210: Chapter 210 Sniper Showdown, Breaking the Stalemate

Chapter 210: Counter-Sniper Duel, Breaking the Deadlock

Top floor of the garbage processing workshop.

A pitch-black well cave was situated in the center, like the open maw of an abyss.

Occasionally, a few pieces of garbage slid down the cave wall, and it took a long time for a faint echo to return, as if they had been swallowed by the darkness.

The sound of the wind wailed, endlessly wandering at the empty bottom.

A dilapidated suspension bridge spanned across this dark abyss.

The iron chains were heavily rusted and mottled, the wooden boards were rotted and broken, and occasionally, "creak", "creak" sounds would come over.

And at the extended end of the bridge deck, like an isolated island in a desperate situation, sat a muscular man in an extremely disheveled state.

Ma Donghe was bound tightly to a chair with thick ropes, his face completely devoid of color, and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The wounds on his body were still oozing blood, dropping one by one to form a small pool of dark red bloodstains.

The ropes were deeply embedded in his skin, squeezing out shocking purplish-red bruises.

From time to time, he struggled futilely a few times, and the chair shook along with it, making his already precarious position even more dangerous.

"Hey—"

Ma Donghe raised his head, looked around, and parted his chapped lips with difficulty, letting out a shout.

"Why are you all so scared? Why are you all hiding like mice?"

The dim yellow lights flickered a few times, casting flickering shadows on the grime-covered walls of the factory.

On the crisscrossing steel beams and iron frames, figures poked their heads out, vaguely revealing their forms.

These ambushers either crouched on the steel beams, curling their bodies into a ball, or hid behind various pieces of equipment, pressing their sides close to the walls.

Everyone pricked up their ears, their eyes fierce, gripping their firearms tightly with both hands, aiming their muzzles at the ajar iron door at the end of the hallway.

They had clearly set a trap and were waiting for the prey to walk right into the net.

Ma Donghe's eyes held mockery as he continued to shout:

"That's true as well. He is the infamous murderer, after all. Coming here tonight, if he doesn't slaughter you all like little chicks, how could he live up to that title!"

As he spoke, he grinned, letting out a hoarse and noisy laugh.

Despite being covered in injuries and falling into a desperate situation, his attitude was even more arrogant than the bandits who had kidnapped him.

Perhaps in his worldview, no matter how pessimistic the situation was, his Aura must never fall short of others.

At this moment, occasional sporadic gunshots came from the workshops on the lower floors.

This instantly made the expressions of those ambushers even more tense, their eyes widening further.

Especially those team members who had just retreated back, like frightened birds, their shoulders couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Their fingers rested lightly on the triggers, seemingly ready to unleash a rainstorm of bullets at the slightest sign of movement.

Yet Ma Donghe kept chattering away incessantly, sitting there talking to himself.

The mocking and sarcastic sounds echoed through the empty and eerie top floor of the workshop, making everyone's ears ring slightly,

He seemed to want to use this method to disrupt everyone's minds and ruin the ambush plan.

"Damn it, if I had known, I would have gagged this bastard's mouth!"

Tyrannosaurus held a gun in his hand, looking impatiently at the tightly bound Ma Donghe, and cursed in a low voice.

At this moment, he knew clearly in his heart that the brothers arranged to keep watch all over the workshop were probably doomed.

Looking back at the few remaining lackeys around him, his heart couldn't help but panic a little.

The pursuer team captain squatting nearby, however, kept his composure and pacified everyone's emotions:

"It's better to have him make noise to attract the target, otherwise how can we lure the prey into stepping into the trap voluntarily."

Although he said that, recalling the thrilling encounter that had happened in the darkness earlier, the captain's face still unconsciously turned pale, his eyes revealing a deep sense of dread.

Just at this moment, the walkie-talkie transmitted Ghost's command voice:

"Everyone stay alert, the target has destroyed most of the workshop's monitoring equipment and is probably sneaking toward the sixth floor right now. Be ready for battle at all times."

The voice spread through the radio waves in the cold air, as if tightening the tense heartstrings of everyone by another notch.

The remaining fifteen pursuer team members and six Gang thugs all held their breath simultaneously.

Their eyes stared fixedly at the end of the hallway, that only entrance.

Everyone's muscles were tense, their fingers ready to pull the triggers of their firearms at any moment, and even their breathing was deliberately suppressed to the extreme.

Just like that, amidst a suffocating silence, they silently waited for the prey to appear.

Perhaps due to unstable voltage, the light bulbs hanging in the hallway flickered on and off, emitting a faint buzzing sound.

Adding a bit more grim terror to the already dim environment.

In such a tense and murderous atmosphere, only Ma Donghe appeared completely out of place.

He was still bound and sitting in the chair, occasionally letting out a few mocking laughs.

A single person's voice echoed in this empty factory, appearing exceptionally desolate and lonely.

I don't know how much time had passed, as if every second was infinitely stretched out.

Creak, creak—

An abrupt and piercing commotion broke the brief dead silence.

The ajar iron door at the end of the hallway shook slightly and was slowly pushed open.

Bang!

Suddenly, fire burst forth, and a bullet left the chamber, striking the wall beside the iron door and splashing a cluster of lime debris.

It turned out that one of Tyrannosaurus's lackeys was too nervous and subconsciously pulled the trigger, initiating the attack first.

The captain glared fiercely and shouted sternly:

"Wait for my command before shooting, everyone! Don't hold us back!"

Seeing this, Tyrannosaurus's face turned pale and red in turns, and he quickly scolded his lackey to follow instructions.

At this moment, the iron door only opened to an extent where bullets could hardly penetrate, then stopped abruptly and was pushed no further forward.

In the darkness revealed by the narrow slit, a pair of eyes seemed to be flashing and glowing.

The slightly reddish glow was like the pupils of some beast, spying on the scene inside, exuding an indescribable eerieness.

And the ambushers inside all focused their gazes on this iron door.

Everyone was like they had been hit by an immobilization spell, raising their guns with both hands, their eyes wide open.

As long as their vision shifted even slightly, the monster hidden behind the door would suddenly leap out.

At this hair-trigger moment, the "monster" hiding behind the door and spying was none other than Fang Cheng.

After dealing with the Gang members downstairs, he headed all the way up the stairs, reaching the top floor of the workshop where the only light was on.

During this time, his movements were agile and his landings silent, perfectly avoiding meticulously placed sensors and camouflaged, highly lethal booby traps.

After the warehouse battle last time, Fang Cheng learned his lesson, deeply understanding that sneaking into enemy territory with thorough preparations would easily cause himself to fall into heavy encirclement.

And even if he finally won, it would be difficult to achieve the effect of completely wiping out the enemy; it would only allow fish slipping through the net to escape in the chaos.

Therefore, in this operation, Fang Cheng changed his strategy, turning to more covert and lethal assassination methods.

Like a cheetah foraging in the dark night, he patiently lurked, eyeing solitary or unprepared enemies, striking instantly to eliminate them one by one silently.

Fang Cheng's intention was only one: before rescuing people, to consume the enemy's living forces as much as possible.

Even if they couldn't all be eliminated, he could create strong psychological pressure through these cold and bloody assassination acts.

Thus forcing the enemy camp to expose flaws in panic, creating more rescue opportunities for himself.

Through his current observation, a huge well cave with a diameter of tens of meters came into Fang Cheng's field of vision.

Along the pitch-black pit, there was a narrow passageway piled with various sundries.

He also saw Ma Donghe, who was tied up like a zongzi and looked extremely disheveled.

Ma Donghe's location was extremely dangerous, suspended on the edge of life and death; with the slightest carelessness, he would fall along with the chair into the bottomless cave and be smashed to pieces.

And on the surrounding circle of steel beams and iron frames, at least a dozen gunmen were lurking.

The pitch-black muzzles gleamed with cold light in the dimness, like vipers quietly baring their fangs.

This scene undoubtedly added immeasurable fatal danger to this detention location that had already fallen into a desperate situation.

Bang!

Suddenly, an unheralded gunshot rang out.

A bullet tore through the air, shooting rapidly toward Fang Cheng's front like a meteor.

It turned out to be the enemy's sniper hiding in the dark, seizing the fleeting opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Fang Cheng's reaction speed far exceeded ordinary people; almost the moment he saw the fire burst, his body made an instinctive reaction, dodging to the side with incredible speed.

That bullet whizzed past his shoulder, stirring up a sharp, scorching wind as if it wanted to ignite his skin.

Immediately following, with a crisp "clang", the bullet hit the stair iron plate heavily, splashing a dazzling spark.

Then it bounced away, disappearing into the darkness.

Helplessly, Fang Cheng had to temporarily stop spying and hide behind the concrete wall.

His brain spun rapidly, pondering how to break out of this perilous environment, eliminate the enemy, and rescue Ma Donghe.

Through preliminary observation, the opponent's firepower configuration could be called complete, with not only snipers hiding in the dark watching covetously, but also over a dozen assault rifles waiting in full battle array.

These guys came prepared, occupying favorable terrain in advance, calculating various attack and escape routes clearly, and laying down an inescapable net, just waiting for the target to actively enter the encirclement.

Even if he wore a bulletproof vest, under such dense firepower, he would be nothing more than a flesh target.

Wanting to forcefully brave a hail of bullets to save people or kill people was clearly unrealistic and difficult to guarantee the hostage's safety.

Although Fang Cheng was full of confidence in his Marksmanship, in this special environment, there was simply not enough room to display it.

Besides, there were still many blind spots in the field of vision around.

Unless bullets could curve around corners, it was hard to account for enemies lurking from all directions in a short time.

While pondering, Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly, glancing at the iron door that was opened only by a very small margin.

Just now, through Eagle Eye Vision, he had only seen the scene on the left side of the workshop's top floor.

As for what kind of danger was hidden on the other side, he still knew nothing.

Thinking about it, Fang Cheng made a prompt decision, fumbled around for a bit, and picked up an iron pincer used for raking garbage.

Then he took a deep breath, clamped the door handle with the iron pincer, and carefully pushed the door open to the extent of being fully open.

As expected, dense bullets instantly swept over like raindrops, the "da da da" sound deafening, splashing countless debris and dazzling sparks on the walls and iron plates.

Seeming to realize something was wrong as the target did not appear, this round of concentrated fire abruptly stopped again.

Right in this split second.

Fang Cheng quickly straightened his waist, his figure lunging to the door and flashing, his gaze sweeping across the entire top floor of the workshop instantly.

Then, almost at the moment the next wave of bullets struck, he dodged back again and pulled the door shut once more.

The entire process took less than a second.

Yet Fang Cheng had already utilized the "Speed Reading" skill to memorize the fleeting images inside the door.

Listening to the whistling impact sounds of bullets, a three-dimensional holographic image had already been constructed in his mind.

At this moment, he seemed to possess a god's-eye view, practically placed within his Memory Palace, where all the enemy's ambush positions and firepower deployments were clearly presented in the image, crystal clear at a glance.

Fang Cheng observed carefully, searching for a way to break the deadlock. When he saw the location below the well cave, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey—"

At this time, Ma Donghe shouted at the surroundings at the top of his lungs:

"You bunch of cowards! Were you scared out of your wits? So many of you hiding away jerking off, what kind of heroes are you! If you have the guts, face me head-on!"

He tried to use this method to provoke the enemy and win more opportunities for Fang Cheng.

Seeing that these guys turned a deaf ear to his scolding, he then shouted toward Fang Cheng, loudly reporting the ambush points of each gunman one by one.

When mentioning an elite team member lying on the steel frame holding a sniper rifle.

That sniper had extremely high vigilance, not daring to delay in the slightest, and quickly stood up, preparing to change position so as not to expose himself.

Yet just the moment he stood up, his heart felt as if it had been stung.

Only a flash of fire was seen, and a scorching crimson bullet hit his throat precisely like a life-taking meteor.

Fresh blood splattered out, and the sniper didn't even have time to let out a miserable scream before falling straight down from the steel frame, hitting the ground heavily with a "bang".

After the other team members reacted, they immediately launched an attack toward that "door of death" that was pushed open once more.

At this moment, Fang Cheng, whose muzzle had just been retracted, had already disappeared behind the wall like a black phantom.

Relying on the skill effect of "Ghost Sniper", he actually killed the sniper who posed the greatest danger to him in the most extreme way.

Seeing Fang Cheng achieve success with a single shot, Ma Donghe immediately became even more excited.

Then, just like reciting a menu, he continued to report the positions of the ambushers one by one.

Especially emphasizing several times the hiding place of his biggest enemy, Tyrannosaurus.

Those who were called out, hearing that their positions were exposed, couldn't help tightening their hearts, and thus moved carefully a few times, using objects to shield their figures even more cautiously.

Tyrannosaurus was repeatedly called out by Ma Donghe. Wanting to move but not daring to move too obviously, he was furious to the extreme, and couldn't help cursing:

"I'll fucking blow your head off with one shot!"

Seeing Tyrannosaurus make a move, the captain hurriedly stopped him:

"If you kill him, the target won't take the risk to come in anymore. The advantageous situation we worked so hard to build cannot be ruined at the last hurdle!"

Just as everyone was thrown into panic and the atmosphere became increasingly murderous.

Yet they heard a loud "clatter" crash.

That iron door was completely opened again, and this time the entire door was taken off.

Then, a vague black figure appeared beneath the door panel, hunched over.

It turned out to be Fang Cheng, seeing him steadily carrying the entire door on his back and shoulders, practically treating the iron door as a shield to cover himself.

In this way, he managed to smoothly enter the hallway, rapidly closing in on everyone's direction.

Feeling rather surprised, amidst astonishment, everyone immediately pulled their triggers one after another.

For a time, gunshots blared, deafening.

Bullets poured crazily toward Fang Cheng like raindrops, splashing countless dazzling sparks on the iron door, resembling a gorgeous yet fatal fireworks show.

"Suppressive fire in turns, don't stop until the door panel is shot through!"

Seeing this, the captain promptly issued an order, attempting to stabilize the situation.

Under his command, the firepower became increasingly concentrated and fierce, wave after wave, shooting the iron door into dense pitted shapes.

In just a few seconds, it was soon going to be completely shot through and ruined.

Fang Cheng was not afraid at all, lowering his body while relying on the iron door to block bullets, and relying on his super-strong flexibility, in a posture of nearly sliding against the ground, he quickly approached the position of the suspension bridge.

The gun held in his hand also rang out continuously, but his target was not those enemies shooting crazily.

Instead, it was the steel cable connecting the suspension bridge.