211: Chapter 211 Leap Forward, An Impossible Mission

Chapter 211: Leap, Mission Impossible

Two steel wire ropes connecting the suspension bridge spanned across the midair.

Worn down by time and moisture, they were already covered in rust, their degree of corrosion shocking to the eye, as if they would snap with just a gentle tug.

Viewed from afar, they flickered in and out of view in the dim light, almost blending into the pitch-black shaft.

Yet Fang Cheng's bullets, with the precision of a sniper rifle, successively struck the surfaces of the two ropes.

The steel wire ropes trembled violently, as if struck by heavy hammers.

Large flakes of reddish-brown rust peeled off layer by layer like scabs, drifting downward.

This caused the already precarious suspension bridge to shake along with them, making it appear all the more hanging by a thread.

It felt as though in the next second, those already slender and fragile ropes would become overwhelmed and snap apart.

Then plunging together with the suspension bridge and the hostage upon it into the endless dark abyss.

Bound and seated in a chair, Ma Donghe was dumbfounded as he watched Fang Cheng's series of bold and crazy actions.

Seeing the fine strands twisted into the steel wire ropes snapping one by one amidst splashing sparks,

even someone as daring as him couldn't help being frightened into emitting a pig-like squeal.

Fang Cheng's gaze was stern, the gun in his hand still steadily taking aim.

Every time he pulled the trigger, the bullets shot forth like lightning.

Piercing through the air woven with a hail of bullets, they illuminated brief and dazzling trajectories in the darkness.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullets continuously struck the two steel wire ropes like a string of arrows, gradually piercing through bundles of rope strands.

Under Fang Cheng's conscious control, an extremely fragile balance was maintained.

Finally, only a single fine strand remained stubbornly supporting each of the two steel wire ropes.

Moreover, under the load of gravity, those remaining fine strands also emitted a hair-raising "creak" sound.

This sound was like the approaching footsteps of the God of Death, each one heavily hammering at Ma Donghe's heart.

Causing his breathing to abruptly halt and his entire body's muscles to stiffen, leaving him able only to stare blankly at the steel wire ropes that could snap at any moment, awaiting the arrival of the fate of plunging into the abyss.

And at this critical juncture, Fang Cheng had already swiftly slid close to the connection point between the suspension bridge and the walkway.

Then he abruptly hoisted the iron door, surged forward like a leopard, and leaped directly onto the tottering suspension bridge.

Clang!

The suspension bridge violently shook.

Already fragile to begin with, under the dual pressure of its own gravitational load and Ma Donghe's body weight, it was already on the verge of collapse.

Now, with the addition of a robust man running while carrying an iron door, the burden suddenly increased drastically.

Those remaining slender rope strands were even more overwhelmed, emitting a more miserable groan than before, as if a heavily ravaged woman was issuing her final protest.

This sudden scene left Ma Donghe instantly dumbstruck, his mind blank, leaving only a crazily echoing sentence in his heart:

"Big Brother, do you want to be buried with me?"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Bullets poured densely onto the iron door like a violent rain of fire.

Disregarding everything, Fang Cheng rushed toward Ma Donghe, who was tied to the top end of the suspension bridge.

Snap, snap!

Finally, the steel wire ropes pulled to their limit could no longer withstand the devastation, snapping completely with two crisp cracks.

The ropes quickly slipped off the pulleys.

Consequently, the suspension bridge lost the force maintaining its balance, instantly tilting from the top and falling dejectedly downward.

Amidst his terrified expression, Ma Donghe's body, tightly bound by the ropes, also began to tilt along with the suspension bridge.

The legs of the chair slid across the bridge deck, emitting a sharp and harsh scratching sound, as if making a desperate struggle before plunging into the abyss.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng simply discarded the iron door used as a shield.

He took a deep breath, his muscles instantly tightening like a powerful spring about to be ejected, compressed to the limit, and then exploding to the limit.

Whoosh——

Under the enhancement of the "Ape Waist" and "Elasticity" traits, Fang Cheng burst forth with astonishing strength, accelerating once again.

His figure transformed into a black phantom gale, every step feeling like a race against the God of Death.

At this moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down.

Bullets whistled past his ears, dragging out brilliant and dazzling light trails, resembling a grand and fatal fireworks show.

Amidst the chaos, the suspension bridge gradually tilted and collapsed, its broken wooden boards scattering like snowflakes.

Ma Donghe's eyes widened as if they were about to burst out of their sockets, watching Fang Cheng continuously sprinting toward him.

His five-flower-bound body slid downward inch by inch along with the chair, tilting his head back and falling backward.

His heart had stopped beating, as if tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead flew off like a broken string of beads, slowly creeping in the air.

His mouth was wide open, but fear tightly choked his throat, making it difficult to make a sound.

The entire world spun, seemingly plunging into a silent dead silence.

Darkness, like a tide, was swallowing and submerging this isolated island and the people resting upon it.

Between the line of life and death, senses, strength, and speed were all stimulated from instinct to the extreme.

Fang Cheng abruptly exhaled and shouted, resembling rolling thunder that shattered the dead silent air.

In an instant, the sounds of gunfire and shouting surged back, and the entire world returned to normal.

With a hail of bullets chasing behind him, Fang Cheng resolutely took a flying leap toward the huge pitch-black shaft, like a high diver.

His posture instantly traced a breathtaking arc in the air, his arms rapidly stretching out like steel.

Snap!

Reaching out with one hand, he firmly grasped one leg of the chair Ma Donghe was sitting on, which was falling downward.

Clang!

Immediately afterward, his other hand stretched upward like iron pliers, precisely hooking onto the iron frame at the end of the suspension bridge.

Creak——

Under this sudden gravitational pull, the suspension bridge with its remaining framework, like an injured swinging arm, hurled Fang Cheng, who was giving his all, and Ma Donghe, whose life hung by a thread, toward the cave wall.

The wind wailed, as if countless grievances were weeping and wandering in this empty and dark space.

The pungent, foul-smelling miasma, like thick ink, silently flowed wantonly, chillingly wrapping around the back of the neck.

Right in this suffocating, profound darkness, a pane of window glass flickered in and out of view, looking like a glimmer of dawn penetrating the dark night.

Mid-air during his leap, Fang Cheng's pupils constricted, his gaze as sharp as a falcon's, locking firmly onto the faintly glowing target below as he waited silently.

As the suspension bridge swung wildly, its top section flung toward the cave wall, and the angle gradually approached 45°.

The timing had arrived!

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he took another deep breath. The muscles in his right arm suddenly tightened, rapidly swelling to the point of almost bursting his clothes.

Relying on this instantly erupted majestic power, his fingers gripped tightly onto the legs of the chair.

Like a powerful catapult, he fiercely hurled Ma Donghe, who was tied to the chair, toward that window carrying a sliver of life.

Clatter——

A loud crash broke the silence in the darkness. Carrying massive impact force, Ma Donghe crashed straight through the window, shards of glass instantly scattering and flying like snowflakes.

At the same time, relying on his formidable mid-air hang-time ability, Fang Cheng's figure followed closely behind him, darting into the wide-open doorway and rolling a few times on the ground.

After buffering, Fang Cheng quickly stood up and scanned the surrounding scene with burning eyes.

What came into view was a somewhat aged and cluttered space.

This place looked like it should be some workshop passageway located on the second floor.

On both sides of the corridor, many rusty gas pipelines were crisscrossed, occasionally emitting a faint "hissing" sound.

In addition, various abandoned equipment were scattered everywhere in disarray, some with their casings badly damaged and internal parts exposed, resembling piles of abandoned wrecks.

Fang Cheng steadied himself, turned around, and peered out of the smashed window.

From the workshop top floor on the sixth floor, a burst of noisy exclamations came over.

Those ambushers successively ran to the edge of the shaft, each with a tense expression, muzzles pointing downward as they tentatively fired downward.

Every bullet fired, accompanied by a brief flash of gunfire and a harsh sound, echoed in the empty and dark pit.

Clearly, they were attempting to find evidence that the two people who accidentally fell from the suspension bridge had been smashed to pieces.

Fang Cheng didn't pay much attention to the threat from above, his gaze looking downward along the cave wall.

He saw that this shaft specifically used for decomposing garbage had an astonishingly deep depth, actually dug straight underground.

From here to the bottom, it was visually estimated to still be over forty meters high.

The pitch-black pit, like the maw of an abyssal beast, completely swallowed everything that fell into it.

Shallow and deep moss and grime, like mottled traces left by time, told of the desolation and danger of this place.

"It wasn't easy..."

Fang Cheng let out a long breath, a trace of relief showing on his face.

Recalling the entire process of the risky rescue just now, this journey could be described as thrilling at every step.

Before taking action, Fang Cheng had pre-calculated various changes and parameters using the three-dimensional holographic images recorded in his mind.

Among these were the distance from the door to the suspension bridge, the speed needed when running, and the angle of swing and distance to the window when the suspension bridge fell downward after the steel wire ropes broke.

All of this had to be exact without the slightest error, interlocked ring by ring, thus ensuring that the final operation had no omissions and could successfully escape from this desperate situation heavily surrounded by gunfire and impossible to fly away from.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit..."

Ma Donghe lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, panting heavily and groaning incessantly.

At this moment, it seemed that only by continuously cursing could he vent the tide-like, wave-after-wave terrifying emotions surging in his heart.

Hearing Ma Donghe's shouting, Fang Cheng instantly turned his head back.

As his gaze fell upon those shocking wounds on his body, he suddenly felt a wave of pain coming from his own thighs and back.

Reaching out to touch them, he found they were not bleeding.

In the chaotic battle of a hail of bullets just now, the enemy's firepower was truly too fierce and the coverage was too wide.

Even with the iron door as a shield to maneuver and dodge as much as possible, several bullets still took advantage of the opening and bit into his body.

Fortunately, his Physique was top-notch, and he was wearing a combat uniform with bulletproof functions, so he wouldn't be seriously injured by being shot; at most, there were some bruises and swelling.

Fang Cheng turned to examine Ma Donghe's injuries. Aside from those old wounds he already had, fortunately, he hadn't been hit again by stray bullets.

However, because the ropes bit into his flesh, after his struggle, several coagulated wounds cracked open even more grimly, blood continuously oozing out and dyeing the ropes red.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately stepped forward, grabbed the ropes binding Ma Donghe, and suddenly exerted force with both hands.

Snap, snap.

Along with a few crisp sounds, the tightly bound ropes were instantly torn into several pieces and scattered on the ground.

Along with the shattered chair, it also completely fell apart, turning into a pile of broken wooden boards.

Ma Donghe instantly felt his whole body relax, letting out a long sigh of relief. His eyes wide open, the terror in his heart had not completely faded away yet.

The whole person was like a fish that had just jumped out of the water, pale-faced, drenched in sweat, and his legs involuntarily weak.

It took him a good while to recover, muttering in his mouth:

"A-Cheng, can you not play things so thrilling in the future? My heart condition is about to be scared out!"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng smiled and teased:

"Do you want to be kidnapped again in the future?"

Ma Donghe froze for a moment, came back to his senses, and was just about to open his mouth to express his gratitude to Fang Cheng.

At this moment, the base of Fang Cheng's ears twitched slightly, as if capturing some subtle movement, and he abruptly raised his hand to signal:

"Don't speak, follow me."

Immediately after, he supported Ma Donghe with both hands and led him to sneak toward the other end of the workshop.

The two moved quickly in the darkness, bypassing pipelines crisscrossing one another.

As their footsteps fell, they tried their best not to make a single sound or leave any trace, as if blending into this dark and silent environment.

Sneaking all the way like this, they walked until they reached an inconspicuous duty room in the corner.

Fang Cheng gently pushed open the door, slipped inside sideways, and then helped Ma Donghe to a relatively hidden position inside the room, instructing:

"Donghe, just hide here and don't make a sound. After I come back, I will take you out."

Ma Donghe instantly understood the meaning in Fang Cheng's words, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly dissuaded him:

"A-Cheng, they outnumber us and all hold guns in their hands; it's too dangerous. Why don't we take advantage of the darkness now to sneak away? Those people might not necessarily be able to catch up."

His face was full of worry, knowing deeply that the so-called Noah Organization was powerful and vicious, and he really didn't want Fang Cheng to risk himself alone.

"Dangerous?"

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, a flash of cold killing intent crossing his eyes, and casually replied: "Kill them all, and won't it be safe?"

Hearing this, Ma Donghe widened his eyes, his gaze full of care and responsibility for his friend:

"Then I'll go with you. Don't look at me being injured; this Physique of mine is damn durable."

As he spoke, he also forcefully puffed out his chest, trying to prove that what he said was not false.

Fang Cheng glanced at him and smiled, gently patting his shoulder:

"To deal with those people, I alone am enough. You just obediently recover from your injuries for me."

Although the words carried a bit of banter, they exuded an unquestionable tone.

Ma Donghe wanted to speak further, but looking at Fang Cheng's firm gaze, the words at the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

He knew that once this guy made up his mind, even nine oxen couldn't pull him back.

He could only nod silently, praying in his heart that Fang Cheng would return safely.

...

In the monitoring room, the light grew increasingly dim.

Almost all rows of closed-circuit televisions turned into static screens, with messy white dots flashing incessantly.

Only one television screen remained stable, continuously transmitting footage captured in real-time by the surveillance camera.

What appeared on the screen was precisely the chaotic gunfire scene on the workshop top floor.

Bullets flew horizontally, fire splashed everywhere, along with that heaven-shaking leap.

Phantom sat quietly in front of the monitoring console, staring fixedly at the screen.

Everything that had just happened was like playing an extremely wonderful action movie.

And all the performances of the protagonist in this movie did not escape his eyes.

"Heh, he really is an expert..."

The corners of Phantom's mouth curled up, light flashing in the depths of his eyes, as if a hunter had discovered a highly challenging prey.

Immediately after, he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and issued instructions in a severe tone:

"Everyone attention, once the target's traces are discovered, report to me immediately, no mistakes allowed!"

Subsequently, Phantom neatly stood up, put on a skull mask, and his entire person exuded a dangerous aura.

"I'm going to meet him in person."

Having said that, he strode out of the door with large strides.

Seeing this, the Hooded Man hurriedly spoke out to ask:

"You're going to deal with him, so what am I doing?"

"You stay here to check the surveillance, and notify me if there is any news."

Without looking back, Phantom dropped these words, and his figure slipped into the darkness, quickly disappearing outside the door.

The Hooded Man's gaze fell back onto the surveillance screen with only a single frame.

After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart, raised his foot, and quickly followed.