fifth floor, was as secure as a fortress.

Thus they only stared at the direction of the opposite office building, never expecting that someone would climb up along the wall, hiding like a phantom right beneath their feet.

A cold flash crossed Fang Cheng's eyes. Seizing the right timing, he gave a fierce flip and lightly leaped onto the connecting corridor.

As soon as his feet landed, his entire person was like a tightly wound spring, leaning forward to sprint, his hands striking out rapidly.

Before the two burly men could snap out of their laughter, his palms had already covered their mouths, instantly strangling their shouts in their throats.

Following closely, his ten fingers like hooks fell in smoothly, locking onto the vital points of their throats.

Only two soft "crack" sounds were heard, and the whimpering sounds seemed swallowed by the darkness, disappearing completely.

In an instant, the bodies of the two felt as if their spines had been drawn out, instantly going limp.

From flipping up onto the connecting corridor to snapping the necks of the two, the entire process did not stir up the slightest ripple.

Fang Cheng's gaze was cold, his actions extremely proficient, and every bit of force was grasped just right, like a precision-running killing machine.

Having smoothly eliminated the hidden sentries, he gently laid the two corpses down on the ground.

When Fang Cheng raised his head, his peripheral vision caught sight of the surveillance camera installed on the opposite office building.

That lens was like a prying single eye, flickering with a faint red light in the dark, accurately recording the scene of slaughter here.

Fang Cheng did not hesitate in the least, immediately pulling out a black pistol equipped with a silencer from his tactical belt.

With a muffled "poof" sound, the surveillance camera high up on the wall was instantly shattered, turning into a pile of useless fragments.

Then, Fang Cheng's figure flashed, swiftly drilling into the workshop and blending into the darkness.

Only the two corpses on the ground and the lingering bloody aura in the air proved that someone had been here, completing a silent hunt.

And at this moment, the pitch-black workshop was also like a Vicious Beast waiting to devour people, quietly waiting for the intruder.

...

In the surveillance room hidden somewhere in the factory area, there was no lighting.

In the dark, rows of closed-circuit television screens exuded a gloomy, cold micro-light, displaying images of every corner of the workshop.

Suddenly, two of the screens flickered violently one after another.

Then, with two continuous sounds of "pop" and "pop", they all turned into static screens, evidently destroyed by external force.

Two people, one sitting and one standing, looked toward the failed surveillance screens.

Youying reacted extremely fast; the moment the second surveillance camera was destroyed, his slender and knuckly fingers grabbed a walkie-talkie, brought it close to his mouth, and issued instructions:

"Everyone attention, the target has entered the net, appearing in Area C of the fifth floor. According to the movement trajectory, he is expected to head to Area B or Area D."

"Team One guard the hostages; if there is any abnormality, execute them together with the hostages. Team Two and Team Three take the fifth-floor stairs as the center, divide into groups to launch a dragnet search, and are responsible for catching the mouse!"

Every word of this combat instruction was wrapped in bone-chilling Killing Intent.

Having said that, Youying raised his head slightly, a slightly proud expression emerging on his face.

"This team under my command once participated in the International Falcon Military Competition under the name of a private security company and won first place. In terms of strength, every single one of them is the elite among elites, not comparable to those Gang members. No person can easily repel such an omnidirectional pincer attack."

Out of trust in his subordinates' abilities, he seemed to have already seen the picture of the target capturing himself without a fight or being shot dead.

The Hooded Man stood to the side, his gaze cold and stern, nodding slightly in agreement:

"I really want to see what special abilities this legendary murderous maniac has, daring to provoke our Noah Organization."

His voice was hoarse, likewise leaking a bit of ruthlessness, echoing in the silent surveillance room.

As a series of "understood" reply sounds came from the walkie-talkie, a cat-and-mouse game officially kicked off in the factory area shrouded by this dark night.

Inside the workshop, pipelines and equipment were intricate and complex, and shadows piled heavily upon each other, resembling natural traps one after another.

In the corridor, footsteps trod on the concrete ground and steel frame structures, the sound echoing endlessly, making the atmosphere increasingly tense.

Without a single error, first release, internal content, check one by one!

Cameras with infrared night vision capabilities, like sleepless eyes, clearly presented every corner of the factory building.

The scenery in the image presented a bizarre and cold hue.

Beneath this seemingly calm facade, unpredictable dangers were actually hidden.

Like that brief tranquility before the storm arrived, it made people's hearts creep.

Youying and the Hooded Man concentrated on observing every piece of surveillance footage.

Their gazes were so sharp they seemed able to pierce through the screen, capturing every move of the intruder.

Only after experiencing the unusual commotion during the previous intrusion, that mysterious figure seemed to have completely melted into the darkness, as if vanished entirely.

Rows of closed-circuit television screens flickered with dim light, leaving on the screen only empty corridors, silent workshops, team members patrolling and searching one by one, and those Gang members.

Yet the intruder's trace was never seen.

On one of the TV screens, three fully equipped team members wearing infrared night vision goggles were cautiously advancing along the corridor.

Their paces were compact, holding assault rifles with both hands, maintaining a combat posture at all times, their eyes wandering around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a phantom-like black shadow flashed behind them.

I saw that black shadow, at a speed that almost made people unable to react, suddenly dash out from the shadow beside, extending an arm like an iron clamp to grab the shoulder of the last team member in the formation.

Before that team member could make any sound, the black shadow gave a hard yank, dragging his entire person into the darkness with clean and neat movements, without producing the slightest extra sound.

Meanwhile, the two elite team members walking in front were completely unaware of this, maintaining their original pace and continuing to walk forward, completely oblivious that the team had one less person.

Youying, whose gaze timely captured this scene, had his face twitch instantly, and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie to shout:

"Everyone attention, the last team member of Group Six in Corridor No. 2 of Area B has lost contact. The target is hidden right here; other groups orderly close the net towards this side."

The command voice quickly spread out through the walkie-talkie, and the pursuer team members distributed throughout the entire workshop all received the message.

Hearing this, those two team members at the scene also immediately turned around, their nerves instantly tightening.

Their gazes swept around, finally fixing on an equipment operation cabinet placed in the corner.

The light here was the weakest, and the outline of the operation cabinet appeared exceptionally blurry in the dark, as if hiding certain secrets.

The two of them then cooperated with each other in a well-trained manner, gradually approaching.

One person quickly raised his gun to aim, the pitch-black muzzle aimed at the operation cabinet, his finger tightly hooked on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

The other person cautiously stepped forward, his footsteps light and slow, every step seeming to tread on the rhythm of his own heartbeat.

He reached out his hand, slowly grasping the door handle of the operation cabinet, sweat slightly seeping from his palms.

With a "clack" sound, the cabinet door was opened, and it was empty inside.

There were only some messy wires, as well as old tools and sundries.

"Not here?"

The team member who stepped forward to check said softly, his voice carrying a trace of doubt and unease.

Youying and the Hooded Man in front of the screen likewise saw this situation.

The two of them couldn't help muttering softly, an ominous premonition surging in their hearts.

Could it be that their judgment had a serious error, and the shadow they saw just now was merely due to dizzy eyes?

Just at this moment, Youying's pupils constricted, and he shouted eagerly:

"Careful, above your heads..."

Before his voice had finished trailing off, a black shadow swooped down from the ceiling like a phantom.

It landed directly behind the team member holding the gun to aim, its left hand reaching out like a steel clamp, accurately locking the opponent's throat and giving a fierce twist.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the cervical vertebrae broke in response, and the team member instantly lost all sound, collapsing softly to the ground.

At this time, Youying's warning sound had only just been issued.

The team member who stepped forward to check the operation cabinet suddenly startedle-awoken, raising his gun and turning around.

After killing one target as fast as lightning, the black shadow made not the slightest pause, and quickly closed in before the second target.

That team member's performance could also be considered extremely outstanding; he reacted in the first instance and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang" sound, the bullet flew past, brushing against the black shadow.

I saw the black shadow's shoulders shake slightly, actually dodging the bullet with an ultimate posture.

Almost simultaneously closing in on his body, his right hand formed a fist, violently blasting upward from bottom to top, directly striking the team member's lower jaw.

This uppercut had at least the force of a thousand jun, smashing the team member's lower jaw into pieces, sending his entire body flying backward, heavily slamming into the operation cabinet, and dying on the spot.

That black shadow was like the descent of a dark night reaper, killing two elite pursuer team members bare-handed in less than two short seconds.

Even slaughtering chickens or butchering dogs probably wouldn't be this easy.

The black shadow then stood firm, looking around, cold lights flickering in his eyes.

Through the goggles on the mask, that slightly reddish gaze was like a materialized sharp blade.

It was as if this meticulously arranged workshop was not a perilous danger zone, but a bloody killing home-court crafted exclusively for him.

The biting Killing Intent emanating from his whole body made both Youying and the Hooded Man in front of the monitor's heart shiver involuntarily.

At this time, other team members also arrived successively, slowly surrounding them from both ends of the corridor.

"Everyone raise your alertness, the target is a hand-to-hand combat master and is extremely fast. Do not engage in close combat with him, maintain distance, suppress with firepower, and pay special attention to the overhead position..."

The instructions issued by Youying through the walkie-talkie had not yet completely dissipated in the team members' ears.

That black shadow had long since disappeared again like a phantom, as if blending into the surrounding darkness without leaving the slightest trace.