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The garbage disposal plant at midnight was like a ruin forgotten by the city.

In the distance, the streetlights flickered with a dim, yellow light under the haze, barely outlining the mountains of garbage piled up around.

Everything was silent, except for a few plastic bags trembling in the wind, chasing each other, and making rustling sounds.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the ground, and the plastic bags immediately fluttered up.

Like a group of startled black bats, they danced wildly in the air.

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

In a few leaps, he quickly appeared at the corner of the factory office building.

In the dim light, it was vaguely visible that the person was wearing a black, tight-fitting combat suit.

The clothes were a little small, tightly fitting his strong body, outlining unusually obvious muscle lines.

As if containing endless explosive power, ready to burst through the thin fabric at any time.

The head was wearing a black tactical mask, like a dark and hideous ghost face, emitting two points of faint light in the darkness.

Behind the goggles, a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes warily scanned the surrounding scene.

Wherever the gaze reached, it seemed to be able to discern all hidden dangers, not letting go of any corner that might harbor a threat.

The cold wind of the deep night became even more rampant, and the garbage bags danced wildly in the sky, as if to completely tear apart this silent atmosphere.

But the mysterious figure remained unmoved, just quietly standing against the wall, merging with the surrounding dim environment.

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

Only the top of the garbage disposal workshop faintly revealed a faint light.

The bean-sized halo flickered desperately in the thick, ink-like night, as if pointing the way, or tempting intruders to step into the unknown danger.

"This should be the place…"

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered to himself.

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

Like a nocturnal leopard, his posture was agile, his steps were light, and every step was silent.

Through previous observation, there should be a special passage here to enter the workshop.

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

Only to see above his head, about on the fifth floor, there was a suspended corridor built of iron plates, connecting the workshop and the office building.

At the entrance on the workshop side, two figures loomed, and there was a faint sound of talking.

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

Vaguely complaining that on cold winter nights, they could only stay outside and be exposed to the wind, and then they started talking about some dirty jokes.

Fang Cheng pricked up his ears, listened for a moment, and then observed the surrounding ways to climb up.

However, the condition of the wall that came into view was not optimistic.

This side of the building had no windows, so there was no support point like a window sill for the body to leverage.

Moreover, due to years of disrepair, accumulated water meandered down the wall, leaving large patches of wet water stains, covered with moss and black dirt.

Touching it, the slippery feeling was like smearing a layer of lubricant, and one might slip down if one was not careful.

Fang Cheng's expression was normal, and his eyes scanned every inch of the wall.

Then he jumped up, his hands accurately landed on a bare brick wall about three meters high like steel hooks, and his fingers exerted force to dig into the narrow gap.

At the same time, the tip of his shoe gently touched the wall, trying to keep the movement small to avoid creating too much noise.

After a short pause, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and the whole person jumped up again, like an agile ape, drawing a vigorous arc in the air, grabbing another small protrusion on the wall that could be used for leverage.

In this way, relying on his powerful finger strength, little by little, he quietly climbed up.

Before the two strong men could recover from their laughter, their palms had already covered their mouths, instantly stifling their shouts in their throats.

Immediately afterwards, ten fingers fell like hooks, locking onto the vital parts of their throats.

Only two soft sounds of "crack" were heard, and the whimpers seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, completely disappearing.

In an instant, the bodies of the two men were like their spines had been drawn out, and they instantly softened.

From flipping onto the corridor to pinching off the necks of the two men, the whole process did not cause the slightest ripple.

Fang Cheng's eyes were cold, his movements were extremely skilled, and every bit of strength was just right, like a precisely operating killing machine.

Successfully solving the sentries, he gently put the two corpses down on the ground.

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

The lens was like a peeping one-eyed eye, flashing a faint red light in the darkness, just recording the scene of the killing here.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Cheng immediately took out a black pistol equipped with a silencer from his tactical belt.

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

Then, Fang Cheng's figure flashed, quickly drilling into the workshop, blending into the darkness.

Only the two corpses on the ground, and the **** smell remaining in the air, proved that someone had been here and completed a silent hunt.

At this moment, the dark workshop also seemed like a fierce beast choosing someone to devour, quietly waiting for the intruder.

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Inside the monitoring room hidden somewhere in the factory area, there was no lighting.

In the darkness, a row of closed-circuit television screens emitted a cold, faint light, displaying the scenes of every corner of the workshop.

Suddenly, two of the screens flickered violently one after another.

Then, with two consecutive sounds of "pa", "pa", all of them turned into snowflake screens, obviously destroyed by external force.

Two people, one sitting and one standing, looked at the失效的监控画面.

Youling reacted extremely quickly. At the same time as the second surveillance camera was destroyed, slender and well-defined fingers grabbed the walkie-talkie, brought it close to his mouth, and issued an order:

"Attention all personnel, the target has entered the net, appearing in Area C on the fifth floor. According to the trajectory of action, it is expected to go to Area B or Area D."

"Team one guards the hostages. If there is any change, kill them together with the hostages. Team two and team three take the fifth-floor stairs as the center, divide into groups and conduct a net-like search, responsible for catching the rat!"

Every word of that combat order was imbued with a chilling murderous intent.

After speaking, Ghost raised his head, a hint of pride appearing on his face.

"The team under my command once participated in the International Hunter Military Competition under the guise of a private security company and bravely won first place. In terms of strength, each of them is the elite of the elite, not comparable to those gang members. No one can easily repel such a comprehensive encirclement."

Trusting in the abilities of his subordinates, he seemed to already envision the scene of the target being captured or killed.

The hooded man stood aside, his eyes cold and voice hoarse as he expressed his agreement:

"I'm really curious to see what special abilities this legendary killing maniac possesses that he dares to provoke our Noah Organization."

As a series of "Understood" replies came from the walkie-talkie, a game of cat and mouse officially began in the factory area shrouded in darkness.

Inside the workshop, pipes and equipment were intricately intertwined, shadows overlapping, like natural traps.

In the corridor, footsteps echoed incessantly on the cement floor and steel structure, making the atmosphere even more tense.

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Cameras with infrared night vision capabilities, like sleepless eyes, clearly presented every corner of the factory.

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

Beneath this seemingly calm facade lay unpredictable dangers.

Like the brief tranquility before a storm, it made people's hearts palpitate.

Ghost and the hooded man were intently observing every surveillance video.

Their gazes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate the screen and capture the intruder's every move.

However, after the strange movements during the previous intrusion, that mysterious figure seemed to have completely blended into the darkness, disappearing completely.

Rows of closed-circuit television screens flickered with a faint light, the screens showing only empty corridors, silent workshops, and teams of patrol and search members and those gang members.

But the intruder's trace was never seen.

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

Their steps were tight, holding assault rifles in both hands, always maintaining a combat posture, their eyes warily scanning around.

Suddenly, a ghostly black shadow flashed behind them.

The black shadow burst out from the shadows with a speed that was almost impossible for people to react to, extending an arm like an iron pincer and grabbing the shoulder of the team member at the end of the line.

Before the team member could make any sound, the black shadow yanked hard, dragging the whole person into the darkness. The movement was clean and without any extra noise.

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

Ghost, who had captured this scene in time, twitched his face instantly and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie to shout:

"Attention everyone, the last member of Group Six in Corridor Two of Area B is missing. The target is hiding here. Other groups are to close in from all directions in an orderly manner."

The command quickly spread through the walkie-talkie, and the pursuer team members distributed throughout the workshop received the message.

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

Their eyes scanned around, finally settling on a device control cabinet placed in the corner.

The light here was the weakest, and the outline of the control cabinet appeared particularly blurred in the darkness, as if hiding some secrets.

So the two of them cooperated with each other in a well-trained manner, gradually approaching.

One person quickly raised his gun to aim, the dark muzzle pointing at the control cabinet, his finger tightly on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

The other person carefully stepped forward, his steps light, each step seeming to step on the rhythm of his own heartbeat.

He reached out and slowly grasped the doorknob of the control cabinet, his palms slightly sweating.

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

There were only some messy wires, as well as old tools and sundries.

"Nothing?"

The team member who went forward to check said softly, with a hint of doubt and unease in his voice.

Ghost and the hooded man in front of the screen also saw this situation.

The two of them also couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts.

Could it be that they had made a serious misjudgment, and the shadow they had just seen was just an illusion?

Just then, Ghost's pupils constricted, and he shouted urgently:

"Be careful, above your heads..."

Before he could finish speaking, a black shadow swooped down from the ceiling like a ghost.

It landed directly behind the team member who was raising his gun to aim, his left hand reaching out like steel pincers, accurately locking the opponent's throat, and twisting it violently.

With a crisp "crack", the cervical vertebra snapped, and the team member instantly lost his voice, collapsing to the ground.

At this time, Ghost's reminder had only just been issued.

The team member who went forward to check the control cabinet suddenly realized and turned around with his gun raised.

After killing one target as quickly as lightning, the black shadow did not pause at all, and quickly approached the second target.

The team member's performance was also extremely excellent, reacting in the first time and pulling the trigger.

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

The black shadow swayed slightly on its shoulder, dodging the bullet in an extreme posture.

Almost at the same time, he approached his body, his right hand clenched into a fist and swiftly blasted out from bottom to top, directly hitting the team member's jaw.

This uppercut had at least a thousand pounds of force, shattering the team member's jaw, sending the whole person flying backwards, crashing heavily into the control cabinet, and killing him on the spot.

The black shadow seemed like the Grim Reaper descending in the dark night, single-handedly killing two elite pursuer team members in less than two seconds.

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

The black shadow then stood still, looked around, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

Through the goggles on the mask, the slightly reddish gaze was like a materialized blade.

It seemed that this carefully arranged workshop was not a dangerous place full of crises, but a bloody killing ground specially built for him.

The chilling murderous aura emanating from his body made Ghost and the hooded man in front of the monitor couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

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

"Everyone, be vigilant, the target is a master of fighting, very fast, do not engage in close combat with him, maintain distance, suppress with firepower, especially pay attention to the top..."

The instructions issued by Ghost through the walkie-talkie had not completely dissipated in the ears of the team members.

The masked man had already disappeared like a ghost, once again merging with the surrounding darkness, leaving no trace.