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Dongdu Port, cargo terminal.

Shipping containers piled up like mountains, crisscrossing like a maze, blocking outside prying eyes.

A convoy of four cargo trucks drove slowly at low speed, seemingly trying to maintain a low profile.

However, the roaring engine sound still wantonly broke the silent and quiet atmosphere.

In the darkness, a beam of flashlight swayed in the distance.

Following the direction indicated by the light, the convoy drilled into an alley composed of huge containers and slowly drove past.

After turning several corners in succession, a brightly lit scene suddenly appeared in front of them.

It was a warehouse with a large area, and a dozen strong men in black suits and wearing headsets patrolled back and forth at the entrance.

After the convoy arrived at its destination, the truck doors were opened with a crash, and then another group of people jumped down.

These people were armed with weapons such as micro submachine guns and light machine guns, all of which were real weapons with fierce firepower.

At first glance, they didn't look like proper cargo company escorts, but more like a group of vicious bandits.

"The main branch is finally willing to send more people over, but those two protectors are not here..."

Wu Shihhao leaned against the window, looked down at the scene below, and muttered to himself.

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? It's enough to have the two of us here!"

A slightly arrogant voice came from behind him.

A young man in a black tights, holding a samurai sword in both hands, was practicing moves in the air.

Although his sword-wielding movements were slow, the blade still produced a harsh trembling sound as it cut through the air.

A muscular strong man who looked like a bodybuilder was sitting on the sofa next to him, with his legs crossed, drinking red wine, and grinning:

"I'm quite looking forward to that hidden killer from the Three Wolves Gang, I hope he won't disappoint me too much..."

His calm and comfortable appearance made it seem like he was here on vacation.

Wu Shihhao shook his head helplessly to himself.

These two were not his subordinates, but were sent by the main branch to supervise the work, their main responsibility being to ensure the safety of the goods.

That is, those girls, and—that 'experimental subject'.

Thinking of this.

Wu Shihhao couldn't help but turn his gaze to a large glass container, which looked like a coffin, placed in the center of the room.

This was a private office located on the third floor of the warehouse.

Including office areas, reception rooms, and living quarters, it was not only fully equipped, but also very well-defended.

Wu Shihhao had been living here for two days.

In addition to really valuing this cargo transportation task, he also had the idea of borrowing a knife to kill someone.

After all, it was not realistic to have the main branch send experts to hunt down an enemy for him.

But if this enemy had already threatened the gang's important mission, the situation would be different.

Wu Shihhao could completely and openly use the organization's power to solve a major problem for himself.

Knock, knock.

The office door was knocked, and Wu Shihhao's confidant subordinate, Longhair, then pushed the door open and entered.

He quickly walked to Wu Shihhao's side and said a few words in a low voice.

"Understood."

After listening to Longhair's report, Wu Shihhao nodded and instructed:

"First, let the lawyer help to resist it, and I will find a suitable scapegoat to take the blame."

What the two were talking about was the subsequent chain reaction of the human organ trafficking black market being shut down.

Now the police, on suspicion of engaging in illegal organized crime, have applied to temporarily seal up Wu's Trading Company and search for relevant illegal evidence.

Wu Shihhao was not flustered by this.

Similar things had happened more than once.

Those black industries were basically fully entrusted to his subordinates, and he only cared about extracting profits.

At the thought of this, Wu Shihhao immediately walked to the desk.

Through the rows of closed-circuit television monitoring screens installed on the wall, he watched the gang's most professional gunmen arrange guard posts in all corners of the warehouse.

After examining it for a moment, Wu Shihhao felt much more at ease.

As long as the firepower was strong enough, he didn't believe that anyone could be so strong that they were not afraid of bullets, even if they were wearing bulletproof vests.

Of course—

He had indeed seen guys who could physically resist bullets.

But they did not belong to the range of normal people!

Wu Shihhao turned his head and cast his gaze on the "monster" lying in the glass container, muttering to himself:

"This experimental subject is really looking more and more like a monster..."

………………………………

In the cold night, the Lingang District was lined with buildings, colorful and bright.

Dozens of stories high buildings stood among them, but like an isolated island in the ocean,

At the edge of the rooftop.

Fang Xing stood on the concrete wall of the guardrail, overlooking the direction of the port.

The high-altitude airflow mixed with a few drops of freezing rain, whistling and rolling in, wetting his face and blowing his hair into a mess.

After a moment, he retracted his observation gaze.

He jumped back onto the rooftop again, quickly took off his coat.

Then he took out a set of all-black combat uniforms from his bag and put it on.

Next, he inserted 7 magazines into the magazine pouches on his chest and waist respectively.

Finally, he inserted the butterfly knife into the tactical belt.

Everything was properly dressed, and the whole person seemed to be completely hidden in the darkness.

Only a pair of pupils hidden behind the goggles faintly flashed with strange light.

The hunting action was about to begin.

Fang Xing threw the bag under the water tower that could shelter from the rain, and spread out a drawing with both hands.

His gaze fell on the red circle with the words "power distribution room" written on it.

………………………………

In the dark night, there were continuous rain falling, rustling non-stop.

Near the small door on the east side of the warehouse.

Three people holding rifles patrolled back and forth as a team.

"It's so cold, it's raining."

"The weather forecast said it might snow tonight, I hope nothing happens?"

"Who knows, we have to be more careful in this kind of weather..."

The three looked out the window, exhaled white air from their mouths, and muttered in a low voice.

Suddenly, with a "snap", all the lights overhead went out.

All around, from near to far, there was a series of surprised and uncertain voices.

"What's going on? Power outage?"

The trio was also somewhat stunned.

Just then, the headset suddenly made a buzzing sound, and a panicked call came:

"Someone is attacking, in the power distribution room next to the east gate..."

Before he could finish speaking, he seemed to have been attacked and stopped abruptly.

Listening to the residual current in the headset, the faces of the trio changed.

They quickly picked up their guns and, with the help of the faint light, groped towards the scene of the reported incident.

When the closest of them arrived at the east side door, they only saw two corpses lying in a pool of blood.

It was quiet all around, as if completely swallowed by darkness.

The trio couldn't help but feel a jump in their hearts.

One of them quickly took out a spare flashlight from his pocket and carefully shone it around.

Then he raised a foot and kicked open the door of the power distribution room.

He shone it inside again, still without finding any trace of the intruder.

At this time, footsteps and voices sounded one after another from behind.

It was other patrol teams who came to support after hearing the news.

The trio breathed a slight sigh of relief and continued to observe their surroundings vigilantly.

A few meters away, the east side door, ajar, creaked and swayed in the wind, letting in a few drops of rain.

Shifting his gaze downward, he finally discovered the third companion's corpse.

It was precisely because the corpse's legs were blocking it that the door couldn't be completely closed.

"All units, be advised, E10 team, all three brothers are dead. The target should have infiltrated the warehouse."

The leader of the trio had just relayed this message through his headset.

Suddenly, he heard an extremely faint gunshot.

Shoo, shoo, shoo.

Three bullets traced three trajectories, swiftly piercing through the door crack.

The trio, one after another, were shot in the center of their foreheads, tilting their heads back and collapsing.

In the dark, cold, rainy night, a figure lay prone on the damp cement ground, seemingly completely blending into the environment.

Whenever someone inside the door approached the electrical distribution room, the muzzle of the gun in his hand would fire a bullet, hitting the target's forehead with extreme precision.

Half a minute later.

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Listening intently for a moment, he realized that no more footsteps were approaching.

It seemed the patrol personnel had realized the problem.

The figure wearing a pitch-black combat uniform's eyes flickered slightly.

Then, gripping the pistol with a silencer, he rose like a cat, nimbly darting through the door crack.

Before long.

Flashes of fire erupted one after another inside the warehouse, followed by a burst of gunfire and exclamations.

"Careful, I see him, he's here!"

In the pitch-black warehouse, several flashlight beams shook and waved constantly.

Occasionally glimpsing a black figure flashing past, a volley of bullets immediately swept over.

But the figure slid along the ground like a gecko, instantly disappearing into the darkness again.

Immediately afterward, several patrol personnel holding flashlights emitted continuous muffled groans and screams.

Soon there was no more sound, only a few beams of light shining quietly on the walls.

"Quick, turn off the flashlights!"

"Damn it, that guy's marksmanship is鬼畜ly accurate!"

Seeing this, the others around hurriedly shouted, their voices trembling with terror.

In the blink of an eye, the warehouse almost completely plunged into darkness.

But—

The bullets, fired from who knows where, could still accurately find their positions, hitting them one by one in the center of their foreheads.

Even those hiding under the cargo containers, or wearing bulletproof vests, could not escape their doom.

One scream after another echoed in the empty warehouse, sounding exceptionally eerie.

It was as if they were encountering not a living person at this moment.

But a ghost without a body, without breath or heartbeat, leaving them with no room to fight back.

Soon, the patrol team near the east gate was completely cleared.

The corpses lay scattered, blood gurgling out, turning into a viscous, fishy-smelling lake.

Faint light shone in from the window.

A figure completely clad in black emerged from the darkness, lifting his foot to step over the corpse, crushing the headset.

A face like that of a demon revealed itself expressionlessly, but the pupils behind the goggles faintly flickered with red light.

A message appeared before his eyes.

[Marksmanship Experience +45]

Exhaling a cold white breath from the ventilation holes of the mask, Fang Cheng then raised his eyes to look not far away.

In the dark vision, the outline of a safety fire door was clearly presented.

That was the shortcut to the second floor of the warehouse.

The sound of messy footsteps faintly entered his ears, about dozens of people, coming to support from this side.

Fang Cheng quickly changed to a new magazine, then drew out a butterfly knife from his belt.

Standing quietly in front of the door, like a lurking predator waiting.

When the first figure pushed open the door, a flash of knife light, blood splattered.

Instantly completing the throat slitting, Fang Cheng pushed the body of the stabbed and killed person, directly crashing inside.

The people who followed behind were caught off guard for a moment.

Some fell to the ground, and then had their skulls crushed or their sternums cracked by a kick.

Some fired their guns in a panic, but all hit their companions.

The scene immediately became chaotic.

Relying on the terrain advantage, Fang Cheng simply went on a killing spree in this narrow stairwell.

First, a rapid burst of pistol fire to take out the attackers holding guns in the distance.

Then, using close combat skills, he subdued many people in succession.

Seizing, breaking bones, wrestling, stabbing and slashing with a dagger, every move was aimed at vital points such as the throat and heart.

He had completely transformed into a demon in the darkness, taking the lives of more than a dozen people in the blink of an eye.

The last patrol personnel who came, listening to the continuous screams from the front, shined their flashlights randomly, unable to see the scene clearly.

So, gritting their teeth, they picked up a miniature submachine gun and sprayed a ruthless volley of bullets.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng used other people's bodies as shields, still bursting out with the sprinting speed of a world champion in the 100 meters.

Instantly approaching the opponent, he stabbed the person's heart with a knife.

Then, changing the magazine, he waited for a new round of slaughter.

The bulletproof effect of the combat uniform, the 30 points of agility attribute, plus the skill effects of "Ghost Shooting", "Eagle Eye Vision", and "Shadow of the Blade".

Allowed Fang Cheng to be like a fish in water in this kind of environment.

In less than two minutes.

All the guards who came were solved one by one.

Next, the other party seemed to have received orders, and no one came to support them anymore.

Fang Cheng changed to a new magazine again and continued to walk up the stairs.

Creak—

Pushing open the safety door on the second floor, he scanned the scene in the darkness and stepped in.

With a "snap", several spotlights turned on above his head, appearing particularly dazzling and bright.

Almost at the same time, a round of bullets swept over frantically, bursting out countless sparks.

The other party had actually set up an ambush here, using light machine guns and submachine guns set up high on the containers to suppress fire.

However.

Fang Cheng had already seen where they were, made a pre-judgment, and rolled to hide behind a corner container.

Seeing that the target still did not dare to show his head, the gunmen could not help but let out triumphant shouts.

However, the next second, a fire extinguisher was thrown into the air.

At the same time as it exploded instantly, dust rose, creating an effect similar to a smoke bomb.

Immediately afterward, several spotlights were shattered by a round of spot shots.

The surroundings plunged into darkness again.

Several machine gunners were slightly flustered, contacting each other through headsets.

Another group of gunmen equipped with tactical lights also scattered, searching for the target's figure.

In a place completely unexpected by everyone, a figure wearing a black combat uniform, like an ape, lightly jumped onto the top of a container.

Then, he slowly walked behind the gunman lying prone in front, slashed his throat with a knife, killing him with one move.

Killing a machine gunner neatly, Fang Cheng's eyes swept over the other guards patrolling in the darkness.

More footsteps could still be heard coming from around, some even coming from other locations on the first floor.

Fang Cheng was not in a hurry to find Wen Xin or Wu Shihao.

He first had to solve these gang members one by one, batch by batch, here.

Completely eliminate all hidden dangers!

........

Third floor, office.

After the power was restored, several Red Tiger Gang leaders were watching blurry surveillance footage in the darkness.

While Wu Shihao was scolding his subordinates for being useless in a hoarse voice, he was directing the gunmen through the headset on how to hunt down that seemingly ghostly killer.

The two people standing behind him widened their eyes, staring at the screen, revealing excitement.