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Chapter 110 Dark Night Raid
Dongdu Port, freight terminal.

The containers are stacked like mountains, crisscrossing each other like a maze, blocking the prying eyes of the outside world.

A convoy of four freight trucks drove slowly in low gear, seemingly trying to keep a low profile.

The roaring sound of the engine still breaks the quiet atmosphere.

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

The convoy followed the direction of the lights, entered the alley formed by huge containers, and drove slowly forward.

After turning several corners, I saw a brightly lit scene in front of me.

It was a large warehouse with a dozen sturdy men in black suits and wearing headsets patrolling back and forth at the door.

After the convoy arrived at the destination, the truck doors were opened with a bang, and then a group of people jumped out.

These people were holding weapons such as submachine guns and light machine guns, which were real weapons with fierce firepower.

It is obvious at first glance that they are not escort personnel from a legitimate freight company, but more like a group of vicious bandits.

"The headquarters finally decided to send more people over, but those two guardians are missing..."

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

"Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? The two of us are enough to guard here!"

A slightly arrogant voice came from behind him.

I saw a young man in a black tight suit, holding a samurai sword in both hands, and making gestures in the air.

Although he swung the knife slowly, the blade still produced a sharp trembling sound when it cut through the air.

There was a muscular man who looked like a bodybuilder sitting on the sofa next to him, crossing his legs, drinking red wine, and laughing:
"I'm actually looking forward to the hidden killer of the Three Wolf Gang. I hope I won't be too disappointed..."

He looked so relaxed and comfortable, as if he was here on vacation.

Wu Shihao shook his head helplessly.

These two men were not his subordinates, but were sent by the headquarters to act as supervisors. Their main responsibility was to ensure the safety of the goods.

That is, those girls, and - that "experimental subject".

Think of this.

Wu Shihao couldn't help but cast his eyes towards a large glass container that looked like a coffin and was placed in the middle of the room.

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

It includes office areas, reception rooms, and living quarters. It is not only fully equipped but also has very tight security.

Wu Shihao has been living here for two days.

In addition to attaching great importance to this cargo transportation mission, he also had the idea of killing someone with a borrowed knife.

After all, it is not realistic to ask the headquarters to specially send an expert to hunt down an enemy for you.

But if this enemy has threatened the gang's important mission, the situation is different.

Wu Shihao could have legitimately used the power of the organization to solve a major problem for himself.

Benefit, Benefit.

There was a knock on the office door, and Wu Shihao's trusted subordinate Changfa pushed the door open and came in.

He walked quickly to Wu Shihao and whispered a few words.

"understood."

After listening to Changfa's report, Wu Shihao nodded and ordered:
"Let the lawyer help to resist first. I will find a suitable scapegoat to take the blame."

What the two were talking about was the subsequent chain reaction after the black market for human organ trading was shut down.

Now the police have applied to temporarily seal off Wu’s Trading Company on suspicion of engaging in illegal organized crime, and are searching for relevant evidence of illegal activities.

Wu Shihao was not panicked about this.

This is not the first time something like this has happened.

Those black industries were basically handed over to his subordinates, and he only had to take the profits.

As for the account books of financial transactions, there are professional financial personnel who handle them cleanly for him.

Today we live in a society ruled by law, and evidence is required for everything. We cannot make false accusations based on the words of a tainted witness.

It’s a pity that Kuang Renhui died too quickly, otherwise there wouldn’t be so much trouble.

At this moment, what Wu Shihao was most concerned about was the specific whereabouts of the killer.

Since Kuang Renhui’s lair was destroyed, the warehouse address must have been known to the other party.

Maybe tonight, or tomorrow night, the other party should be able to get here...

Thinking of this, Wu Shihao immediately walked to his desk.

Through several rows of closed-circuit television surveillance screens installed on the wall, you can watch the gang's most professional gunmen setting up guard posts in various corners of the warehouse.

After examining it for a moment, Wu Shihao couldn't help but feel much more at ease.

As long as the firepower is strong enough, I don’t believe there is anyone who is strong enough to not be afraid of bullets, even if wearing a bulletproof vest.

certainly--

He had actually seen with his own eyes a guy who could withstand bullets with his own body.

But they are not normal people!

Wu Shihao turned his head and cast his gaze towards the "monster" lying in the glass container, muttering secretly:
"This experimental subject is really looking more and more like a monster..."

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In the cold night, the Lingang area is full of colorful buildings.

Dozens of high buildings stand in the middle of it, like an isolated island in the ocean.
At the edge of the rooftop.

Fang Cheng stood on the concrete wall of the guardrail and looked towards the port.

The high-altitude air currents mixed with a few drops of icy rain blew over, wetting his face and making his hair messy.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze.

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

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

Next, insert the seven magazines into the magazine pouches on the chest and waist respectively.

Finally, insert the butterfly knife into the tactical belt.

All dressed properly, the whole person seemed to be completely hidden in the darkness.

The only thing left was a pair of pupils hidden behind the goggles, faintly flashing with a strange light.

The hunt is about to begin.

Fang Cheng threw the bag under the water tower where he could shelter from the rain, and spread out a blueprint in his hands.

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

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In the dark night, raindrops kept falling, making a rustling sound.

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

Three men armed with rifles patrolled back and forth as a group.

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

"The weather forecast says it might snow tonight, so nothing should happen, right?"

"Who knows? We should be more careful in this kind of awful weather..."

The three of them looked out the window, exhaled white air from their mouths, and muttered to each other.

Suddenly, with a "click", all the lights above my head went out.

A series of surprised and doubtful voices were heard from all around, from near to far.

"What's going on? There's a power outage?"

The trio were also somewhat stunned.

At this moment, the headset suddenly made a buzzing sound, and a panicked call came:

"There's a sneak attack in the power distribution room next to the east gate..."

Before he could finish his words, they stopped abruptly as if he had been attacked.

Listening to the residual sound of electricity in the headsets, the trio's faces changed.

He quickly picked up his gun and, using the faint light, moved towards the location of the incident.

When they, who were closest to the police, arrived at the east gate, they saw only two bodies lying in a pool of blood.

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

The trio's hearts skipped a beat.

One of them quickly took out a spare high-powered flashlight from his pocket and carefully shone the surroundings.

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

After looking inside again, I still found no trace of the intruder.

At this time, footsteps and voices were heard from behind.

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

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

I saw the half-open east door a few meters away, creaking and shaking in the wind, with a few raindrops drifting in. When I moved my sight downward, I finally found the body of my third companion.

It was precisely because of the corpse's legs and feet that the door could not be completely closed.

"Attention all units, all three brothers of Group E10 have been killed. The target should have infiltrated the warehouse."

The leader of the trio just announced this news through the headset.

Suddenly, a very faint gunshot was heard.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Three bullets drew three trajectories and quickly passed through the gap in the door.

The three men were shot in the center of their eyebrows one after another and fell backwards.

In the dark, cold, rainy night, a figure lay on the wet concrete floor, seemingly blending completely into the environment.

Whenever someone inside the door approached the distribution room, a bullet would shoot out from the muzzle of the gun in his hand, hitting the target's forehead with extreme accuracy.

Half a minute later.

I listened carefully for a moment and found that there were no more footsteps approaching.

It seems that the patrol officers are aware of the problem.

The figure in black combat uniform had a slight gleam in his eyes.

Then, holding a pistol with a silencer, he climbed up like a civet cat and jumped into the crack of the door with extraordinary agility.

Not a moment.

Flames burst out in the warehouse, and there were bursts of gunfire and screams like frying beans.

"Look out, I see him, right here!"

In the pitch-dark warehouse, several flashlight beams were shaking and waving.

By chance, he saw a black figure flash by, and immediately a volley of bullets fired at it.

The figure slid along the ground like a gecko and instantly disappeared into the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, several patrol officers holding flashlights let out muffled groans and screams.

Soon there was no sound, only a few beams of light quietly shooting across the wall.

"Turn off the flashlight!"

"Damn, that guy's shooting skills are damn accurate!"

When other people around saw this, they hurriedly shouted, their voices trembling with fear.

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

but--

The bullets that came from nowhere were still able to accurately find their positions and hit their eyebrows one by one.

Even those who hid under containers or wore bulletproof vests could not escape the disaster.

One scream after another echoed in the empty warehouse, which was extremely creepy.

It was as if the person they encountered at this moment was not a living person.

It was a ghost without a body, without breathing or heartbeat, leaving them with no chance to fight back.

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

The corpses were lying all over the place, blood was gushing out, turning into a sticky and smelly lake.

Anxious calls came from the headset that fell to the ground.

Faint light shines in from the window.

A pitch-black figure emerged from the darkness, stepped over the corpse, and crushed the headset.

The devil-like face showed no expression, but the pupils behind the goggles were faintly flashing red light.

A piece of information appeared before my eyes.

[Gunmanship Experience +45]

A breath of cold white air came out from the vent of the mask, and Fang Cheng then raised his eyes and looked not far away.

In the dark vision, the outline of a safety fire door is clearly visible.

That's the shortcut to the second floor of the warehouse.

The sound of chaotic footsteps could be vaguely heard. There were about dozens of people rushing here to provide support.

Fang Cheng quickly replaced the magazine and then pulled out a butterfly knife from his belt.

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

When the first figure pushed open the door, a knife flashed and blood spurted out.

After slitting the throat in an instant, Fang Cheng pushed the body of the person who was stabbed to death and rushed directly inside.

The people following behind did not react in a hurry.

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

Some fired in panic, but all of them hit their companions.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

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

First, fire a round of rapid pistol fire to eliminate the armed attacker in the distance.

He then used close combat skills to subdue several people in succession.

Grappling, breaking bones, wrestling, stabbing and slashing with daggers, every move was aimed at the throat, heart and other vital parts.

He was like an evil ghost in the darkness, taking away the lives of more than a dozen people in the blink of an eye.

The last patrol officers who arrived heard the continuous screams coming from the front and shone their flashlights randomly, but could not see the scene clearly.

So he hardened his heart, picked up his submachine gun, and fired mercilessly.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng used other people's bodies as shields and still burst out with the sprint speed of a 100-meter world champion.

He approached the opponent in an instant and stabbed him through the heart with a knife.

Then replace the magazine and wait for a new round of massacre.

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

Let Fang Cheng feel like a fish in water in this environment.

Less than two minutes.

All the guards who arrived were dealt with one by one.

Next, the other party seemed to have received an order and no one came to support.

Fang Cheng replaced the magazine again and continued walking up the stairs.

creak-

He pushed open the security door on the second floor, glanced at the scene in the darkness, and stepped in.

With a "click", several searchlights turned on overhead, appearing particularly dazzling and bright.

Almost at the same time, a round of bullets swept over wildly, emitting countless sparks.

The other side actually set up an ambush here, using light machine guns and submachine guns mounted high on the container to suppress fire.

but.

Fang Cheng had already seen their location clearly and made a prediction in advance, rolling and hiding behind a container in the corner.

Seeing that the target never dared to show his head, the gunmen couldn't help but shout in triumph.

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

When it exploded instantly, dust rose up, creating an effect similar to that of a smoke bomb.

Immediately afterwards, several searchlights were shattered by a burst of gunfire.

The surroundings fell into darkness again.

Several machine gunners seemed a little panicked and communicated with each other through headsets.

Another group of gunmen equipped with tactical lights also spread out, looking for the target.

In a place that no one expected, a figure in black combat uniform jumped lightly onto the top of a container like a monkey.

Then he slowly walked behind the gunman who was lying in front of him, slashed his throat with his knife, and it was a fatal move.

After killing a machine gunner swiftly and efficiently, Fang Cheng glanced at the other guards and patrollers in the dark.

More footsteps could be heard 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 eliminate all these gangsters here one by one, in batches.

Completely eliminate all hidden dangers!
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Office on the third floor.

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

Wu Shihao scolded his useless subordinates in a hoarse voice, while directing the gunmen through the headset on how to hunt down the ghost-like killer.

The two people standing behind him stared at the screen with their eyes wide open, showing their excitement.

(End of this chapter)