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"Thank you for your hard work."

Fang Cheng toned down his imposing aura and cut straight to the point without any unnecessary opening remarks.

"Our Illuminati's main objective in tonight's operation is to rescue the hostages."

He pulled a folded A4 sheet of paper from his pocket and casually handed it to the professor who was standing closest to him, indicating that everyone should pass it around:
"Shen Wei, the current president of the East City Society, is sixty-two years old. His distinguishing features are gray hair, a thin face, and a missing section of his left ring finger."

"Right now, he's on the rooftop of the Silver Wing Building in Jiangdong New District."

"The people who kidnapped him are the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group."

Upon hearing this name, Old Chen, Fei Ying, and Eagle Eye's pupils contracted slightly, clearly indicating that they had all heard of the infamous reputation of this group of madmen.

Fang Cheng ignored it, speaking rapidly yet with exceptional clarity:

"The enemy's core combat force consists of four people."

"Black Mamba, a B-level Inhuman, is tall and thin with dark skin. His abilities are invisibility and extreme speed. He is skilled with a pair of venom-coated daggers and is a formidable assassin."

As they spoke, Fang Cheng turned his gaze to the young man toying with the butterfly knife:

"Feiying, you are very fast. During the battle, I want you to keep a close eye on him and use every means to entangle him, so that he doesn't have a chance to attack others."

Fei Ying abruptly stopped spinning the butterfly knife in her hand, and a smile curled at the corner of her lips:
"Don't worry, President. Speed? I've never lost to anyone in my life. Even if he can turn invisible, I can still pull out his venomous fangs."

Fang Cheng remained noncommittal and continued to introduce the identities and information of the Bloodthorn members:

"Fire Dragon, an Eastern European, is characterized by red hair and blue eyes, and his strength is assessed as B-level."

"This guy is an arsonist who can control high-temperature flames. He has great explosive power, but his endurance is average. He is not good at close combat, so he often hides behind his teammates."

This time, Fang Cheng's gaze fell on Hawkeye:

"The most important thing for this type of mage is attack range."

"If a battle breaks out, Hawkeye, you need to lock onto the target immediately and suppress it with fire. Don't give him a chance to cast spells and set fires."

Hawkeye didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, holding the violin case in his arms, as a response.

Fang Cheng then looked at the middle-aged man who looked somewhat distressed:
"Old Chen, you have super hearing and are good at locating sounds by sound."

"In the team, I am responsible for supporting roles. During battle, my main role is to confirm the enemy's location, provide timely warnings, and cooperate with Feiying and Yingyan to carry out targeted kills."

Old Chen nodded solemnly:

"clear."

"Next, there is one more special member."

Fang Cheng's gaze then shifted to the burly man who was even taller than himself:

"This person is codenamed Big Bear. He is a muscular monster who is 2.3 meters tall. He seems to have an intellectual disability, but his combat power is exceptionally strong."

"Not only is he incredibly strong and invulnerable to weapons, but he also has a cannibalistic tendency, making him extremely dangerous. He is currently assessed as A+."

"Fat Tiger, I heard from the professor that you've just been promoted to A-level."

"You're the one who needs to crack this tough nut. You don't need to kill him, just withstand his frontal assault and buy time for the others. Are you confident?"

Fat Tiger swallowed hard, his eyes showing both fear of a formidable foe and a hint of excitement at meeting a worthy opponent.

"A+ grade big guy... Fine! I want to test whether his skin is tougher or my fist is tougher."

Fang Cheng nodded, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces, his tone becoming even more serious:

"Finally, there is their leader, codenamed 'Masked Man,' who wears a clown mask all year round, and whose appearance is unknown."

"According to the intelligence I have, he possesses at least the means of mental manipulation and telekinesis, and can influence people's minds through words. He can even easily suppress the A+ level Big Bear, so his strength can be at least classified as S level."

"Professor, Xiaoya, I'll handle this person, but you two need to be extra careful and prepared."

"If you need to intervene to counteract the negative influence of the other party, I will issue the order at any time."

After the mission objectives and enemy information were presented, a brief silence fell over the back alley.

Everyone seemed to be deep in thought, quickly digesting this key information.

Fat Tiger and Flying Shadow looked at each other, quite surprised.

Although they had only been in the field for a short time, they knew the importance of intelligence work.

For elusive international mercenary groups like "Bloodthorn," official special search teams often can't even catch a glimpse of them.

This young president knew exactly how many people the other side had, their specific abilities, and even their weaknesses.

Could it be that the Illuminati had already built such a terrifying intelligence network so soon after its establishment?

Fang Cheng did not offer much explanation.

This intelligence information was naturally purchased from the "Bridge of Helplessness" for a hefty sum of five million.

In its early days, the Illuminati was still very weak in all aspects, and any problem that could be solved with money was a minor matter.

As the chairman, he would never allow his subordinates to risk their lives at unknown costs.

This operation was made with such targeted and detailed arrangements.

It's not just about demonstrating one's command abilities, but also about giving these new members a chance to showcase their personalities and witness their capabilities firsthand.

"Besides the four core members, the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group also secretly controls a small gang called the 'Flying Crane Gang,' whose headquarters are located on the top floor of the Silverwing Building,"

After waiting a moment, Fang Cheng continued:

"Therefore, this operation still needs to clear out a lot of small fry."

"The tactical arrangements are as follows."

He immediately raised his wrist to check the time and quickly issued the instruction:
"Professor, you and Xiaoya will guard the lobby on the first floor and the exit of the underground parking garage to prevent any escapees. Contact us immediately via earpiece if anything happens."

"Remember, in case of any changes, prioritize the safety of the team and be prepared for their evacuation."

"clear."

The professor and Xiaoya nodded solemnly.

"As for the four of you..."

Fang Cheng turned and scanned Fat Tiger, Old Chen, Flying Shadow, and Hawkeye:

"You are now playing the role of the East City Gang's helpers who have been invited to rescue Chairman Shen. Take the elevator directly up and clear out the Flying Crane Gang members stationed here, drawing their attention from the front."

Fang Cheng stared intently at the four of them:

"Can it be done?"

"As long as we're not sent to our deaths, holding them off shouldn't be a problem at all."

Feiying put on a baseball cap, shrugged, and made a joke.

Fat Tiger cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds, and grinned as well.
"Don't worry, Chairman. As long as those bastards aren't piloting Gundams, I can lead my brothers to charge in."

"I can keep an eye on that foreigner named Fire Dragon."

Hawkeye, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his tone cold and hard yet full of confidence.

At that moment, he opened the violin case and took out a heavy sniper rifle that had been disassembled into parts.

"President, I'm fine with it too."

Old Chen seemed more cautious, nodding in response before asking another question:
"But what about the hostages... what if they kill them if we make too much of a scene?"

"Don't worry about that."

A glint of light flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes:
"As for rescuing the hostages... I will go up from behind and take charge personally."

"Your mission is to strike at the heart of the enemy. Be swift and decisive, and be as arrogant as possible. Try to draw their attention to the front so that I can make my move."

"Remember, our priority in this mission is to save lives; killing is secondary."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

"Listen clearly."

The crowd responded in unison, their voices low yet filled with murderous intent.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly and gave the final instruction:
"You have one minute to check your communications and weapons and prepare for battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of crisp sounds of machinery clashing echoed through the alley.

Hawkeye's fingers flew like piano players, assembling the black heavy sniper rifle in seconds. He expertly pulled back the bolt and checked the firing pin. Fat Tiger pulled a pair of specially made brass knuckles from his waist, put them on, and tapped them together, producing a dull thud.

Fei Ying tucked the dagger into his sleeve and checked the slots for each throwing knife on his belt to make sure they could be drawn smoothly.

Old Chen finished his last puff of cigarette, then stubbed it out hard, took out a few smoke bombs from the car, and stuffed them into his jacket pocket.

The professor and Xiaoya put on their headsets and adjusted the signal strength.

In the dark back alley, a faint "buzzing" sound of electricity could be heard from time to time.

Before the smoke of battle even rose, a chilling killing intent already filled the air.

....................................

A few minutes later.

Even late at night, Jinhai Road is still bustling with traffic and brightly lit.

Fang Cheng led six members of the Illuminati to stand in the spacious landscaped plaza, looking up at the distance ahead.

Standing before everyone was a skyscraper over 300 meters tall – the Silver Wing Building.

This commercial office building has a standard geometric cube structure and is entirely covered with a dark blue glass curtain wall.

The illuminated logo on the rooftop is faintly visible in the mist, casting a cool white hue.

Meanwhile, on a giant screen spanning hundreds of square meters in the adjacent department store, an advertisement for a high-end perfume was playing.

In the video, an international supermodel blows a kiss to the camera, her alluring voice echoing across the square:

"Violet, I've encountered your fatal allure..."

Fang Cheng glanced around, and as he listened to the familiar melody, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Previously, when Ah Le and the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group were arguing on the phone, he took the opportunity to hide to the side and listen carefully.

Despite the unstable radio waves through the microphone, Fang Cheng still managed to keenly detect the unusual sounds in the background thanks to his extraordinary hearing.

That was the sharp whistling sound produced when airflow passed through the corners of a building at high speed and was cut open, forming turbulence.

Such a clear and high-frequency sharp sound would be impossible to produce on a ground surface with large obstructions.

Only at altitudes of two to three hundred meters or more, with sufficiently strong winds, and combined with a special building structure, can such a unique sound effect be created.

For example, the metal frame of the logo erected on the top floor of the building.

More importantly, amidst the background noise of the phone call, Fang Cheng also heard a highly recognizable melody.

At that very moment, near the Silver Wing Building, on the screen of the department store's exterior wall, a perfume advertisement was playing on a loop.

The sound of wind, the sound of advertisements, office buildings with helipads...

Combined with previously obtained intelligence, it has been confirmed that the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group has recently been active in the Jiangdong CBD New District.

Through this process of filtering, all the clues were finally gathered together, and the location of the prey's den was accurately pinpointed.

That is, the Silver Wing Building in front of us, sparsely lit and seemingly tranquil.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, his eyes instantly turning sharp.

He straightened the collar of his hoodie, then raised his hand and gestured to the people behind him:
"start to act."

Seeing this, the professor quickly led Xiaoya to the flower bed opposite the building.

The two pretended to be tourists admiring the night view, but their eyes were always vigilantly scanning the entrances and exits of the building and the underground parking lot.

Fat Tiger, Flying Shadow, Old Chen, and Hawkeye exchanged a glance, then strode towards the revolving glass doors on the front of the building.

Just as they were stepping onto the steps, a series of hurried and powerful footsteps suddenly came from behind them.

The four of them instinctively turned around to look.

Fang Cheng did not head towards any entrance, but instead rushed straight towards the smooth, mirror-like glass curtain wall on the side of the building.

"What is the president going to do..."

Before Gian could finish asking his question, the sight before him abruptly cut him off.

When Fang Cheng was still two meters away from the wall, he suddenly accelerated, leaping up like a large bird.

Then, a black afterimage streaked through the air, and instead of crashing into the wall, the person gracefully touched it.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Fang Cheng had his hands with his fingers spread out, firmly pressing them against the tempered glass surface.

It was as if the originally slippery glass curtain wall became rougher than tree bark in his hands, providing unparalleled grip.

The next second, Fang Cheng exerted force in his waist and abdomen, arched his back, and swung his limbs alternately.

Like a giant spider, it rapidly climbs upwards along the vertical glass curtain wall.

"Click rub rub —"

Each time a fingertip grips the glass, the body propels upwards several meters.

There were no hooks, no suction cups, and no ropes.

He used his bare hands to climb skyscrapers that most people would never dare to attempt.

The black hooded sweatshirt fluttered in the night wind.

He transformed into a streak of black light, darting swiftly through the colorful reflections of the neon lights.

In the blink of an eye, he had already climbed over the dozens of meters high podium building, passed the billboards at the bottom, and sped towards the invisible summit in the clouds.

On the ground, several new members stood frozen in front of the revolving door, their necks craned back.

The surrounding urban noise seemed to disappear at that moment.

All they could see was that black figure moving with ease on the sheer cliff face.

"My dear..."

Fat Tiger's mouth gaped open, his thuggish eyes widening in disbelief.
"Is...is this even human? Could it be a spider demon?"

"..."

Feiying swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

As an agile ability user, he has always been proud of his control over his body.

But looking at that figure climbing 100 meters in the air with his bare hands, I felt my scalp tingle.

Doesn't he need a point of leverage? That's glass, after all!
Old Chen was equally astonished, muttering to himself:

"So that's what the president meant by 'going up from the back'... I thought it meant taking the freight elevator..."

Hawkeye's expression also changed.

With his enhanced vision, he was able to see all the details clearly.

Fang Cheng's fingers seemed to be welded to the surface of glass, and his muscles rippled like waves as he climbed.

Every movement was effortless and without the slightest hesitation, as if the building were not standing vertically, but laid flat on the ground.

That absolute control over his body and environment finally caused Hawkeye's proud heart to waver slightly.

Is this the world of S-class?
"Stop being in a daze."

Hawkeye was the first to look away, pulling his mask up to conceal the shock in his eyes:

"The president will be in office soon, we can't hold him back."

The other three seemed to wake from a dream, took a deep breath, and the doubt in their eyes completely disappeared, replaced by excitement.

The four men quickly turned around and stepped through the revolving glass door with murderous intent.

Beside the flower bed opposite the building.

Xiaoya looked up at the figure that had become a black dot, and covered her mouth in shock:

"Uncle Ye...is the president Spider-Man?"

The professor adjusted his glasses, gazing at the figure disappearing into the night sky, a proud smile playing on his lips.

"No, Xiaoya."

"He is destined to become our king." (End of Chapter)