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Chapter 208 Dark Night Murder

The garbage disposal plant late at night looks like a ruin forgotten by the city.

The street lights in the distance flickered with dim light in the haze, barely outlining the mountains of garbage around.

Everything was quiet, with only a few plastic bags shivering in the wind and chasing each other, making a rustling sound.

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Suddenly a strong wind blew and the plastic bag flew up into the air.

It was like a group of frightened black bats dancing in the air.

At the same time, a figure appeared like a black lightning, and quickly shuttled through the empty and dilapidated factory area under the cover of night.

After a few takeoffs and landings, it quickly appeared at the corner of the factory office building.

In the dim light, one could vaguely see that the person was wearing a black tight combat uniform.

The clothes were a little small and fit tightly to his sturdy body, outlining his muscles.

It seemed to contain infinite explosive power and could burst through the thin fabric at any time.

He wore a black tactical mask on his head, which looked like a dark and ferocious ghost face, emitting two faint lights in the darkness.

Behind the goggles, a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle vigilantly scanned the surrounding scene.

Wherever he looks, he seems to be able to see through all the hidden dangers and not miss any corner where threats may be lurking.

The cold wind in the middle of the night became more and more violent, and garbage bags were dancing in the sky, as if to completely tear the quiet atmosphere apart.

But the mysterious figure remained unmoved, just standing quietly against the wall, blending in with the dark environment around it.

The night was like a huge black curtain, wrapping the entire factory tightly.

Only a faint light could be seen on the top of the garbage disposal workshop.

The bean-sized halo flickered vigorously in the inky night, as if pointing out the way, and as if tempting intruders to step into unknown danger.

"It should be here..."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered secretly in his heart.

Then he bent down and quickly moved towards the connection between the workshop and the office building.

Like a cheetah walking at night, it has a nimble body, light steps, and every step is silent.

Based on previous observations, there should be a special passage here to enter the workshop.

Arriving at the target location, I squatted in the dark corner and looked up.

I saw a suspended corridor made of iron plates above my head, probably on the fifth floor, connecting the workshop and the office building.

At the entrance of the workshop, two figures were looming and faint voices were heard.

They leaned sideways, holding machetes in their hands, smoking to refresh themselves and talking in low voices.

He was vaguely complaining about having to stay outside in the wind on a cold winter night, and then he started telling some dirty jokes.

Fang Cheng pricked up his ears and listened for a moment, then turned to look around for ways to climb up.

The condition of the wall that comes into view is not optimistic.

There are no windows on this floor, so there is no support point like a windowsill for the body to leverage on.

And due to years of disrepair, accumulated water meanders down the walls, leaving large wet water marks, and covered with moss and black dirt everywhere.

When you touch it, the slippery touch feels like a layer of lubricant, and you may slip down if you are not careful.

Fang Cheng, however, looked calm as he scanned every inch of the wall.

Then he leaped up, and his hands landed as accurately as steel hooks on an exposed brick wall about three meters high, and he dug his fingers into the narrow gap.

At the same time, lightly press the toe of your shoe against the wall, and try to keep the movement as small as possible to avoid making too much noise.

After a brief pause, he suddenly exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and leaped up again, like an agile monkey, drawing a vigorous arc in the air and grabbing another tiny protrusion on the wall for leverage.

Just like that, relying on the powerful finger strength, he climbed up bit by bit and silently.

As the cold wind whistled past, the figure hidden in the dark continued to rise along the wall and was approaching the corridor on the fifth floor.

At this moment, the two burly men guarding the door were still unaware and were still chatting about dirty jokes.

There was an obscene smile on his face, and the smoke coming out of his mouth rose and swirled in the darkness, blurring his features.

Perhaps he thought that his position, high up on the fifth floor, was impregnable.

So they just stared in the direction of the office building opposite, not expecting someone to climb up the wall and hide under their feet like a ghost.

A cold light flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes. He seized the opportunity, flipped over suddenly, and jumped lightly onto the corridor.

As soon as he landed, his whole body was like a wound-up spring, he leaned forward and sprinted, attacking quickly with both hands.

Before the two strong men could recover from their laughter, hands had already covered their mouths, strangling their shouts in their throats.

Then, his ten fingers fell like hooks, grabbing the throat.

There were only two soft "click" sounds, and the whimpering sound seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared completely.

In an instant, the two men's bodies seemed to have their backbones pulled out and they instantly went limp.

From jumping onto the corridor to breaking the two men's necks, the whole process occurred without causing any ripples.

Fang Cheng's eyes were cold and his movements were extremely skillful. He controlled every bit of strength just right, like a precision-operated killing machine.

He successfully eliminated the sentry and gently placed the two bodies on the ground.

When Fang Cheng raised his head, he caught a glimpse of the surveillance camera installed in the office building opposite from the corner of his eye.

The camera was like a peeping eye, flashing a faint red light in the darkness, just enough to record the killing scene.

Without any hesitation, Fang Cheng immediately pulled out a black pistol equipped with a silencer from his tactical belt.

With a muffled "puff" sound, the surveillance camera high on the wall was instantly shattered, turning into a pile of useless fragments.

Then, Fang Cheng flashed and quickly entered the workshop, blending into the darkness.

The only evidence was that someone had been here and carried out a silent hunt before, with two corpses on the ground and a lingering smell of blood in the air.

At this moment, the dark workshop was like a ferocious beast waiting for its prey, quietly waiting for the intruder.

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There is no lighting in the monitoring room hidden somewhere in the factory.

In the darkness, rows of closed-circuit television screens emitted a cold glow, showing images from every corner of the workshop.

Suddenly, two of the images flashed violently one after another.

Then, there were two consecutive "pop" sounds, and the entire screen turned into a snowy snow screen, obviously destroyed by external force.

Two people, one sitting and one standing, looked at the failed surveillance screen.

Ghost reacted very quickly. As the second surveillance camera was destroyed, he grabbed the intercom with his slender and bony fingers, put it close to his mouth, and issued an order: "Everyone, please pay attention. The target has entered the network and appeared in Area C on the fifth floor. According to the trajectory of his movements, he is expected to go to Area B or Area D."

"Team one will guard the hostages. If there is any abnormality, they will be killed along with the hostages. Team two and team three will be divided into small groups to conduct a dragnet search with the fifth floor staircase as the center. They will be responsible for catching rats!"

Every word in this combat order was filled with cold murderous intent.

After saying this, the ghost raised his head, a slightly proud expression appearing on his face.

"My team once participated in the International Falcon Military Competition as a private security company and won first place. In terms of strength, each of them is the elite among the elites. They are not comparable to those gang members. No one can easily repel such an all-round double-team attack."

Out of trust in the abilities of his subordinates, he seemed to have seen scenes of the target surrendering or being killed.

The hooded man stood aside, his eyes stern, and his voice hoarse as he agreed:

"I really want to see what special abilities this legendary murderer has that makes him dare to provoke our Noah organization."

With a series of "understood" replies coming from the intercom, a game of cat and mouse officially kicked off in the factory shrouded in darkness.

Inside the workshop, pipes and equipment are intricately intertwined, with shadows overlapping one another, like natural traps.

In the corridor, the sound of footsteps on the concrete floor and steel frame structure kept echoing, making the atmosphere more tense.

The cameras with infrared night vision capabilities are like sleepless eyes, clearly showing every corner of the factory.

The scene in the picture presents a strange and cold tone.

Beneath this seemingly calm surface, there are actually unpredictable dangers lurking.

It's like the brief calm before the storm, which makes people feel creepy.

The ghost and the hooded man watched every surveillance video intently.

His eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate the screen and capture every move of the intruder.

But after experiencing the strange noise when breaking in before, the mysterious figure seemed to completely blend into the darkness and disappeared completely.

Rows of CCTV screens flickered with dim lights, showing only empty corridors, silent workshops, and patrolling and searching team members and gang members.

But there was no sign of the intruder.

On one of the TV screens, three fully equipped team members wearing infrared night vision goggles were walking carefully along the corridor.

They moved in tight steps, holding assault rifles in both hands, ready to fight at any time, their eyes moving around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a ghostly black shadow flashed behind.

The black shadow suddenly jumped out from the shadows beside it at a speed that was almost impossible for people to react. It stretched out its arms like iron clamps and grabbed the shoulder of the last member of the team.

Before the team member could make any sound, the black shadow pulled him hard and dragged him into the darkness. The movement was clean and neat, without making any unnecessary sound.

The two elite team members walking in front were unaware of this and continued to walk forward at their original pace, completely unaware that the team was missing one person.

The ghost caught this scene in time, his face twitched for a moment, and he immediately picked up the intercom and shouted:
"Everyone, please pay attention. The last member of group six in corridor number two in area B has lost contact. The target is hiding here. Other teams should close in here in an orderly manner."

The command was quickly spread through the intercom, and the pursuers distributed throughout the workshop received the message.

Upon hearing this, the two team members at the scene turned around immediately, their nerves instantly tense.

Their eyes swept around and finally stopped at an equipment operating cabinet placed in the corner.

The light here is the dimmest, and the outline of the operating cabinet appears particularly blurry in the darkness, as if hiding some secrets.

The two then cooperated with each other in a well-trained manner and gradually approached each other.

One of them quickly raised his gun and aimed, with the black muzzle pointing at the operating cabinet, his finger tightly on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

The other person stepped forward cautiously, taking slow steps, each step seeming to be in rhythm with his own heartbeat.

He stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the door handle of the operating cabinet, with sweat oozing out of his palms.

With a "click", the cabinet door was opened, and it was empty inside.

Just some messy wires, old tools and miscellaneous items.

"No?"

The team member who came forward to check spoke softly, with a hint of doubt and uneasiness in his voice.

The ghost and the hooded man in front of the screen also saw the same situation.

The two of them couldn't help but whisper to each other, with an ominous premonition in their hearts.

Could it be that they made a serious mistake in their judgment and the shadow they just saw was just an illusion?

At this moment, the ghost's pupils shrank and he shouted anxiously:

"Be careful, above your heads..."

Before he finished his words, a black shadow swooped down from the ceiling like a ghost.

He landed directly behind the team member who was aiming his gun, and stretched out his left hand like a steel clamp, accurately locked the opponent's throat, and twisted it violently.

With a crisp "crack", the cervical vertebrae broke and the team member lost his voice instantly and fell to the ground.

At this time, the ghost's reminder had just been issued.

The team member who went forward to check the operating cabinet was suddenly startled and turned around with his gun raised.

After the black shadow killed one target with lightning speed, it quickly approached the second target without any pause.

The team member's performance was also extremely outstanding. He reacted immediately and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the bullet flew past the black shadow.

The black shadow's shoulders shook slightly, and he dodged the bullet with an extreme posture.

Almost at the same time, he approached him, clenched his right fist, and punched out from bottom to top, hitting the team member's jaw.

The hook punch had a force of at least a thousand pounds, shattering the team member's jaw. The whole person flew backwards and hit the operating cabinet hard, killing him on the spot.

The black shadow was like the god of death descending in the dark night. In less than two seconds, it killed two elite pursuer team members with its bare hands.

Even killing chickens and dogs would probably not be that easy.

The black shadow then stopped, looked around, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Through the goggles on the mask, the slightly reddish eyes were like a materialized sharp blade.

It was as if this carefully arranged workshop was not a dangerous place full of dangers, but a bloody killing ground specially built for him.

The murderous aura emanating from his body made the ghost and the hooded man in front of the surveillance camera feel a chill in their hearts.

At this time, other team members also arrived one after another and slowly surrounded them from both ends of the corridor.

"Everyone, be alert. The target is a martial arts expert and is very fast. Do not engage him in close combat. Keep your distance and suppress him with fire. Pay special attention to the direction above your head..."

The instructions issued by the ghost through the walkie-talkie have not yet completely dissipated in the ears of the team members.

The masked man had disappeared like a demon, blending into the surrounding darkness again without leaving any trace.

(End of this chapter)