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The air was thick with the heavy stench of blood.

Occasional screams echoed, as if malevolent spirits were reveling in their joy.

The Red Tiger Gang's gunmen were on edge, their nerves frayed, as if trapped in a dark, icy cellar.

The moment they saw a shadow flicker, they would unleash a volley of bullets without hesitation.

They even mistakenly shot their own teammates, completely disregarding the consequences.

One gunman, his face taut, stared intently at the source of a rustling sound.

Suddenly, he realized something and slowly turned his head.

He saw a jet-black, ghostly face with glowing red eyes, cocking its head as it looked at him.

He opened his mouth in fright, but a dagger instantly pierced his throat, silencing him forever.

Before the blood could spurt out, the blade was withdrawn.

The evil spirit seemed to melt back into the darkness, silently rushing towards another person nearby.

In the midst of this silent slaughter, someone finally succumbed to the pressure.

A sobbing, cursing voice came through the earpiece, indicating that someone had abandoned their weapon and deserted.

With the first, came the second.

More and more people chose to flee this dark and bloody slaughterhouse, running towards the seemingly brighter outside of the warehouse, into the night.

No matter how professionally the Red Tiger Gang had trained these gunmen, they were not regular soldiers after all.

Moreover, even an army reaching this level of casualties would inevitably collapse or choose to retreat.

Seeing a terrifying and unparalleled murderer lurking in the darkness, no normal person could continue to stubbornly resist.

Puchi!

Fang Cheng thrust his knife with his right hand, releasing the body of the target whose heart had been pierced, letting it slump to the ground.

Then, he used "Eagle Eye Vision" to expand his field of view, observing the distribution and dynamic images of the remaining Red Tiger Gang members.

He discovered that the figures were no longer clustered together, but rather spreading out in all directions.

Clearly, they were preparing to escape.

Fang Cheng was momentarily unable to split himself, so he could only speed up and pounce on the nearest gunmen.

He wasn't obsessed with the feeling of a blade piercing flesh, or using this silent method of killing to create psychological pressure on the enemy.

The main reason was that his spare magazines were running low, and using a knife to eliminate enemies at this time was obviously more economical and practical.

Precisely because of this, as this silent slaughter unfolded, Fang Cheng's swordsmanship continued to be honed, and his skill experience was rapidly increasing.

In the darkness, several messages appeared before his eyes.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached a new level and has reached the master level]

[Swordsmanship lv2 (0/500)]

[Obtained enhancement reward, skill effect "Blade Storm"]

Fang Cheng glanced at the panel information, without examining it carefully.

Then, he turned his gaze and looked at a spiral staircase made of iron plates, stepping onto it.

This was a passage leading to the 3rd floor.

The Red Tiger Gang's "important cargo" was unlikely to be placed on the crowded 1st floor.

As for the 2nd floor area.

During the previous melee, Fang Cheng had already thoroughly inspected it once, and had not found any suspicious signs.

Therefore—

Wen Xin and those girls must be imprisoned on the 3rd floor.

While contemplating, Fang Cheng's footsteps had already reached the top platform of the stairs.

Suddenly, he heard a slightly peculiar, crisp sound.

Ding.

This sound caused a warning bell to ring in Fang Cheng's heart, and he immediately jumped up without hesitation.

Almost at the same time, a "boom" sounded.

Accompanied by the violent flames of the explosion, a huge shock wave swept around.

A crackling sound and someone's commanding voice were faintly heard in the earpiece.

They seemed to be searching for the target's corpse, and when they leaned over to look downstairs.

They saw a jet-black, ghostly face with faintly flickering red eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the trigger was pulled.

Shoo, shoo, shoo.

Fang Cheng grabbed the railing with one hand, hanging under the stairs.

After solving the enemies with three shots, he twisted his waist and swung himself back up.

Looking at the three corpses on the ground, he quickly searched them.

He only found two magazines of suitable caliber from one of them, and then inserted them into the magazine pouch.

Then, he picked up two submachine guns and looked up at the brightly lit, yet unusually deep corridor ahead.

Faintly, he could hear continuous breathing sounds entering his ears.

Obviously, there were still many people lurking behind the doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

Tu tu tu tu tu tu—

Two submachine guns, firing left and right.

The rapidly flying bullets instantly turned the wooden doors into beehives, and also shattered the light bulbs and cameras hanging in the corridor.

Fang Cheng took steps forward, spraying bullets into the rooms with his guns.

Exclamations and screams rang out continuously, and blood flowed out from under the door seams.

After completely emptying the magazines, experiencing the fierce firepower.

Fang Cheng shook his head and casually threw away the submachine guns.

It was the first time he had used this kind of thing, and he always felt it wasn't smooth, and several shots were very inaccurate.

At this moment, several survivors, holding guns and shouting, rushed out.

These guys seemed to be the last remaining die-hards of the Red Tiger Gang.

Fang Cheng flashed, instantly pouncing in front of one of them, rushing forward to grab his wrist.

Bang bang bang!

The bullets all missed, hitting several other accomplices.

Then, knee strikes to the abdomen, neck cranks against the wall, sweeping kicks to burst the liver.

Fang Cheng decided to use the most respectful way to treat his enemies—the art of combat, to eliminate these fearless cannon fodder.

Then, personally meet the final boss.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

In front of the office surveillance video.

Wu Shihao stared at the dark screen, constantly cursing those who had fled.

He tried to continue directing the battle, but it was completely useless, and it seemed that he could no longer turn the tide.

"Old Wu, you don't need to be too anxious."

The young man standing beside him said: "This assassin is indeed very skilled with guns, and his agility is also very high, but with me and Atai joining forces, he can only stop here tonight."

Wu Shihao glanced at him, his brow furrowing slightly.

What time is it, and this guy still has the leisure to wipe the broken samurai sword in his hand with a cloth.

The muscular strongman heard this, and then grinned:

"Just a slightly more agile mouse, if it's a bare-handed one-on-one fight, I can smash his head with one punch!"

The young samurai wiped the blade, and then shook the sword horizontally, instantly emitting a clear and pleasant trembling sound.

Then, he added:

"The bullets that a gun can carry are limited after all, but my swordsmanship is infinite."

The two leisurely commented on the assassin's ability, appearing very calm and composed.

Although the surveillance video was very blurry, and they couldn't see the opponent's specific figure and movements.

But based on their experience, it was nothing more than relying on the crushing advantage of high-tech equipment, first controlling the battlefield situation, and then carrying out lurking assassinations.

The two flattered themselves that they were also fighting masters, and under the right conditions and environment, one could take on dozens of people without any problem.

Despite the assurances, Wu Shihao was still a little worried.

His confidant Changfa and the other two bodyguards guarding him were also nervous, holding guns in their hands, aiming at the door.

The faint gunshots and screams coming from outside the door were gradually becoming weaker, until they disappeared completely.

Wu Shihhao still felt the sound of footsteps coming, as if stepping on his heart.

Thump, thump,响个不停.

Bang!

Suddenly, the solid wood door of the office was kicked open.

A figure rushed in, heading straight inside.

The two bodyguards immediately flinched and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

In an instant, all the bullets in the chamber were emptied onto the intruder's body.

Seconds later, the bullets were gone, and the smoke dissipated.

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Everyone took a closer look and found that the corpse lying on the ground was actually a gunman who had been arranged outside earlier.

Wu Shihhao couldn't help but curse:

"Damn it, you two idiots, aim before you shoot!"

His anger soared, but in an instant, he was like a duck with its throat pinched, and he lost his voice.

Because, at this time.

A figure wearing a black combat uniform and a ghost mask was walking from the darkness into the bright room.

Wu Shihhao and his three subordinates couldn't help but hold their breath.

The young warrior and the muscular strongman also looked serious and became serious.

Everyone turned their attention to this "peerless killer" who had single-handedly defeated nearly two hundred members of the Red Tiger Gang.

Fang Cheng walked into the office and quickly scanned the environment and faces of everyone inside.

Then, he stared at the target he had already seen in the photo—Wu Shihhao.

Feeling the sharp meaning conveyed by the eyes behind the mask, Wu Shihhao's heart trembled, and he quickly spoke:

"Don't mess around, the two people standing next to me are the top experts in the gang, and their killing skills are no less than yours!"

Fang Cheng heard this, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

His eyes turned to the young man holding the samurai sword, and the muscular strongman who looked like a bodybuilder.

"Could it be that they are the legendary invulnerable experts of the Red Tiger Gang?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and his body tensed up, preparing for the next fierce battle.

Seeing that Fang Cheng seemed to be shocked, Wu Shihhao was slightly happy, so he pretended to be calm and persuaded:

"There is actually some misunderstanding between us. Now everyone can sit down and talk slowly. I believe nothing cannot be resolved through negotiation..."

The muscular strongman suddenly waved his hand, interrupting Wu Shihhao:

"We'll talk about your negotiation and reconciliation later!"

Then, he stared at Fang Cheng and issued a challenge:

"Your physical fitness looks good, do you have the guts to compete with me in terms of fists?"

Hearing that the muscular strongman actually proposed a one-on-one invitation, Fang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned.

Then he turned his head and glanced at another "invulnerable" expert of the Red Tiger Gang.

After a little thought, he nodded in agreement.

The two stood facing each other.

The muscular strongman twisted his thick neck, clenched his fists, and his knuckles crackled.

His height of about 1.9 meters was like a wall standing in front of him, and his wide trapezius muscles could connect his neck and shoulders.

Fang Cheng also put away his gun and butterfly knife, raised his arms, and made a classic boxing stance.

"That's quite something."

The muscular strongman grinned, and then his eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Next, I will let you see what is called power beyond the limits of ordinary people!"

As he spoke, his muscles bulged, he stepped on the ground, and launched an attack first.

With a sprinting step and a backhand straight punch, he hit the exposed neck area under Fang Cheng's mask with a whistling sound, swiftly and fiercely.

Wu Shihhao was also holding his breath to watch the battle at this moment.

He only felt that the sandbag-sized fist was like a hammer, capable of cracking the opponent's mask and smashing his head.

He knew that although these two "supervisors" still looked like normal people, their essence was the same as the "experimental subjects" lying in the containers.

Because they usually inject that mysterious blue potion to strengthen their physical fitness.

However, the dosage is controlled very small, and no abnormal rejection phenomenon has occurred so far.

Even so, their physical strength is by no means comparable to ordinary people!

Fang Cheng's eyes were solemn, but there was no fear.

Instead, a strong sense of excitement and anticipation arose.

He moved his feet back and forth, his waist slightly lowered, and he firmly established his stance.

Since he knew that the opponent was the top expert of the Red Tiger Gang, he naturally had to use his full strength to fight him.

In an instant, his right foot stepped on the ground, twisting his waist and hips, and his right arm shrank back.

As if twisting the power of his whole body into a rope.

Then, like a loom that had been tightened to the limit suddenly released, he swung his right arm.

Unexpectedly, he used the same simple and violent backhand straight punch to meet the opponent's hammer-like fist.

Bang!

Two fists made of flesh and blood collided violently together.

At the same time, there was a "crack" sound, which was the sound of bones breaking.

Then, an extremely shrill scream rang out.

The joy in Wu Shihhao's eyes had not yet appeared, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

He stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him.

He saw that the muscular strongman's fist seemed to be smashed to pieces by a hammer.

Then, the entire arm twisted like a hemp rope and broke crisply.

Bone spurs emerged one after another, the flesh was blurred and dripping with blood, and the scene was extremely frightening.

The killer, who seemed to be much thinner, actually shattered A'tai's arm with one punch.

The young warrior watching the battle next to him changed his face instantly.

Immediately, he swung the samurai sword in his hand and launched a sneak attack on Fang Cheng's back without hesitation.

Chih!

A silver lightning flashed across and slashed diagonally across the body wearing a black combat uniform.

Unexpectedly, it split him in half.

Then, the two halves of the body dissipated like smoke.

Unfortunately, it was just an afterimage.

The young warrior reacted quickly, and immediately raised his hand, making a horizontal knife blocking action almost instinctively.

Zheng————

Along with a dazzling spark being rubbed out, the butterfly knife and the samurai sword collided together.

The young warrior breathed a slight sigh of relief.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the black figure disappear again, and only a ray of light stung his pupils.

Then, this stinging sensation spread to his neck.

The young warrior opened his mouth slightly and took a few steps back.

Then his head tilted and fell towards his back.

Half of his neck was cut open by the blade.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, spilling all over the ground.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and shook the blood off the knife.

Looking at the two top experts who were easily solved by him, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The muscular strongman's screams came into his ears, bringing Fang Cheng back to his senses.

When he turned his head to look, he kicked out.

Kicking the head of this surviving expert, thus ending his pain.

The office then fell into a dead silence.

Wu Shihhao, Changfa, and the two bodyguards all stared blankly at the terrifying scene in front of them.

Their legs couldn't help but tremble, and cold sweat poured down.

Looking at the black figure walking towards them, it was like seeing a humanoid monster.

"You...don't come over!"