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Two steel cables connecting the suspension bridge stretched across the air.

Eroded by time and dampness, they were already covered in rust, the extent of the corrosion shocking, as if a light tug would cause them to snap.

From a distance, they were even more indistinct in the dim light, almost blending into the dark well.

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

The steel cables trembled violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Large pieces of reddish-brown rust, like scabs, peeled off layer by layer and scattered down.

This caused the already precarious suspension bridge to shake, making it seem even more on the verge of collapse.

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

Then, taking the suspension bridge and the hostages on it, they would fall together into the endless abyss of darkness.

Ma Donghe was tied and sitting on a chair, watching Fang Cheng's series of bold and crazy actions, stunned.

Seeing sparks flying as the strands twisted into steel cables snapped one by one.

Even he, who was bold enough to defy the heavens, couldn't help but let out a pig-like scream in fright.

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

Each time he pulled the trigger, the bullets shot out like lightning.

Passing through the air interwoven with a hail of bullets, lighting up a series of short and dazzling trajectories in the darkness.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullets continuously struck the two steel cables like a string of arrows, gradually chiseling through the strands of rope.

Under Fang Cheng's conscious control, a very fragile balance was maintained.

Finally, only a single strand of thin rope remained to support both steel cables.

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

This sound was like the approaching footsteps of the Grim Reaper, each sound hitting Ma Donghe's heart hard.

He couldn't help but stop breathing, his whole body stiffened, and he could only watch the steel cable that might break at any moment, waiting for the fate of falling into the abyss to come.

At this critical moment, Fang Cheng had already approached the junction of the suspension bridge and the walkway through rapid gliding.

Then, he suddenly lifted the iron door, and like a cheetah, he leaped forward, directly jumping onto the precarious suspension bridge.

Clang!

The suspension bridge shook violently.

Already fragile, it was already teetering under the dual pressure of its own weight load and Ma Donghe's weight.

Now, with the addition of a strong man running with an iron door, the burden suddenly increased sharply.

The remaining thin rope strands were even more overwhelmed, making a more miserable groan than before, as if a battered woman was making a final protest.

This sudden scene made Ma Donghe instantly stunned, his brain blank, and only one crazy thought echoed in his heart:

Big brother, do you want to be buried with me?

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Bullets, like a violent rain of fire, poured densely on the iron door.

Fang Cheng completely ignored everything and rushed towards Ma Donghe, who was tied to the top of the suspension bridge.

As a result, the suspension bridge lost the force to maintain balance and immediately began to tilt from the top, falling down dejectedly.

Ma Donghe, with a face full of horror, began to tilt with the suspension bridge as he was tightly bound by the rope.

The legs of the chair slid on the bridge surface, making a sharp and harsh scratching sound, as if making a desperate struggle before falling into the abyss.

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

He took a deep breath, his whole body muscles tightened instantly, like a powerful spring about to eject, compressed to the limit, and then burst out to the limit.

Whoosh—

With the blessing of the "Ape Waist" and "Elasticity" special effects, Fang Cheng burst out with amazing power and accelerated again.

His figure seemed to turn into a black phantom whirlwind, every step was like a race against the Grim Reaper.

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

The bullets whistled past his ears, dragging out dazzling light and shadows, like a grand and deadly fireworks show.

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

Ma Donghe's eyes were wide open as if they were about to burst out of their sockets, watching Fang Cheng constantly sprinting towards him.

His body, tied up, slid down inch by inch with the chair, raising his head and falling backwards.

His heart had stopped beating, as if an invisible hand had grabbed it hard.

The bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead fell off like broken strings, slowly wriggling in the air.

His mouth was wide open, but fear tightly gripped his throat, making it difficult to speak.

The whole world was spinning, as if plunged into a silent death.

Darkness, like a tide, was devouring and submerging this isolated island and the people on it.

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

Fang Cheng suddenly exhaled and shouted, like rolling thunder, shattering the air that had fallen into silence.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire and shouts surged again, and the whole world returned to normal.

A hail of bullets chased behind him, Fang Cheng, like a high-platform diver, resolutely jumped towards the dark and huge well.

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

Pa!

One hand reached out and firmly grabbed one of the legs of the chair Ma Donghe was sitting on, which was falling down.

Clang!

Immediately afterwards, another hand stretched upwards like iron pliers, accurately hooking onto the iron frame at the end of the suspension bridge.

Creak—

The remaining frame of the suspension bridge, under this sudden gravitational pull, swung towards the cave wall like an injured arm, carrying Fang Cheng who was trying his best and Ma Donghe who was on the verge of death.

The wind howled, as if countless wronged souls were crying and wandering in this empty and dark space.

The foul-smelling miasma, like thick ink, flowed silently and recklessly, wrapping around the neck coldly.

In this suffocating deep darkness, a window glass loomed, like a ray of dawn shining through the night.

Fang Cheng's pupils shrank in mid-air, his vision as sharp as an eagle, locking onto the faintly shining target below, silently waiting.

As the top of the suspension bridge swung towards the cave wall in a frantic swing, the angle gradually approached 45°.

The time has come!

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, he took another deep breath, his right arm muscles suddenly tightened, and quickly swelled to the point where they were almost bursting through his clothes.

Relying on this moment of explosive power, his fingers tightly grasped the legs of the chair.

Like a powerful catapult, he slammed Ma Donghe, who was tied to the chair, towards the window bearing life.

Clang—

A loud noise broke the silence in the darkness, Ma Donghe, wrapped in a huge impact force, crashed straight through the window, and shards of glass scattered like snowflakes.

At the same time, relying on his strong air-stay ability, Fang Cheng's figure followed him closely, scurrying into the wide-open doorway, rolling a few times on the ground.

After buffering, Fang Cheng quickly stood up and scanned the surrounding scenery with bright eyes.

What came into view was a slightly old and messy space.

It seemed that this should be a workshop passage on the second floor.

On both sides of the corridor, many rusty gas pipelines were arranged criss-cross, and a faint "hissing" sound was occasionally emitted.

In addition, various discarded equipment were scattered around, some of which had been damaged beyond repair, and the internal parts were exposed, like piles of abandoned wreckage.

Fang Cheng calmed down, turned around, and leaned out to look out of the broken window.

A noisy exclamation came from the top floor of the workshop on the sixth floor.

The ambushers ran to the edge of the well one after another, each with a nervous expression, muzzles pointing downwards, tentatively firing into the depths.

Each bullet fired was accompanied by a brief flash of light and a piercing sound, echoing in the empty, dark pit.

Clearly, they were trying to find evidence that the two who had fallen from the suspension bridge had been smashed to pieces.

Fang Cheng didn't pay much attention to the threat from above, his eyes following the well wall downwards.

He saw that this well, specifically used for degrading garbage, was incredibly deep, directly dug into the ground.

From here to the bottom, he estimated there were still more than forty meters.

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

Deep and shallow moss and dirt seemed like mottled traces left by the years, telling of the desolation and danger of this place.

"Not easy…"

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

Recalling the entire process of the risky rescue just now, the journey had been fraught with danger at every step.

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Before taking action, Fang Cheng used the three-dimensional holographic image recorded in his mind to accurately calculate various changes and parameters.

This included the distance from the door to the suspension bridge, the speed required when running, and the angle of swing and distance from the window when the suspension bridge fell after the steel cable broke.

All of this had to be precise, interlocked, so as to ensure that there were no omissions in the final action, and that they could successfully escape this desperate situation surrounded by gunfire and impossible to fly out of.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

Ma Donghe lay on the ground like a pool of mud, gasping for breath, constantly groaning.

At this moment, it seemed that only by constantly swearing could he vent the waves of fear surging in his heart.

Hearing Ma Donghe's shouts, Fang Cheng immediately turned his head.

When his gaze fell on the shocking wounds on his body, he suddenly felt a burst of pain in his thighs and back.

He reached out and touched them, but there was no bleeding.

In the fierce gun battle just now, the opponent's firepower was too fierce and the coverage was too wide.

Even with the iron door as a shield, trying to dodge as much as possible, several bullets still took advantage of the situation and bit into his body.

Fortunately, his physique was strong and he was wearing a combat uniform with bulletproof function, so he wouldn't be seriously injured by the bullets, at most there would be some bruises and swelling.

Fang Cheng then checked Ma Donghe's injuries. Apart from the original old wounds, fortunately, he was not hit by stray bullets again.

However, because the ropes had cut into his flesh, after his struggle, several solidified wounds had burst open even more ferociously, and blood kept seeping out, staining the ropes red.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately stepped forward, grabbed the rope binding Ma Donghe, and suddenly exerted force with both hands.

Bang, bang.

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

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

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

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

It took a while to recover, and he muttered:

"Acheng, can you not play so exciting in the future? My heart disease is about to be scared out!"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng smiled and teased:

"Do you want to be kidnapped again in the future?"

Ma Donghe was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and was about to open his mouth 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 he suddenly raised his hand to signal:

"Don't talk, come with me."

Then, he supported Ma Donghe with both hands and led him to the other end of the workshop.

The two moved quickly in the darkness, bypassing the crisscrossing pipes.

When their footsteps landed, they tried not to make a sound, as if they had merged into the dark and silent environment.

They sneaked all the way until they reached an inconspicuous duty room in the corner.

Fang Cheng gently pushed open the door, stepped sideways into it, and then helped Ma Donghe to a more concealed position in the room, and instructed:

"Donghe, you hide here, don't make a sound, and I'll take you out when I come back."

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

"Acheng, they have a lot of people and they all have guns in their hands, it's too dangerous. Why don't we take advantage of the darkness now and sneak out, those people may not be able to catch up."

His face was full of worry, knowing that the so-called Noah organization was powerful and had cruel methods, and he really didn't want Fang Cheng to take risks alone.

"Dangerous?"

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he replied casually: "It will be safe if you kill them all."

Hearing this, Ma Donghe suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes full of concern and responsibility for his friend:

"Then I'll go with you, don't look at me being injured, this body is very durable."

As he said that, he tried to prove that what he said was true by pushing his chest out.

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

"I'm enough to deal with those people alone, you just need to take good care of your injuries."

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

Ma Donghe wanted to say something more, but looking at Fang Cheng's firm eyes, the words came to his lips and then he swallowed them back.

He knew that once this guy made up his mind, nine bulls couldn't pull him back.

He had no choice but to nod silently, praying in his heart that Fang Cheng would return safely.

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Inside the monitoring room, the light became even dimmer.

Several rows of closed-circuit televisions had almost all turned into snowflake screens, with chaotic white dots flashing non-stop.

Only one TV screen remained stable, continuously transmitting real-time footage from the surveillance cameras.

What was presented in the picture was a chaotic gun battle scene on the top floor of the workshop.

Bullets flew, sparks flew, and there was that earth-shattering leap.

Ghost sat quietly in front of the console, staring at the screen.

Everything that had just happened was like a wonderful action movie being played.

And all the performances of the protagonist in this movie had not escaped his eyes.

"Hehe, he really is a master…"

The corners of Ghost's mouth turned up, and a light flashed in the depths of his eyes, as if a hunter had discovered an extremely challenging prey.

Then, he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and issued an order in a stern tone:

"Attention everyone, once you find the target's trail, report to me immediately, without error!"

After that, Ghost stood up swiftly, put on a skull mask, and his whole person exuded a dangerous aura.

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

After saying that, he strode out the door.

Seeing this, Hooded Man quickly asked:

"If you go to deal with him, what do I do?"

"You stay here and check the surveillance, and notify me if you have any news."

Ghost didn't even turn his head back, left these words behind, and his figure disappeared into the darkness, soon disappearing outside the door.

Hooded Man's gaze returned to the surveillance screen with only one picture.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally couldn't restrain the impulse in his heart, raised his foot and quickly followed.