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Chapter 211: Leap, Mission Impossible

Two steel cables connecting the suspension bridge are suspended in mid-air.

After years of wear and tear and moisture, it has become covered in rust, the extent of which is shocking, as if it would break with a slight pull.

Looking from a distance, it appears vaguely in the dim light, almost blending into the pitch-black well.

Fang Cheng's bullets hit the surface of the two ropes one after another with the accuracy of a sniper rifle.

The wire rope shook violently as if it was hit by a heavy hammer.

Large pieces of reddish-brown rust fell off layer by layer like scabs.

The already precarious suspension bridge began to tremble, making it seem even more on the verge of death.

It seemed that in the next second, the already thin and fragile rope would be unable to bear the weight and break.

Then, the suspension bridge and the hostages on it fell into the endless dark abyss.

Ma Donghyuk was tied to a chair, stunned by Fang Cheng's series of bold and crazy actions.

As sparks flew, the thin ropes twisted into steel cables broke one by one.

Even though he was extremely brave, he couldn't help but scream like a pig out of fear.

Fang Cheng's eyes were stern, and the gun in his hand was still aimed steadily.

Every time the trigger is pulled, the bullet shoots out like lightning.

It passes through the air filled with gunfire and bullets, lighting up short and dazzling tracks in the darkness.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Bullets continuously hit the two steel ropes like a string of arrows, gradually drilling through the rope strands.

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

Finally, only a thin strand of rope remained supporting the two steel cables.

Moreover, under the load of gravity, the remaining thin rope also made a creepy "creaking" sound.

The sound was like the approaching footsteps of death, and each sound struck Ma Donghe's heart hard.

His breathing stopped suddenly and his muscles became stiff. He could only watch the steel wire rope that could break at any time, waiting for his fate of falling into the abyss.

At this critical moment, Fang Cheng had already slid quickly to the connection between the suspension bridge and the walkway.

Then he suddenly lifted up the iron gate, leaped forward like a cheetah, and jumped directly onto the shaky suspension bridge.

Bang!

The suspension bridge shook violently.

It was already fragile, and under the dual pressure of its own gravity and Ma Donghe's weight, it was already shaky.

Now with the addition of a strong man running and carrying the iron gate, the burden suddenly increases.

The thin rope that remained could not bear the weight and uttered a groan that was even more miserable than before, as if a tortured woman was making her final protest.

This sudden scene made Ma Dong Hyuk stunned for a moment. His mind went blank and only one sentence echoed wildly in his heart:
Brother, do you want to be buried with me?

clang! clang! clang! clang! clang!
Bullets poured down on the iron gate like a violent rain of fire.

Fang Cheng rushed towards Ma Donghe who was tied to the top of the suspension bridge regardless of everything.

Bang, bang!
Finally, the steel wire rope that had been stretched to its limit could no longer withstand the damage and broke completely with two crisp sounds.

The rope quickly fell off the pulley.

As a result, the suspension bridge lost the power to maintain its balance, and suddenly began to tilt from the top and fell down.

Ma Dong Hyuk, who was tied tightly with ropes, was terrified and his body began to tilt along with the suspension bridge.

The legs of the chair slid across the bridge, making a sharp, piercing scratching sound, as if it was making a desperate struggle before falling into the abyss.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng simply threw away the iron door that was used as a shield.

He took a deep breath, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly, like a powerful spring about to eject, compressed to the limit, and then exploded to the limit.

wow——

With the help of the "ape waist" and "elasticity" special effects, Fang Cheng burst out with amazing strength and accelerated again.

His figure seemed to turn into a black phantom gust of wind, and every step seemed to be a race with death.

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

Bullets whizzed past ears, leaving behind dazzling streaks of light and shadow, like a grand and deadly fireworks show.

The suspension bridge gradually tilted and collapsed in the chaos, and broken wooden boards scattered like snowflakes.

Ma Dong Hyuk's eyes widened as if they were about to burst from their sockets as he stared at Fang Cheng who was rushing towards him.

The tied-up body slid down the chair inch by inch, raised its head, and fell backwards.

His heart had stopped beating, as if it was being grabbed by an invisible hand.

The beads of sweat on his forehead fell down like beads that had broken off the string, and slowly moved in the air.

His mouth was wide open, but fear clenched his throat, making it difficult for him to make a sound.

The whole world was spinning, as if it had fallen into a silent silence.

Darkness is like a tide, swallowing up and drowning this isolated island and the people living on it.

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

Fang Cheng suddenly exhaled and shouted, like a rolling thunder, shattering the dead silence in the air.

In an instant, the sounds of gunfire and shouting came again, and the whole world returned to normal.

With bullets raining down from behind him, Fang Cheng leaped resolutely into the huge dark well hole as if diving from a high platform.

His figure instantly drew a thrilling arc in the air, and his arms stretched out rapidly like steel.

Snapped!
One hand reached out and firmly grasped the leg of the falling chair that Ma Dong Hyuk was sitting on.

Bang!

Then, the other hand stretched upwards like a pair of pliers and accurately grasped the iron frame at the end of the suspension bridge.

Crunch————

The remaining frame of the suspension bridge was pulled by the sudden gravity, like an injured arm swinging, and it swung towards the cave wall with Fang Cheng, who was trying his best, and Ma Donghe, whose life was hanging by a thread.

The wind was howling, as if countless vengeful spirits were crying and wandering in this empty and dark space.

The foul and pungent miasma flowed silently and freely like thick ink, wrapping around the neck in a chilly manner.

In this suffocating darkness, a window glass is faintly visible, like a ray of light shining through the darkness.

Fang Cheng's pupils shrank slightly as he leaped into the air. His sight was as sharp as an eagle's. He locked onto the target that was flickering with light below and waited silently.

As the suspension bridge swung wildly, the top part swung toward the cave wall, and the angle gradually approached 45 degrees.

The time has come!

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he took another deep breath. The muscles in his right arm suddenly tensed up and swelled rapidly to the point where they were almost about to burst through his clothes.

With the tremendous power that burst out in an instant, his fingers tightly grasped the legs of the chair.

Like a powerful catapult, Ma Donghe, who was tied to a chair, was thrown towards the window that held life.

Banglanglang——

A loud bang broke the silence in the darkness. Ma Donghe smashed the window with great force, and glass fragments flew everywhere like snowflakes.

At the same time, relying on his powerful air-staying ability, Fang Cheng followed closely behind him, rushed into the wide open doorway, and rolled on the ground a few times.

After the buffer, Fang Cheng quickly stood up and scanned the surrounding scene with a sharp gaze.

What comes into view is a slightly old and messy space.

This looks like a workshop passage somewhere on the second floor.

On both sides of the corridor, there are many rusty gas pipes crisscrossing each other, and occasionally a faint "hissing" sound can be heard.

In addition, various discarded equipment were scattered everywhere, some of which had broken shells and exposed internal parts, like piles of abandoned wreckage.

Fang Cheng calmed himself down, turned around, and looked out of the broken window.

A loud cry of surprise was heard from the top floor of the workshop on the sixth floor.

The ambushers ran to the edge of the well hole one after another, all with nervous expressions, their guns pointed downwards, and they fired tentatively. Every bullet fired was accompanied by a brief flash of fire and a sharp sound, which echoed in the empty and dark pit.

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

Fang Cheng didn't pay much attention to the threat from above and looked down along the cave wall.

This well hole, which is specially used for degrading garbage, is incredibly deep and is actually dug directly underground.

From here to the bottom, it is estimated to be more than forty meters high.

The pitch-black pit was like the mouth of a giant beast from the abyss, swallowing up everything that fell into it.

Deep and shallow mosses and dirt, like mottled traces left by time, tell of the desolation and danger of this place.

"It's not easy..."

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

Looking back on the entire process of the risky rescue just now, it was a thrilling journey.

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

These include the distance from the door to the suspension bridge, the speed required when running, and the swing angle and distance from the window when the suspension bridge falls down after the wire rope breaks.

All of this must be done accurately and linked together to ensure that there are no omissions in the final action and that one can successfully escape from this desperate situation where one is surrounded by heavy gunfire and cannot escape.

"Holy shit, shit, shit..."

Ma Donghe lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, gasping for breath and moaning continuously.

At this moment, it seemed that the only way for him to vent the fear that was surging in his heart like waves was by swearing.

Hearing Ma Dong Hyuk's shout, Fang Cheng immediately turned around.

When my eyes fell on the shocking wounds on his body, I suddenly felt pain in my thighs and back.

I reached out and touched it, but there was no blood.

In the melee of gunfire just now, the enemy's firepower was too fierce and the coverage area was too wide.

Even though he used the iron door as a shield and tried his best to dodge, several bullets still took advantage of the opportunity to get in and hit his body.

Fortunately, I had a strong physique and was wearing a bulletproof combat uniform, so I was not seriously injured by the gunshot. At most I only had some bruises and swelling.

Fang Cheng turned to check the injuries on Ma Dong Hyuk's body. Apart from a few old wounds, fortunately, he was not hit by a stray bullet again.

However, because the ropes were cutting into his flesh, after he struggled, several clotted wounds broke open even more hideously, and blood continued to seep out, staining the ropes red.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately stepped forward, grabbed the rope that tied Ma Dong Hyuk, and suddenly exerted force with both hands.

Boom, boom.

With a few crisp sounds, the ropes that bound her were instantly torn into several pieces and scattered on the ground.

The broken chair also fell apart completely, turning into a pile of broken wooden boards.

Ma Donghe suddenly felt his whole body relax and he let out a long sigh, his eyes wide open, the fear in his heart seemed not to have completely faded away.

The whole person was like a fish that had just jumped out of the water, his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and his legs and feet were involuntarily weak.

It took him a while to recover, and he muttered:

"Ah Cheng, can you please not play such exciting games in the future? I'm about to have a heart attack!"

Fang Cheng heard this and said with a smile:
"Do you want to be kidnapped again in the future?"

Ma Donghe was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and was about to speak to express his gratitude to Fang Cheng.

At this moment, Fang Cheng's ears twitched slightly, as if he had caught some subtle movement, and suddenly raised his hand to signal:

"Stop talking and follow me."

Then, he lifted Ma Donghe up with both hands and took him to the other end of the workshop.

The two moved quickly in the dark, bypassing the criss-crossing pipes.

When the footsteps fell, they tried not to make any sound, as if blending into the dark and silent environment.

He sneaked along like this until he reached an inconspicuous duty room in the corner.

Fang Cheng gently pushed the door open, walked in sideways, and then helped Ma Donghe to a more secluded place in the house and instructed:

“Dong Hyuk, just hide here and don’t make any noise. I’ll take you out when I come back.”

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

"Ah Cheng, they are outnumbered and have guns in their hands. It's too dangerous. Why don't we sneak out while it's still dark? Those people may not be able to catch up with us."

His face was full of worry. He knew very well that the so-called Noah organization was powerful and brutal, and he really didn't want Fang Cheng to go into danger alone.

"Danger?"

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he replied casually: "Kill them all, then we will be safe."

Ma Dong Hyuk's eyes widened upon hearing this, his gaze full of concern and responsibility for his friend:

"Then I'll go with you. Even though I'm injured, I'm still very tough."

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest, trying to prove that what he said was true.

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

"I can handle those people by myself, just heal your wounds."

Although the words were somewhat teasing, they revealed an unquestionable tone.

Ma Donghe wanted to say something else, but when he saw Fang Cheng's determined eyes, he swallowed the words back.

He knew that once this guy made a decision, nothing could change it.

I had no choice but to nod silently and pray in my heart that Fang Cheng would return safely.

....................................

Inside the monitoring room, the light grew dimmer.

Several rows of closed-circuit televisions almost all turned into snow screens, with messy white dots flashing continuously.

Only one TV screen remained stable, continuously transmitting real-time images recorded by the surveillance camera.

The picture shows a chaotic gunfight on the top floor of the workshop.

Bullets flew, flames splashed, and there was that shocking leap.

The ghost sat quietly in front of the monitoring desk, staring at the screen.

Everything that just happened was like playing out in an extremely exciting action movie.

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

"Haha, he is indeed a master..."

The ghost's mouth curled up, and there was a gleam in the depths of his eyes, as if a hunter had found a very challenging prey.

Then, he quickly picked up the intercom and gave instructions in a stern tone:

"Everyone, please pay attention. Once you find any trace of the target, report to me immediately. No mistakes!"

Then, the ghost stood up swiftly, put on a skull mask, and exuded a dangerous aura.

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

After saying that, he strode out the door.

Seeing this, the hooded man quickly asked:

"You go deal with him, what should I do?"

"Stay here and check the surveillance. If you have any news, notify me."

The ghost didn't even turn around. After saying this, his figure disappeared into the darkness and soon disappeared outside the door.

The hooded man's gaze returned to the surveillance screen, which only had one picture.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't hold back the urge in his heart, and quickly followed.

(End of this chapter)