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The top floor of the garbage disposal workshop.

A dark, gaping hole sat in the center, like the open mouth of an abyss.

Occasionally, chunks of garbage would slide down the walls of the hole, and after a long while, a faint echo would return, as if swallowed by the darkness.

The wind howled, constantly swirling in the empty depths.

A rickety suspension bridge spanned this dark abyss.

The iron chains were rusted, the wooden planks decayed, and occasionally, there would be creaking sounds.

At the end of the bridge, like an isolated island in a desperate situation, sat a burly man in extremely disheveled condition.

Ma Donghe was tied to a chair with thick ropes.

The wounds on his body were still bleeding, and the ropes were deeply embedded in his skin, leaving shocking purple-red bruises.

He occasionally struggled futilely, causing the chair to shake, making the already precarious position even more dangerous.

"Hey—"

Ma Donghe raised his head, looked around, and his cracked lips struggled to open, uttering a shout.

"Why are you so scared? Why are you all hiding like rats?"

The dim yellow light flickered a few times, casting shadows on the dirty factory walls around.

On the crisscrossing steel beams and iron frames, figures peeked out, vaguely revealing their shapes.

These ambushers were either crouching on the steel beams, their bodies curled up, or hiding behind various equipment, their bodies pressed tightly against the walls.

Everyone pricked up their ears, their eyes gleaming fiercely, their hands gripping their guns, aiming the muzzles at the end of the corridor, at the half-closed iron door.

They had clearly set a trap, waiting for their prey to walk right in.

Ma Donghe's eyes were filled with mockery as he continued to shout:

"That's true, he's the infamous murderer, isn't he? If he doesn't slaughter you like chicks tonight, how can he live up to that name!"

As he spoke, he grinned, letting out a hoarse and noisy laugh.

Despite being covered in wounds and trapped in a desperate situation, his attitude was even more arrogant than the bandits who had kidnapped him.

Perhaps in his mind, no matter how unfavorable the situation, he could never let his spirit be inferior to others.

At this moment, sporadic gunshots occasionally came from the workshops on the lower floors.

This immediately made the ambushers look even more nervous, their eyes widening even further.

Especially the few team members who had just retreated, they trembled slightly, like startled birds.

Their fingers were lightly resting on the triggers, as if the bullets would pour out like a storm at the slightest rustle.

But Ma Donghe was still babbling, sitting there talking to himself.

The mocking and sarcastic voice echoed in the empty and gloomy top floor of the workshop, causing everyone's ears to ring slightly.

He seemed to want to use this method to disrupt everyone's minds and sabotage the ambush plan.

"Damn it, I knew I should have gagged this bastard!"

Baolong, holding a gun in his hand, looked impatiently at the tied-up Ma Donghe and cursed in a low voice.

The leader of the pursuers, squatting next to him, calmed down and reassured everyone:

"It's better to have him make noise to attract the target, otherwise how can we lure the prey into the trap?"

Even though he said that, recalling the thrilling encounter in the darkness earlier, the leader's face couldn't help but turn pale, and his eyes revealed a deep sense of fear.

Just then, Youling's command came from the walkie-talkie:

"Everyone be vigilant, the target has destroyed most of the workshop's surveillance equipment, and is now probably sneaking up to the sixth floor, be prepared for battle at any time."

The voice spread through the airwaves in the cold air, as if tightening everyone's already taut nerves.

The remaining fifteen pursuer team members and six gang members all held their breath in unison.

Their eyes were fixed on the end of the corridor, the only entrance.

Everyone's muscles were tense, their fingers were ready to pull the triggers, and even their breathing was deliberately lowered to the extreme.

In this suffocating silence, they silently waited for the prey to appear.

Perhaps due to unstable voltage, the light bulb hanging in the corridor flickered, making a faint buzzing sound.

This added a bit of gloom and horror to the already dark environment.

In such a tense and solemn atmosphere, only Ma Donghe seemed out of place.

He was still tied to the chair, occasionally letting out a few sneers.

One person's voice echoed in the empty factory, seeming unusually lonely and desolate.

I don't know how long it had passed, as if every second was infinitely stretched.

Creak—

A sudden and ear-piercing sound broke the brief silence.

The half-closed iron door at the end of the corridor shook slightly and was slowly pushed open.

Bang!

Suddenly, a flash of fire erupted, a bullet left the chamber, and shot into the wall next to the iron door, splashing a cluster of lime fragments.

It was one of Baolong's underlings who was too nervous, subconsciously pulled the trigger, and launched the attack first.

The leader glared fiercely, and shouted sternly:

"Everyone, wait for my command before firing, don't hold us back!"

Seeing this, Baolong's face turned red and then white, and he quickly followed up by scolding his underlings to obey orders.

At this time, the iron door was only opened to a degree that was difficult for bullets to penetrate, and then stopped abruptly, no longer continuing to push forward.

In the darkness, revealing a line of gaps, there seemed to be a pair of eyes shining brightly.

The slightly reddish light was like the pupils of some kind of wild beast, peering into the inside scene, revealing an unspeakable strangeness.

And the ambushers inside also focused all their attention on this iron door.

Everyone was like being cast a petrification spell, holding their guns in their hands, their eyes staring round.

As if as long as their gaze shifted slightly, the monster hidden behind the door would suddenly jump out.

At this moment of imminent danger, the "monster" lurking behind the door was none other than Fang Cheng.

After he solved the gang members downstairs, he went all the way up the stairs to the top floor of the workshop, which was the only place with lights on.

During the period, his movements were agile, his landing was silent, and he perfectly avoided one carefully arranged sensor and disguised, highly lethal booby trap after another.

After the last warehouse battle, Fang Cheng learned a lesson, knowing that infiltrating the enemy's well-arranged territory would easily put himself in a heavily besieged situation.

Moreover, even if he won in the end, it would be difficult to achieve the effect of completely annihilating the enemy, and would only allow the survivors to escape in the chaos.

So this time, Fang Cheng changed his strategy and instead adopted more covert and deadly assassination methods.

Like a leopard preying in the dark night, patiently lurking, seizing the opportunity to attack lonely or unsuspecting enemies, silently eliminating one enemy after another.

Fang Cheng's only intention was to consume as much of the enemy's strength as possible before rescuing people.

Even if he couldn't eliminate all of them, he could create strong psychological pressure through this ruthless and bloody assassination, forcing the enemy camp to expose flaws in a panic, creating more rescue opportunities for himself.

Through the observation at this moment, a huge well hole with a diameter of tens of meters appeared in Fang Cheng's vision.

Along the dark pit, there was a narrow passage filled with various debris.

He also saw Ma Donghe, who was tied up like a dumpling and looked embarrassed.

Ma Donghe's location was extremely dangerous, hanging on the edge of life and death, a slight carelessness would cause him and the chair to fall into the bottomless hole and be smashed to pieces.

The surrounding steel beams and iron frames were teeming with at least a dozen hidden gunmen.

The dark muzzles of their guns glinted coldly in the dim light, like venomous snakes subtly baring their fangs.

This scene undoubtedly amplified the immeasurable, deadly danger of this confinement location, already a desperate situation.

Bang!

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out without warning.

A bullet tore through the air, hurtling towards Fang Cheng like a shooting star.

It was the enemy sniper, hidden in the shadows, seizing a fleeting opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Fang Cheng's reaction speed far surpassed that of ordinary people. Almost the instant he saw the muzzle flash, his body reacted instinctively, dodging to the side with incredible speed.

The bullet grazed his shoulder with a whistling sound, carrying a sharp, burning wind that felt as if it would ignite his skin.

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Immediately afterward, a crisp "clang" echoed as the bullet struck the iron plate of the staircase, sending up a dazzling spark.

Then, it ricocheted away, disappearing into the darkness.

Left with no choice, Fang Cheng could only temporarily cease his reconnaissance and take cover behind a concrete wall.

His mind raced, contemplating how to break out of this perilous environment, eliminate the enemies, and rescue Ma Donghe.

From his initial observations, the enemy's firepower was remarkably complete, with not only hidden snipers lurking but also a dozen assault rifles standing ready.

These guys were prepared, having taken advantageous positions in advance, calculating every possible route of attack and escape with precision, setting up an inescapable net, waiting for their target to voluntarily enter the encirclement.

Even wearing a bulletproof vest, he would be nothing more than a human target under such concentrated firepower.

Attempting to force his way through the hail of bullets to rescue or kill was clearly unrealistic, as it would be difficult to ensure the safety of the hostage.

Although Fang Cheng was confident in his marksmanship, he simply didn't have enough room to maneuver in this particular environment.

Moreover, there were many blind spots in the surrounding area.

Unless the bullets could bend, it would be difficult to account for all the enemies lurking in every direction in a short amount of time.

As he pondered, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, glancing at the iron gate that was only opened a crack.

Through Eagle Eye Vision, he had only seen the scene on the left side of the workshop's top floor.

As for what kind of danger lurked on the other side, he had no idea.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Cheng made a decisive decision. He felt around and grabbed a pair of iron tongs used for picking up trash.

Then, he took a deep breath, used the iron tongs to grip the doorknob, and carefully pushed the door open all the way.

As expected, a barrage of bullets immediately rained down, the deafening "da-da-da" sound echoing, sending countless fragments and dazzling sparks flying from the walls and iron plates.

Apparently realizing that something was wrong, that the target had not appeared, this round of concentrated fire suddenly ceased.

It was in this fleeting moment.

Fang Cheng quickly straightened up, darted to the door, his eyes sweeping across the entire top floor of the workshop.

Then, almost the instant the next wave of bullets arrived, he retreated again, pulling the door shut.

The whole process took less than a second.

Fang Cheng had already used the "Speed Reading" skill to memorize the fleeting image inside the door.

Listening to the whistling sound of bullets striking, he had already constructed a three-dimensional holographic image in his mind.

At this moment, he seemed to have a God's-eye view, as if he were in a memory palace, the location of all the enemies' ambushes and the deployment of firepower clearly presented in the image, clear at a glance.

Fang Cheng carefully observed, looking for a way to break the situation, and when he saw the position below the well opening, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey—"

At this time, Ma Donghe strained his voice and shouted to the surroundings:

"You bunch of cowards! Are you scared out of your wits? So many people hiding and jerking off, what kind of heroes are you! If you have the guts, come at me head-on!"

He tried to provoke the enemies in this way, to buy Fang Cheng more opportunities.

Seeing that these guys were deaf to his scolding, he then shouted to Fang Cheng, loudly reporting the positions of the gunmen ambushing around.

When he mentioned an elite member lying on the steel frame, holding a sniper rifle.

The sniper was highly vigilant, not daring to delay for even a moment, quickly getting up, preparing to change positions, so as not to expose himself.

But the moment he just got up, his heart felt like it had been stung.

A flash of fire was seen, and a scalding, red bullet accurately hit the position of his throat like a shooting star.

Blood splattered out, and the sniper didn't even have time to let out a scream before falling straight down from the steel frame, crashing heavily to the ground with a "bang."

After the other members reacted, they immediately launched an attack towards the "Door of Doom" that had been pushed open again.

At this time, Fang Cheng, whose muzzle had just been retracted, had already disappeared behind the wall like a black phantom.

Relying on the special effect of the "Ghost Sniper" skill, he actually killed a sniper who posed the greatest threat to himself in the most extreme way.

Seeing Fang Cheng succeed with one shot, Ma Donghe became even more excited.

Then, like reciting a menu, he continued to report the positions of the ambushers one after another.

Especially emphasizing several times the hiding place of his greatest enemy, Brother Tyrannosaurus.

Those who were named, hearing that their positions were exposed, couldn't help but feel a tightness in their hearts, so they carefully moved a few times, more cautiously using objects to cover their figures.

Tyrannosaurus was repeatedly named by Ma Donghe, wanting to move but not daring to move too obviously, his heart was extremely annoyed, he couldn't help but curse:

"I'm going to fucking blow you away with one shot!"

Seeing that Tyrannosaurus was about to move, the captain quickly stopped him:

"If we kill him, the target will no longer risk coming in, the advantageous situation we have so painstakingly established cannot be ruined!"

Just as everyone was stirred up and the atmosphere became more and more murderous.

A loud "clang" was heard.

The iron gate was completely opened again, and this time the entire door was taken down.

Then, vaguely, a black figure was crouching down, appearing below the door panel.

It was Fang Cheng, who was steadily carrying the entire door on his shoulders and back, treating the iron door as a shield to protect himself.

In this way, he was able to smoothly enter the aisle, approaching the crowd quickly.

The crowd, feeling quite surprised, were stunned and immediately pulled the trigger.

For a time, gunshots rang out, deafening.

Bullets rained down towards Fang Cheng frantically, splashing countless dazzling sparks on the iron door, like a brilliant but deadly fireworks display.

"Take turns suppressing the fire, don't stop until the door panel is shot through!"

Seeing this, the captain quickly gave the order, trying to stabilize the situation.

Under his command, the firepower became more and more concentrated and fierce, wave after wave, shooting the iron door into a dense, pitted state.

In just a few seconds, it would soon be completely penetrated and scrapped.

Fang Cheng was not afraid at all, while lowering his body, relying on the iron door to block the bullets, while relying on his super flexibility, quickly approaching the position of the suspension bridge in a posture of almost sliding close to the ground.

The gun in his hand also fired continuously, but his target was not the enemies who were shooting wildly.

But the steel cable connecting the suspension bridge.