368: Chapter 368 The Double Overwhelming Power of Speed ​​and Combat

Jia Liang's gaze swept across the black notebook, scanning names one by one.

"There are still a few suspect targets left; we must find more people to test their bottom line..."

He muttered to himself, pausing for a moment when his line of sight fell on the name "Xiao Jianren".

Then he picked up his pen and heavily drew a circle around the name.

"This fellow... is a bit weird; it seems he needs extra attention."

After pondering for a bit, he closed the notebook and gave apathetic glances at the three corpses on the ground.

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Afterward, he pulled out a mobile phone from his bag and dialed a string of numbers.

Beep—Beep—

After a few connection tones, the call was connected.

"Room 705, Building 78, Sanmalu Road, Jiangbei, please come over as soon as possible to recycle the 'cargo'."

Jia Liang said in a deep voice, his tone as casual as if he were ordering a takeout.

"Got it, I will arrive at the scene within 15 minutes."

A short response came from the other side, and the phone was hung up accordingly.

Jia Liang put away his phone and packed the medicine box on the ground back into the canvas bag.

Then he quickly turned around and left the place, leaving only a half-closed crack of the door behind him.

This was a pending demolition area in the old urban district, a seven-story Tubular Building.

Except for a few homeless vagrants, there were no permanent tenants at all.

The previous gunshots did not stir up the slightest ripple in this forgotten corner.

At this moment, the sky had completely darkened.

The light bulbs in the corridor had not been repaired and had long since been completely damaged.

Being in it was like walking through a dark tunnel, and the visibility was even lower than outside.

Jia Liang walked unhurriedly, and the sound of his work leather boots stepping on the ground appeared exceptionally clear in the silence.

Suddenly, he stopped his footsteps.

An inexplicable chill quietly climbed up the back of his neck along his spine.

It was like being silently targeted in the dark by some higher-level predator.

The surroundings were dead silent.

He stood quietly in the dark corridor, pricking up his ears and listening carefully.

Only the rusted water pipes made leaking sounds in an unknown corner.

Drip... Drip...

The sound of water droplets falling to the ground echoed in the empty stairwell, striking one's nerves stroke by stroke.

At the same time, the feeling of being peeped at became more and more intense, entangling his back like a venomous snake.

Jia Liang's heart skipped a beat, and he held his breath.

The muscles of his neck tightened and slowly twisted.

Hoo—

He took a deep breath, and his body turned around abruptly like a spring.

His eyes widened to the maximum in the dark, and his line of sight focused a dozen meters ahead.

The deep and lonely corridor was like the open mouth of a giant beast choosing people to devour.

And in this giant mouth, a vaguely shaped figure stood faintly.

That person's face was pale white, and a pair of eyes in the dark faintly flashed with ominous red light, resembling an evil ghost from Hell.

No, that should be a fiercely shaped mask.

"Who are you?"

Jia Liang's voice carried a trace of threat, his gaze like a knife, locking tightly onto that evil ghost mask.

This person could appear here silently and even almost fooled his enhanced sharp perception.

Clearly, he harbored malicious intentions.

That figure did not answer his question.

After a moment of silence, instead, he asked in a calm tone:

"Are you an executive of the Noah Organization?"

Jia Liang was slightly stunned.

His identity had been exposed?

His eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit, and the hand hanging at his side quietly reached toward the belt stuck with a military dagger.

"Sure enough, I didn't guess wrong."

That figure seemed very satisfied with his reaction, and then asked with a trace of doubt:

"However, back then at the gathering, how come I didn't see you?"

"Turns out... a colleague of the organization?"

Hearing this, Jia Liang's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a smile immediately piled up on his face:

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you! I am from the medical department and don't show my face often. I wonder which department brother is from?"

As he spoke, he naturally took two steps forward, his tone as familiar as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

But at the exact moment he took the second step, Jia Liang's gaze suddenly became extremely sharp.

He fiercely smashed the canvas bag on his shoulder toward the figure!

Almost simultaneously, his boot soles kicked against the rough concrete ground.

His entire person was like a strong bow pulled to the limit, suddenly ejecting out, leaving only a residual shadow in place.

Hiss!

Accompanied by a soft sound of tearing the air, a gloomy cold light suddenly appeared in his hand.

Feigning a Move first, and then launching a sneak attack.

This was his most habitual trick.

Relying on physical prowess and speed far exceeding ordinary people, he could always achieve a one-hit kill in the past.

However.

His dagger had not yet been delivered half an inch.

That masked figure abruptly disappeared before his eyes.

It was as if that really was just an illusory shadow that scattered when blown by the wind.

Swish—

A wisp of strong wind swept past behind his ear, exciting the hairs on his forehead to flutter up strand by strand.

Jia Liang's pupils suddenly shrank into needle tips, and the alarm bells in his heart rang wildly.

He didn't even have time to think carefully; his body had already reacted based on well-tempered combat instincts.

Exerting force from his waist and abdomen, his whole body forcibly twisted in mid-air, and the dagger in his hand drew a fatal arc along with his body, horizontally cutting toward behind him.

This Move combined attack and defense, and his reaction had already reached the extreme.

But, it was still too late.

A palm reached out from the dark, ignoring the fierce blade light, accurately passed through the gap, and grabbed his neck in one grip.

Jia Liang's breathing instantly stagnated.

That palm was like an iron pliers, containing terrifying power, making it difficult for him to Move even a fraction.

"Your speed is too slow..."

The white ghost face, close at hand, emerged in front of him.

A pair of blood-red eyes in the dark were like burning charcoal, gazing at him indifferently.

This monster... actually rounded behind his back in the blink of 0.1 seconds.

Even without having time to capture the residual shadow, he was subdued by the opponent.

Bang!

The figure grabbed his neck and fiercely slammed his entire person against the wall beside him.

Concrete debris burst everywhere!

The mottled corridor wall was forcefully crashed into a human-shaped cracked depression, and dust fell rustling down.

"Wu..."

Jia Liang let out a muffled grunt, his internal organs feeling out of place, and severe pain suddenly struck.

But he did not struggle; a flash of fierceness crossed his eyes, and his right hand holding the dagger turned at the wrist, fiercely stabbing toward the temple of the person in front of him.

This strike was swift and vicious, bound to pierce through the opponent's skull!

Swish!

The figure's left hand was as fast as lightning, arriving after the start but reaching first, firmly grasping his knife-holding wrist.

The speed of reaction was as if it had been anticipated long ago.

Jia Liang did not sit and wait for death.

His right foot then fiercely flicked upward.

Clang!

The toe of the leather boot popped out a cold glint, stabbing straight at the opponent's lower body.

That was the foot blade hidden in the sole of the boot!

In this nearly close-quarters grapple, if such a concealed weapon were deployed, it would simply be the most insidious sure-kill technique!

However.

The thought of success had not yet had time to rise in Jia Liang's heart.

The ghost face before his eyes disappeared instantly once again.

The hidden foot blade brushed past the figure, and the attack suddenly fell into empty space.

Fortunately, the hand tightening around his neck also disappeared accordingly.

Jia Liang's feet were able to land again, gasping heavily and hurriedly.

His neck hurt burning hot, as if it would break the next second.

He quickly scanned with the corner of his eye, barely catching the blurred retreating figure in the dark.

With a fierce heart, he knew opportunity should not be lost, and he must never let the opponent smoothly escape and retake the active posture.

"Die for me!"

Jia Liang gave a low roar, his body rolling and pouncing up like a hunting cheetah.

The dagger in his hand and the foot blade under his feet instantly activated, tearing the air.

A vicious straight stab of the dagger went straight for the opponent's heart.

The figure only slightly turned aside, and the blade edge grazed past the clothing.

Jia Liang turned his wrist, holding the dagger in reverse, and with a weird angle, changed from a stab to a horizontal slice, cutting toward the opponent's neck.

The figure's head also leaned backward at a physiological-defying angle, barely dodging it.

Following closely, Jia Liang's left leg with the foot blade, like a poisonous snake, launched a tricky low sweep targeting the opponent's supporting leg.

But the figure only lightly tapped the ground with his toe, and his whole body floated half a meter high.

The cold light of the foot blade swept past from beneath his sole, and the raised wind could only blow his trouser legs.

Every dodge of the figure was exquisite to the extreme, and his movements were as casual as strolling under the moon.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Jia Liang's offensive became increasingly crazy, endless, transforming into an intertwined death storm.

The dagger's straight stabs, horizontal slices, and reverse upward lifts, matched with the double legs' side kicks, whip kicks, and stomps, were fierce in Moves and connected seamlessly airtight.

Every strike carried a sharp sound of tearing the air.

However, the opponent's body seemed to have no bones, always able to avoid all his attacks at incredible angles.

In that fatal blade light and leg shadows, he calmly dodged and shifted around.

The more Jia Liang fought, the more alarmed he became.

Seeing the figure in front of him only blindly dodging and not fighting back at all.

He did not feel a shred of joy in his heart, but instead surged with a chill that cooled his entire body.

After a brief bout of exchange, he had deeply realized that the opponent's nerve reaction and body agility were both obviously superior to his own.

This monster acting like this... was obviously trying to capture him alive!

In the organization, he Jia Liang had always been famous for body speed and combat skills.

Today, he encountered a monster that could completely crush him in both speed and Martial Skill!

A sense of humiliation of being wantonly despised bred deep in his heart.

"Good, if you want to capture me alive, then let's see if you have this ability?!"

Clang!

Jia Liang flicked the sole of his left boot, similarly popping out a cold-glinting foot blade.

The offensive instantly surged from this!

The dagger in his hand, matched with the boot blades of both legs, was like a high-speed operating mincing machine, crazily attacking that figure.

But that figure was still unhurried, floating like an unconstrained wispy smoke.

Every evaded distance was just a hair's breadth away, no more, no less.

Deep in Jia Liang's heart, a weirder feeling naturally arose.

The opponent didn't seem to just want to capture him alive as guessed.

But... as if using him to practice hands.

Just like testing some newly acquired ability, trying out various nearly extreme dodging footwork.

This sense of humiliation completely ignited his anger.

Jia Liang almost bit his steel teeth apart, and the fierce light in his eyes greatly flourished.

Catching a self-righteous opportunity, his legs transformed into residual shadows, launching a serial flying kick toward the figure's chest.

The foot blades carved two trajectories of death in the air!

At the very moment they were about to kick.

That figure disappeared like teleportation once again, without even leaving a residual shadow.

Jia Liang's pupils shrank sharply, and the alarm bells in his heart rang loudly.

At this moment, his body was airborne, his old force was exhausted, his new force had not yet been born, and his whole body exposed fatal flaws!

Sure enough.

That figure had already appeared like a ghost on his right side, seizing this flaw, and unceremoniously delivered a simple and direct straight stomping kick.

Bang!

Jia Liang felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed moving truck.

His body completely out of control flew sideways, crashing through a closed door with a loud bang, and heavily tumbling inside.

Dust filled the air, choking the nose and mouth.

"Cough... cough cough!"

Jia Liang coughed violently, a wisp of foamy blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

He felt that at least three of his sternums were broken, and the severe pain made him almost faint.

At this moment, there was only endless horror left in his heart.

Originally thought the opponent was just agile in skills and faster than himself, but didn't expect even the strength to be at a crushing level.

You must know, he was an 8th-level executive of the Noah Organization, and in the entire Dongdu Branch, he could also be considered one of the few top masters.

Before joining the organization, he was a C-level wanted criminal rated by the Special Investigation Team.

After joining, he even luckily passed human experiments, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

Especially his body muscle explosive power and agility had greatly increased, and his action rate in combat was so fast that ordinary masters simply couldn't cope with it.

Nowadays, he was no longer what he used to be, and his comprehensive ability was comparable to an A-level powerhouse.

However, even with such perverted physical fitness, he actually couldn't even withstand a seemingly casual kick from the opponent!

This monster was simply terrifyingly strong!

Jia Liang spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and snatched off his black-framed glasses whose lenses were completely shattered.

He widened his eyes and peered closely at his surroundings.

Dust obscured his vision, and everywhere were shattered wood chips and peeled-off wall skins.

Three corpses vaguely lay on the ground.

This... was impressively the room where he had killed those three test subjects just now.

A flash of resoluteness crossed Jia Liang's eyes, and he quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist holster, aiming at the direction of the doorway.

In the smoke and dust, that figure slowly walked in.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jia Liang continuously fired without hesitation.

Firelight constantly burst out in the dark!

He employed the exquisite Mozambique Drill, pre-judging the opponent's positioning. Trunk, chest, and head, the triple combo was done in one go.

The specially made armor-piercing bullets whistled past the opponent's body, striking a series of sparks on the wall.

The momentum was astonishing, but they still all missed completely.

Those bullets were as if they all hit an illusion made of air, completely posing no threat.

After several consecutive shots yielded no results.

Click, click.

Jia Liang crazily pulled the trigger, and the firing pin made crisp sounds of Shadow Boxing.

The bullets were used up!

He suddenly raised his eyes to look.

The figure at the doorway had disappeared.

Unknown where he went.

But Jia Liang knew the opponent must still be in this room.

Just like a cruel feline, before biting its prey to death, it always had to play with it first.

"Hoo—"

He took a deep breath, and his heartbeat seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The muscles of his neck became incomparably stiff, and he slowly, inch by inch, raised his head.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme.

That white ghost face impressively floated right above his head.

Those red eyes were currently overlooking from above, staring fixedly at himself.

The masked figure spread his limbs like a gecko, the fingertips of his hands and soles of his feet seeming to possess some kind of suction, sticking to the ceiling.

He!

Actually broke away from gravity just like that, hanging upside down in the air in violation of physical common sense.

This scene simply scared one's soul out!

It was like the evil ghost Kayako crawling down from the attic in a horror movie, truly appearing before his eyes.

"Ah..."

Jia Liang let out a terrified shout in his throat, unable to support himself anymore, and collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

That breath he was forcibly holding onto just now completely dissipated.

The severe pain coming from all parts of his body made him unable to Move even a single finger.

He knew he had lost, losing completely and utterly.

"You... what kind of person are you actually?"

Jia Liang's voice trembled slightly: "You and I... shouldn't have any personal grievances, right?"

That figure silently descended from the ceiling, his feet stepping steadily on the ground.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you."

The figure's voice remained calm, as if the fierce battle just now was just a warm-up exercise, and even somewhat unfulfilled.

"I am the Smiling Demon that your organization is hunting down."

Hearing these words, Jia Liang couldn't help but be stunned.

Looking at that ferocious ghost-like mask, some clues seemed to string together in his mind, and his eyes were instantly filled with endless terror.

Fang Cheng looked down at him, his gaze turning cold:

"Now, it's my turn to ask you."