548: Chapter 548 He is destined to become our king

Chapter 548 He Is Destined to Become Our King

"Thank you for all your hard work."

Fang Cheng reined in the Aura that had intimidated everyone, skipping any unnecessary preamble and getting straight to the point.

"The primary objective of our Illuminati operation tonight is to rescue the hostage."

He pulled a folded A4 sheet of paper from his pocket and casually handed it to the Professor who was closest, signaling everyone to pass it around:

"Shen Wei, the current chairman of the Dongcheng Association, sixty-two years old. His defining features are graying hair, a thin face, and the ring finger of his left hand is missing a section."

"Right now, he is on the rooftop of the Silver Wing Building in the Jiangdong New Area."

"The people who kidnapped him are the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group."

Upon hearing this name, Old Chen, Feiying, and Hawkeye's pupils constricted slightly. Clearly, they had all heard of the notorious reputation of these madmen.

Fang Cheng turned a blind eye, his speaking speed extremely fast yet exceptionally clear:

"The enemy has four core combatants."

"Black Mamba, a Grade B Awakened, lean and tall with dark skin. His abilities are invisibility and extreme speed, and he frequently uses a pair of poison-coated daggers. He is a tricky assassin."

As he spoke, Fang Cheng shifted his gaze to the young man playing with a butterfly knife:

"Feiying, your speed is very fast. During the battle, I want you to specifically keep an eye on him and use all means to entangle him, leaving him no opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the others."

The butterfly knife spinning in Feiying's hand suddenly paused, and the corner of his mouth curved into an arc:

"Rest assured, Chairman, comparing speed? I've never lost to anyone in my life. Even if he can turn invisible, I can still pull out his pair of venomous fangs."

Fang Cheng was noncommittal and continued to introduce the identity profiles of the Blood Thorn members:

"Fire Dragon, Eastern European, characterized by red hair and green eyes. Strength evaluation is Grade B."

"This guy is an arsonist who can control high-temperature flames. His explosive power is very strong, but his endurance is average, and he is not good at close combat, so he often hides behind his teammates."

This time, Fang Cheng's gaze fell on Hawkeye:

"For this type of mage-like ability user, attack range is what they care about most."

"If a battle breaks out, Hawkeye, you need to lock onto the target immediately and conduct direct firepower suppression, leaving him no chance to chant spells and start fires."

Hawkeye did not speak, only hugging the instrument case in his arms and nodding slightly as a response.

Fang Cheng then looked at the slightly bitter-looking middle-aged uncle:

"Old Chen, you possess hyper-sensitized hearing and excel at locating positions through sound."

"You are responsible for support work in the team. During combat, your main job is to confirm enemy positions, issue timely early warnings, and cooperate with Feiying and Hawkeye to carry out targeted kills."

Old Chen nodded solemnly:

"Understood."

"Next, there is also a special member."

Fang Cheng's gaze then shifted to the brawny man who was even taller than him:

"This person's code name is Big Bear. He is a muscular monster 2.3 meters tall, seemingly with intellectual deficiencies, but his combat power is exceptionally formidable."

"Not only is he immensely strong and impervious to blades and guns, but he also has a penchant for cannibalism. He is extremely dangerous and currently evaluated as Grade A+."

"Pang Hu, this hard bone needs to be chewed by you. I do not need you to kill him, as long as you can withstand his frontal charge and buy time for the others."

Pang Hu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes holding both dread for a formidable enemy and a trace of excitement at meeting a match:

"A Grade A+ big guy... Fine! I also want to try whether his skin is hard, or my fists are hard."

Fang Cheng paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces as his tone became even more serious:

"Finally is their leader, code-named 'Masked Man'. This person wears a clown mask all year round, his appearance is unknown, and his abilities are unknown."

"However, according to the intelligence I have mastered, he possesses at least psychological bewitchment and control-type methods, capable of influencing people's minds through words, and even easily suppressing the Grade A+ Big Bear, so his strength can at least be positioned as Grade S."

"Professor, Xiaoya, leave this person to me to deal with, but you two must also pay extra attention and get ready."

"If you need to step in to resist the impact of the opponent's negative consciousness, I will issue instructions at any time."

The introduction of the mission objectives and enemy profiles concluded, and the back alley fell into a brief silence.

Everyone was lost in thought, quickly digesting this critical information.

Pang Hu and Feiying looked at each other in dismay, feeling quite surprised in their hearts.

Although they had just entered the industry not long ago, they also knew the importance of intelligence work.

For an international mercenary group with elusive movements like Blood Thorn, the official Special Investigation Team often could not even catch a glimpse of them.

Yet this young chairman knew everything about how many people they had, what their specific abilities were, and even their weaknesses, as if counting his family's treasures.

Could it be that the Illuminati had already built such a terrifying intelligence network just as it was founded?

Fang Cheng did not explain much.

This intelligence and information was naturally bought by him from Naihe Bridge for a hefty price of five million.

The Illuminati was newly established, and its foundation in all aspects was still thin. As long as a problem could be solved with money, it was a minor issue.

As the chairman, he would never let his subordinates risk unknown dangers to go die.

And making such targeted and detailed arrangements for this operation.

Was not only to demonstrate his command ability, but even more so to give these new members an opportunity to showcase their personalities and witness their strength and level firsthand.

"In addition to the four core members, the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group also secretly controls a small gang named the Flying Crane Gang. Their main headquarters is located on the top floor of the Silver Wing Building,"

After waiting quietly for a moment, Fang Cheng continued to speak:

"Therefore, this operation also requires cleaning up quite a few small fry."

"Now the tactical arrangement is as follows."

He immediately raised his wrist to check the time and quickly issued instructions:

"Professor, you take Xiaoya to guard the first-floor lobby and the underground parking garage exits of the building to prevent any escaping fish. If there is a situation, contact us immediately via the headset."

"Remember, once there is a change, prioritize ensuring the team's safety and do a good job of rendezvous and retreat work."

"Understood."

The Professor and Xiaoya nodded solemnly.

"As for you four..."

Fang Cheng turned his head to scan Pang Hu, Old Chen, Feiying, and Hawkeye:

"The identity you are playing now is helpers invited by the Dongcheng Association to rescue Chairman Shen. Take the elevator straight up, clear out the Flying Crane Gang members stationed here all the way, and attract their attention from the front."

Fang Cheng looked at the four of them with burning eyes:

"Can you do it?"

"As long as it is not asking us to go die, stalling them is completely no problem."

Feiying put on his duckbill cap, shrugged, and deliberately made a joke.

Pang Hu twisted his neck, making crisp cracking sounds, and likewise grinned:

"Rest assured, Chairman, as long as those grandsons are not driving a Gundam, I can lead the brothers and charge up."

"I can lock down that foreigner called Fire Dragon."

Hawkeye, who had always been reticent, suddenly spoke, his tone cold and hard yet carrying a sense of confidence.

At this moment he was opening the instrument case, taking out a heavy sniper rifle disassembled into parts from inside.

"Chairman, I have no problem either."

Old Chen appeared more cautious. After nodding in response, he asked an extra question:

"However, regarding the hostage... If we make too big of a commotion, what if the opponent kills the hostage?"

"There is no need to worry about this."

A sharp glint flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes:

"As for rescuing the hostage... I will go up from the back and make a move personally."

"Your mission is to strike straight at the core. Your methods must be clean and neat, your attitude as arrogant as possible, and try to draw all their line of sight to the front, which will be convenient for me to act."

"Remember, the focus of our mission this time is to save people, and killing people is secondary."

"Did you hear clearly?"

"Heard clearly."

Everyone responded in unison, voices low yet filled with Killing Intent.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and issued the final command:

"Now I give you one minute to check communications, weapons, and get ready for battle."

As the words fell, a crisp sound of equipment colliding suddenly rang out in the alley.

Hawkeye's fingers danced like playing the piano, assembling the black heavy sniper rifle within seconds, skillfully pulling the bolt and checking the firing pin.

Pang Hu felt out a pair of custom brass knuckles from behind his waist, put them on his hands, and tapped them together, producing a muffled dull sound.

Feiying tucked the dagger into his cuff, checking the slots for each flying knife on his belt to ensure smooth extraction.

Old Chen finished his last puff of smoke, then stubbed it out fiercely, taking a few smoke grenades from the car and stuffing them into his jacket pockets.

The Professor and Xiaoya put on their headsets, adjusting signal strength.

In the gloomy back alley, the slight buzzing sound of current occasionally rang out.

Gunpowder smoke had not yet risen, but a stern Killing Intent already permeated the air.

A few minutes later.

Late at night, Jinhai Road was still bustling with heavy traffic and brilliantly lit.

Fang Cheng led six Illuminati members, standing in the wide landscaped square, looking up ahead.

Standing in front of everyone was a skyscraper over three hundred meters high—the Silver Wing Building.

This commercial office building presented a standard geometric cubic structure, covered throughout with dark blue glass curtain walls.

The glowing LOGO on the top of the building loomed vaguely in the mist, rendering a cold white tone.

At the same time, on the hundreds-of-square-meters giant screen of the nearby department store building, a commercial for a major brand perfume was playing.

In the picture, an international supermodel blew a kiss at the camera, and a seductive voice echoed over the square:

"Violet, encounter your fatal temptation..."

Fang Cheng's gaze swept across the surroundings, and hearing this familiar melody, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Previously, when A-Le and the people from the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group were arguing over the phone, he took the opportunity to hide aside and listen intently.

Although separated by the unstable radio waves of the microphone, Fang Cheng still relied on his extraordinary hearing ability to keenly capture the unusual movement in the background sound.

That was the sharp whistling sound emitted when airflow passed through the edges and corners of the building at high speed and was cut open to form turbulence.

This clear and high-frequency sharp sound was simply impossible to appear on the ground where there were large occlusions.

Only at high altitudes of two to three hundred meters or more, where the wind speed was strong enough, coupled with a special architectural structure, would such a unique sound effect be formed.

For example, the metal frame of the LOGO erected on the top floor of the building.

More crucially, in the telephone background noise, Fang Cheng also heard a highly recognizable melody.

It was precisely the perfume commercial playing on a loop on the outer wall screen of that department store building near the Silver Wing Building at this moment.

The sound of the wind, the commercial sound, the office building with a helipad...

Combined with the intelligence obtained previously, it had already been confirmed that the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group had recently been active in the Jiangdong CBD New Area.

Through layer-by-layer screening like this, all clues finally converged perfectly, precisely locking onto the prey's lair.

That is, the Silver Wing Building before them, with sparse lights and seeming tranquility.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, his eyes instantly turning sharp.

He straightened the collar of his hooded sweatshirt, then raised his hand and made a gesture to the crowd behind him:

"Begin the operation."

Seeing this, the Professor quickly led Xiaoya back to the flower bed opposite the building.

The two pretended to be tourists enjoying the night view, but their eyes constantly and vigilantly scanned the entrances and exits of the building and the underground parking lot.

Pang Hu, Feiying, Old Chen, and Hawkeye looked at each other, then strode towards the revolving glass door at the front of the building.

Just as they stepped onto the steps, a rush of powerful footsteps suddenly came from behind.

The four of them instinctively looked back.

They saw that Fang Cheng did not walk toward any entrance, but instead rushed straight toward the smooth-as-a-mirror glass curtain wall on the side of the building.

"What is the Chairman doing..."

Pang Hu's question had not yet completely left his mouth when it was forcefully blocked back into his throat by the scene before him.

They saw that when Fang Cheng was still two meters away from the wall, his figure suddenly accelerated, leaping up abruptly like a big bird.

Then, drawing a black afterimage in the air, his entire body did not crash into the wall, but lightly pressed against it.

Looking closely, they discovered that Fang Cheng's five fingers were spread wide, pressing steadily onto the surface of the tempered glass.

As if the glass curtain wall, which was originally slippery and untappable, had become rougher than rough tree bark in his hands, providing incomparable grip.

The next second, Fang Cheng exerted force from his waist and abdomen, his back arched, and his limbs swung alternately.

Like a giant spider, he crawled rapidly upward along the vertical glass curtain wall.

"Scritch, scritch, scritch—"

Every time his fingertips hooked onto the glass, his figure would leverage force to dart upwards by several meters.

No hooks, no suction cups, no ropes.

He thus used the method of freehand climbing to challenge a skyscraper that ordinary people would shrink back from in fear.

The black hooded sweatshirt fluttered and rustled in the night wind.

The entire person transformed into a black stream of light, shuttling rapidly through the colorful neon reflections.

In just the blink of an eye, he had already climbed past the podium building tens of meters high, crossed the commercial sign at the bottom, and sped toward the invisible apex in the clouds.

On the ground, several new members stood dumbfounded in front of the revolving door, their necks tilted stiffly upward.

The bustling city noises around seemed to vanish completely at this moment.

In their eyes, there was only that black back walking on flat ground as if on a vertical precipice.

"My goodness..."

Pang Hu opened his mouth wide, that pair of bandit-like eyes staring round right now:

"Is... is this still a human? Could it be a spider spirit?"

Feiying swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

As an agility-type ability user, he had always been proud of his control over his body.

But looking at that figure climbing freehand at a height of a hundred meters at this moment, he only felt his scalp go numb.

Could it be that he did not need leverage points? That was glass!

Old Chen was likewise full of astonishment, muttering to himself:

"Turns out what the Chairman meant by 'go up from the back'... was this kind of going up? I thought we were taking the freight elevator..."

Hawkeye's expression also changed.

Through his eyes with enhanced vision, he could clearly see all the details.

Fang Cheng's fingers were like they were welded onto the glass surface, his whole body's muscles undulating like waves with the climbing movement.

Every movement was calm and incomparable, without the slightest hesitation, as if this building was not standing vertically, but laid flat on the ground.

That kind of Absolute Control over his body and the environment finally caused a trace of wavering in Hawkeye's proud heart.

Is this the world of Grade S?

"Stop daydreaming."

Hawkeye took the lead in withdrawing his gaze, pulling up his mask to cover the trace of shock deep in his eyes:

"The Chairman will be in position soon, we cannot hold him back."

The other three snapped out of it, taking a deep breath. The doubt in their eyes completely dissipated, replaced by a sense of excitement.

The four quickly turned around, stepping into the revolving glass door with murderous momentum.

By the flower bed opposite the building.

Xiaoya tilted her head up, looking at the back that had turned into a black dot, covering her mouth in shock:

"Uncle Ye... Is Chairman big brother Spider-Man?"

The Professor pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking at the figure merging into the night sky, a proud smile emerged:

"No, Xiaoya."

"He is destined to become our King."