Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 92 The Final Battle with Hara Aono

Song Zhaowen did not launch a direct attack immediately. Like a gecko, he moved silently along the outer wall towards the roof. The strength and suction power of his mutated fingers and palms allowed him to move as if on flat ground on this almost vertical wall, making almost no sound.

On the rooftop, Falcon, wearing makeshift night vision goggles, crouched behind a cement water tank, vigilantly scanning his surroundings. The night wind howled, causing his combat uniform to flutter loudly.

"Little mouse, let me catch you—" Falcon licked his lips. His high-tech night vision goggles had built-in infrared body temperature detection, so no living creature could escape them unless it was a dead person without body temperature. In the green field of vision of the night vision goggles, the outlines of the surrounding rooftops were exceptionally clear, and no abnormalities were found for the time being.

Suddenly, he felt a very slight movement of air behind him.

The sense of crisis cultivated from years of living on the edge made his hair stand on end. Without thinking, he lunged forward and simultaneously drew the pistol from his waist with his right hand!

However, it was still a step too late!

A cold, powerful hand gripped his wrist, which was holding the gun, like an iron clamp. The immense force made him feel as if his bones were about to be crushed! Immediately afterward, another hand covered his mouth and nose, while a cold, sharp pain shot through the side of his neck, followed by the burning sensation of scalding liquid gushing out.

It's a knife! A sharp knife!

Falcon's eyes were wide open as he struggled desperately, but the hand covering his mouth and nose was incredibly strong, rendering him unable to make a sound. The excruciating pain in his neck and the rapid loss of strength made all his resistance futile.

Like a reaper lurking in the darkness, Song Zhaowen emerged silently from the shadows behind the falcon and struck deadly with a single blow.

The serrated dagger easily severed the falcon's carotid artery and trachea.

He gently laid the falcon flat on its limp body, making sure not to make a sound. The whole process was quick, precise, and ruthless, taking no more than three seconds.

Having dealt with the sentry on the roof, Song Zhaowen removed the night vision goggles from Falcon and put them on. He then checked his equipment: an MP5K pistol, two magazines, a Glock pistol, and two offensive grenades. He removed the grenades, clipped them to his belt, picked up the MP5K, and checked the ammunition.

Then, he moved to the access hatch on the roof leading into the building and gently lifted the rusted iron cover. Instead of going down immediately, he took out a small, telescope-like object from his pocket—actually a simple periscope, one of the "tools" he had prepared.

He slowly inserted the periscope into the access port, adjusted the angle, and observed the situation inside the fourth-floor room.

In the dim light, he saw that Yuan Qingnan was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his samurai sword held across his knees. A burly man (Tiehu) stood guard at the door, his back to the maintenance hatch, holding an MP5K and listening alertly to any sounds outside. Another small, thin figure (Linghou) was fiddling with radio equipment in the corner.

Song Zhaowen took a deep breath, took a few steps back, then suddenly accelerated forward and leaped off the edge of the roof!

Instead of jumping directly to the window, he adjusted his body in mid-air, precisely pushing off a protrusion on the wall with both feet, using the momentum to leap up again. At the same time, his hands shot out like lightning, grabbing a fairly sturdy drainpipe above the window!

The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful, like a stunt performance, yet completely silent.

Like a pendulum, using inertia, the body swung toward the window!

Just as his body was about to crash into the window, he released one hand, used the other to steady himself, and at the same time kicked the window, which was simply reinforced with wooden boards, with both feet.

"Clang!"

The fragile wooden planks shattered with a crash! Song Zhaowen, like a cannonball, smashed through the window and tumbled into the room.

"Enemy attack!" Tiehu was the first to react, roaring as he turned to open fire.

However, the moment Song Zhaowen landed, he performed a tactical roll to avoid the possible pre-aiming line, while his MP5K spewed fire.

"Da da da!"

A short burst of fire, the target not of Iron Tiger, but of the clever monkey in the corner.

Just as the clever monkey heard the sound of the window breaking and was about to turn around, bullets whistled through the air and struck him hard in the back and neck!

He didn't even have time to scream before collapsing onto the equipment, his blood instantly staining the radio.

Iron Tiger's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically fired in the direction where Song Zhaowen was hiding!

Bullets sent debris flying from the floor and walls, but Song Zhaowen, with his newfound agility, had already rolled behind a load-bearing pillar on the other side of the room.

Then two offensive grenades rolled to Iron Tiger's feet.

Tie Hu lowered his head, a sudden thought flashing through his mind: "It's over."

Offensive grenades have a smaller explosive charge and their blast wave is not as strong as that of defensive grenades, but they are filled with various iron pellets. Once they explode, the densely packed pellets will shoot in all directions, and no one in the room will be able to escape.

Iron Tiger was a ruthless man. In order to prevent the grenade's power from affecting Yuan Qingnan, he actually resisted the human survival instinct to dodge and threw his entire body onto the grenade.

Boom~

The explosion was muffled yet violent, shaking the entire room. Orange-red flames burst forth from beneath Tie Hu, and countless steel balls and metal fragments, along with blood, flesh, and tattered clothing, shot out in all directions, hitting the walls and ceiling with a series of thuds!

Tie Hu didn't even utter a sound before his burly body was instantly blown to pieces, blood and fragments of internal organs splattering everywhere. By using himself as a human shield, he significantly reduced the grenade's destructive power in other directions of the room, especially protecting the corner where Yuan Qingnan was located.

However, this was exactly the effect Song Zhaowen wanted. He didn't expect the two grenades to kill Yuan Qingnan at all; his goal was to create chaos.

Less than a second after the explosion ended, Song Zhaowen pounced out from behind the support pillar like a cheetah. He had already thrown away his MP5 with its empty magazine and aimed a powerful punch directly at Yuan Qingnan, who had just bounced up from the ground and whose eyes were filled with shock and rage.

Yuan Qingnan was indeed shocked by the sudden explosion and Tie Hu's tragic sacrifice. In that less than a second of hesitation, Song Zhaowen's fist had already slammed into his chest.

"Baka!" Hara Aono roared, using his hand as a sword and unleashing the ultimate technique of the Broken Blade Style—One-Shot Piercing Wood!

In March, I spent three whole months in the detention cell. Although it was extremely difficult, it was an excellent place for self-cultivation. The loneliness and hardship tested my mind and tormented my body!

It was this extreme environment that allowed Yuan Qingnan to push his physique and the "One-Shot Killing Technique" to unprecedented heights. He was confident that he was several times stronger than he was three months ago, and that this hand chop was enough to pierce through an iron plate.

His palm tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and precisely slashed at Song Zhaowen's incoming fist. He wanted to meet it head-on and cripple Song Zhaowen's arm in one fell swoop, letting him know what the real difference in martial arts was.

However, just as the fist and palm were about to make contact...

Yuan Qingnan's pupils suddenly contracted.