560: Chapter 560 You're a perverted demon, let's fall into hell together!

Chapter 560: You Are a Perverted Demon, Let's Fall into Hell Together

Jiangdong District, Jinhai Road.

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Skyscrapers hundreds of meters tall stood close together, piercing straight into the night sky.

On the giant LED curtain wall, an international supermodel holding a new perfume smiled brightly at passersby.

Glamorous neon lights and billboards intertwined and flashed, dyeing the city in dazzling colors.

Above these brilliant lights, a black armed helicopter dragging billowing thick smoke cut through the bustling, noisy night sky.

It was like a vulture whose head had been blasted away by a shotgun, with its nose severely caved in and its tail rotor stalled.

The huge fuselage lost control, vibrating violently in the air, and with a chaotic Flight trajectory, it plunged headfirst toward the ground.

Inside the cabin, red warning lights flashed rapidly.

The special operations team members were thrown off balance by centrifugal force.

Some people were even thrown out of their safety seats, crashing back and forth against the bulkhead like rolling gourds, with screams rising one after another.

In the center of this spinning chaos, only one figure remained motionless.

Fang Cheng's feet seemed to have grown roots, firmly nailed to the inclined cabin floor.

He was naked, and his steel-like bulging muscle lines still exuded astonishing heat.

Golden light flames wrapped in wisps of white smoke lingered around his body without dispersing.

That pale white ghost mask was illuminated fiery red by the warning lights, making it look even more ferocious and terrifying.

He stood there calmly, looking down at the elite soldiers trapped in panic beneath his feet.

Resembling a demon god who had just smashed through the gates of Hell and broken into the mortal world.

A soldier who was thrown to his feet struggled to get up, and happened to come face to face with Fang Cheng.

"Mo… Monster!!"

He retreated in panic, raised the assault rifle hanging on his chest, and was about to pull the trigger.

Fang Cheng didn't even look, spread his five fingers, and reached out.

Just at the moment when the bullet was about to leave the chamber, his broad palm directly covered the muzzle brake, blocking the muzzle.

Bang!

With a muffled explosion, the tongues of fire spewing from the muzzle stopped abruptly.

The high-pressure propellant gas with nowhere to vent instantly exploded inside the barrel.

The fragile receiver couldn't handle this chamber pressure at all and shattered on the spot.

Countless small metal fragments splashed backward, blowing the soldier's hands holding the gun into a bloody mess.

"Ahhh—"

The soldier screamed repeatedly, dropped his weapon, and rolled on the ground holding his bleeding palms.

Fang Cheng grabbed the already deformed barrel, and his fingertips pinched hard like iron pliers.

Creak!

Accompanied by a teeth-gritting sound, the barrel made of high-grade steel was easily twisted into a twist shape by him.

Fang Cheng casually threw the scrap iron aside and spread his palm.

Looking at a layer of gunpowder soot covering it, he gently blew a breath.

The soot drifted away, revealing intact skin without even a red mark left.

Seeing this scene, the other two soldiers were so frightened that they sat flat on the ground, trembling all over, losing even the courage to draw their guns.

Captain Hu in the pilot seat raised his head with difficulty, his face covered in blood and filth, looking extremely disheveled.

When he finally saw the mask worn on the other person's face, his entire body suddenly stiffened, as if his heart had been pierced by an electric current.

A piece of intelligence regarding an S-class superhuman wanted criminal instantly flooded into his mind.

White ghost mask… terrifying physical strength… extremely brutal killing methods…

"White… White Owl?!"

Captain Hu's voice trembled, squeezing out a question from his throat:

"You are that White Owl who slaughtered more than two hundred people of the Red Tiger Gang and single-handedly wiped out the Dongdu Branch of the Noah Organization?!"

Fang Cheng tilted his head, the ruby eye sockets on the mask flashing with a cold luster.

"Oh?"

"So my reputation has already become this big?"

Getting this near-affirmative reply, the fear in Captain Hu's eyes grew even thicker.

He knew very well what this code name represented.

It was said that this was a killing machine with no humanity whatsoever, holding grudges over the smallest things, a total perverted demon.

"Misunderstanding! This is really a misunderstanding!"

Captain Hu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said incoherently:

"If it's you, Lord White Owl… we can find a place to sit down and peace-talk, our military very much appreciates your strength."

"No matter what conditions you want, money? Status? Or an amnesty order? I can help you apply for it from above!"

"Want to talk now? Too late."

Fang Cheng's voice remained calm, unable to tell joy or anger:

"Not late! Not late at all!"

Captain Hu was about to cry from anxiety, and quickly explained:

"We don't have a deep hatred between us, as long as you spare me…"

Before his words finished.

Fang Cheng's figure flashed, instantly crossing a two-meter distance, and his right hand grabbed Captain Hu's neck like iron pliers.

"Cough cough… Let… Let go…"

Captain Hu's feet left the ground, frantically beating that arm, his face turning into a liverish color.

The other party's speed and strength were simply too formidable.

As a special operations captain who had injected strengthening serum, he actually had no power to resist, as fragile as a little chick.

At this moment, he completely lost his previous arrogance and peerlessness, and his eyes were filled with fear in the face of death.

"Don't kill me… Only I can control this airplane… Without me… Everyone will die…"

But Fang Cheng remained unmoved.

He just quietly looked at this special forces officer, just like looking at an insignificant bug struggling in his palm.

"You… You lunatic!!"

Feeling the force on his throat getting larger and larger, Captain Hu finally collapsed, roaring hysterically:

"Falling from hundreds of meters… You won't survive either! We will all turn into minced meat!!"

"That is the problem I need to consider."

Fang Cheng said indifferently, his fingers suddenly tightening.

Snap.

The crisp sound of bone cracking was drowned out in the huge roar of airflow.

At the same time, the helicopter completely lost its last lift and began to spin and fall at an accelerated rate.

"Warning! Warning! Altitude too low! Pull up immediately!"

The cold synthetic electronic voice of the onboard computer, the harsh stall warning sound, and the sizzling sound of hydraulic oil pipe bursting mixed into a ball.

The huge centrifugal force threw everything inside the cabin in all directions.

The remaining three soldiers, various instrument fragments, bullet casings, and the battered corpse of the Masked Man flew around chaotically inside the cabin.

Only Fang Cheng's feet seemed to have grown roots on the cabin floor, holding Captain Hu's corpse with one hand, his body standing as motionless as a mountain.

Even in such a desperate situation, his breathing remained frighteningly steady.

Through the shattered cockpit glass, one could see the outside world seemed to have turned upside down.

The glass curtain wall of the Silver Wing Building flashed past before his eyes, clearly reflecting the smoking fuselage.

Neon lights flickered, and the wild wind howled.

The hustle and bustle of the city seemed exceptionally distant at this moment.

The entire helicopter, carrying the living and the dead, spiraled downward continuously, as if about to plunge into the deepest part of Hell.

...

On the landscape plaza at the bottom of the Silver Wing Building.

Professor raised his head, his black-framed lenses reflecting that huge dark shadow falling rapidly.

Xiaoya beside him even covered her mouth, her long eyelashes unable to stop trembling.

"That is…"

Xiaoya's voice got stuck in her throat.

"Retreat quickly!"

Professor reacted extremely quickly, grabbed Xiaoya's arm, and pulled her to dash behind a concrete pillar in the distance to hide.

Rumble—

A heaven-shaking loud noise interrupted all exclamation.

The steel wreckage weighing several tons fiercely smashed into the fountain pool in the center of the plaza.

The terrifying shockwave mixed with metal fragments and burning aviation kerosene instantly swept across tens of meters around.

The marble ground shattered, and the landscape trees were snapped in half.

Several cars parked on the side of the road wailed with their alarms, and were even overturned to the ground by the air wave.

Passersby on the distant street stopped in panic and looked over one after another.

Some screamed and fled, while more people raised their mobile phones, excitedly filming the mushroom cloud rushing up.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and this plane crash disaster did not affect innocent citizens.

Flames soared into the sky, and heatwaves rolled.

In the center of the flames hot enough to melt steel, steady footsteps suddenly came.

Tap, tap, tap.

The flames seemed to have spirituality and automatically parted to both sides.

A tall figure, stepping on the glowing red steel wreckage all over the ground, walked out slowly.

He was naked all over, wearing only a pair of red underwear.

On his muscular lines, golden light flames flowed.

Resembling high-grade steel just forged and formed from a melting furnace, exuding a suffocating sense of power.

Some places were even stained with burning fuel.

But he didn't care at all, a casual wipe extinguished the flames just like dusting off dirt.

That ultimate masculine aesthetic of virility, combined with that pale and ferocious ghost mask, formed a heart-palpitating aesthetic of violence.

After taking a few steps, the golden light flames shrouding his whole body also faded and disappeared.

By virtue of the roaring burning helicopter wreckage behind him, one could clearly see that his skin was as smooth as before.

Not only were there no burns, but not even a tiny scratch could be found.

"This… How is this possible?"

Xiaoya widened her almond eyes, her brain going completely blank.

Falling from a high altitude of hundreds of meters, and still in the center of the explosion, not even his skin was scratched?

Professor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.

He quickly stepped forward, his gaze lingering on that mask for a moment, and asked in a deep voice:

"President, is the mission over?"

Fang Cheng did not stop, his gaze sweeping across the increasingly gathering crowd around, his voice calm:

"Get ready, evacuate immediately."

Having said that, his figure flickered, and his feet suddenly exerted force.

The whole person, like a nimble gecko, instantly rushed toward the smooth glass curtain wall of the Silver Wing Building.

Using both hands and feet, he gripped the metal frame of the curtain wall, surging upwards by more than ten meters with every exertion of force.

Under the horrified gaze of passersby, with a few bounds, he disappeared into the darkness at the top of the building.

On the rooftop.

The three members of the Illuminati who were originally hiding in the doorway were now lying on the railing at the edge of the rooftop, leaning half their bodies out to look down.

They saw the earth-shattering crash scene just now very clearly.

"Goodness…"

Pang Hu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at the firelight on the ground and the figure rapidly soaring upward along the curtain wall, his eyes full of awe:

"President… did he really take that thing down?"

Feiying beside him was also in a daze, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg.

Just a few minutes ago, they witnessed with their own eyes how Fang Cheng withstood the fierce firepower of the armed helicopter head-on, and how he jumped into the cabin like a Heavenly God descending to earth, engaging the enemy in close-quarters hand-to-hand combat.

That series of brilliant operations completely exceeded their cognitive scope of superhuman combat.

"Looks like I finally followed the right person…"

Old Chen muttered to himself, his hand holding the railing trembling slightly.

His heart was like stormy waves rising, hard to calm down for a long time.

As they were speaking, that figure climbing the building with bare hands soared into the air like a roc, smoothly crossed the rooftop railing, and landed steadily in front of everyone.

"President!"

The three of them trembled all over and immediately straightened their waists.

At this moment, the way they looked at Fang Cheng was no longer looking at a strong person, but at a god.

Fang Cheng took off his mask and swept his gaze around:

"Where is Hawkeye?"

"He went to the security room downstairs."

Old Chen hurriedly stepped forward and reported:

"He said tonight's surveillance footage of the building must be cleared, and all hard drives must be physically destroyed."

Fang Cheng nodded, praising inwardly.

This was the professionalism of a professional, able to think ahead without being told.

"Clean up the scene, we are ready to evacuate."

Then looking at the messy scene environment all over the ground, he frowned slightly and said:

"The commotion just now was too big, the police will arrive soon."

"Also, Pang Hu, go release all the people locked in the cages and take them with you."

"Yes!"

Old Chen, Feiying, and Pang Hu dared not delay and quickly began the cleaning work.

But trouble followed closely behind.

The ground was covered with bloodstains left by the previous battle, some belonging to the members of the Illuminati, and some left by the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group and the Flying Crane Gang.

If the police collected their blood samples, it was very likely that their identities would be exposed because of this.

The two couldn't find a mop, and could only take off their jackets to wipe futilely, with pitifully low efficiency.

Fang Cheng picked up his messenger bag from behind the cooling tower base, saw this scene, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Too slow.

His gaze swept suddenly, looking at the large stainless steel water tanks standing around the rooftop, and he had an idea in his heart.

Then he bent down and picked up a few pieces of concrete fragments the size of fists.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

His arms waved continuously, and the fragments shot out like cannonballs.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by a few loud bangs of metal bursting, the bottoms of the four huge water tanks were pierced in turn.

Splash—

Dozens of tons of clear water gushed out, instantly turning into a torrent that swept across the entire rooftop.

The turbulent water flow washed the ground, rolling all the bloodstains, minced meat, and gunpowder smoke and dust into the drainage ditch all at once.

In just half a minute, the entire rooftop was washed clean, leaving only corpses and water stains all over the ground.

Feiying and Old Chen stopped the actions in their hands, looked at this scene, exchanged glances, and both saw a capitalized word of "admiration" in each other's eyes.

Simple, crude, and efficient.

At this time, Pang Hu dragged a person over from the corner and asked for instructions:

"President, how should this guy be dealt with?"

Fang Cheng looked down.

That person had a symbolic head of red hair, precisely the remaining member of the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group, Fire Dragon.

This guy was extremely unlucky.

Although he wasn't in the center of that indiscriminate firepower coverage from the helicopter just now, he was still riddled with holes by flying shrapnel and gravel.

There were at least three blood holes bleeding on his body, his breath was weak, and he was on the verge of dying.

Seeing Fang Cheng's cold gaze cast over, Fire Dragon shuddered all over, and his desire to survive made him extend a bloody hand like a flash in the pan, grabbing Fang Cheng's ankle tightly:

"Save… Save me…"

While coughing up blood, he begged:

"I know the Masked Man's bank password… I have always managed that money… It's an overseas bearer account…"

"As long as you save me… the money… is all yours…"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow.

The net worth of an S-class expert like the Masked Man was definitely not a small amount.

"Take him with us."

Fang Cheng turned his head and instructed Old Chen:

"Find a reliable underground clinic later. Whether he can survive depends on his own fate."

"Understood."

Old Chen didn't say a second word, carrying Fire Dragon on his shoulder like carrying a sack of grain.

Woo—woo—

The shrill siren sound faintly came from the distant block, and it was getting closer and closer.

Fang Cheng's eyes condensed, taking a final look at this messy battlefield, and waved his hand to order:

"Retreat!"