Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 282 - 207: Murderous Intent in the Dark Night

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Chapter 282: Chapter 207: Murderous Intent in the Dark Night

The waste treatment plant in the dead of night was like a ruin forgotten by the city.

Distant streetlights flickered a dim yellow haze under the overcast skies, barely outlining the mountains of garbage piles around.

All was silent, save for a few plastic bags trembling in the wind, chasing and colliding with each other, rustling "shasha."

Hoo—

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the ground, sending the plastic bags flying into the air.

They looked like a frightened swarm of black bats, fluttering chaotically in the sky.

At the same time, a figure, like a flash of black lightning, appeared out of nowhere, swiftly weaving through the empty and dilapidated plant.

Within a few leaps and bounds, he had quickly appeared at the corner of the plant’s office building.

Barely visible in the faint light, one could discern the figure wearing a black, tight-fitting Combat Suit.

The clothing was somewhat small, clinging tightly to his agile body, outlining his muscle lines conspicuously.

It was as if infinite explosive power was contained within, ready to burst through the thin fabric at any moment.

His head was clad in a black tactical mask, resembling a grim and blackened ghost face, emitting a faint glow from the darkness.

Behind the goggles, a pair of eyes sharp as an eagle’s vigilantly scanned the surroundings.

Wherever his gaze landed, it seemed to pierce through all hidden dangers, not sparing any corners that might harbor threats.

The cold wind of the night grew more frantic, plastic bags danced wildly in the sky, as if trying to completely tear apart the tranquil atmosphere.

But the mysterious figure stood unmoved, merely leaning against the wall, blending into the dark environment.

The night was like a vast curtain of black, enveloping the entire plant snugly.

Only the top of the garbage processing workshop faintly revealed the light within.

That bean-sized halo of light struggled to twinkle in the dense ink-like night, as if pointing the way, yet also tempting intruders to step into the unknown peril.

"This should be the place..."

Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, he muttered to himself.

Then, bending over, he quickly snuck toward the junction between the workshop and the office building.

Like a nocturnal cheetah, his movements were agile, his steps light, each footfall falling completely silent.

According to previous observations, there should be a special passageway to enter the workshop here.

Reaching the target location, he crouched in the shadowy corner, looking up.

Above him, at about the level of the fifth floor, there was a suspended walkway built of iron plates, connecting the workshop and the office building.

At the workshop’s entrance, two figures loomed, faint voices of their conversation floating through.

They were leaning askew, wielding machetes in hand, smoking to stay awake, whispering amongst themselves.

Barely audible complaints about having to stand guard outside in the cold winter air, followed by the exchange of vulgar jokes.

Fang Cheng perked up his ears, listening for a moment, then turned to observe possible routes for climbing.

The condition of the wall that met his eyes, however, was not promising.

This side of the building had no windows, and therefore lacked elements like window ledges that could serve as support for the body.

Moreover, due to long-term neglect, water trails snaked down the wall, leaving large, wet marks, covered in moss and black grime everywhere.

Touching it, its slippery sensation was like a layer of lubricant; carelessness could easily cause one to slip down.

Yet Fang Cheng’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes sweeping over every inch of the wall.

Then, he leaped up, his hands landing precisely on a bare brick section of the wall three meters high, his fingers digging into the narrow crevice with force.

At the same time, the toe of his shoe lightly pressed against the wall, minimizing the movement to avoid making any noise.

After a brief pause, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and he shot upwards, like an agile monkey, tracing an agile arc through the air, grabbing another small protrusion on the wall that could serve as a leverage point.

In this manner, relying on his remarkable finger strength, he climbed upward, silently bit by bit.

As the howling cold wind swept by, the hidden figure ascended the wall, now nearing the walkway on the fifth floor.

At this moment, the two burly men guarding the entrance remained completely unaware, engrossed in their lewd jokes.

Their faces bore sleazy smiles, the smoke from their cigarettes rising and swirling in the darkness, blurring their features.

Perhaps convinced by their high position on the fifth floor, they felt as secure as a fortress.

Therefore, they only watched the office building across from them, never expecting someone to climb up the wall, like a specter hidden beneath their feet.

Fang Cheng’s eyes glinted coldly, seizing the moment, he flipped over and landed lightly onto the walkway.

As soon as he touched down, he sprang forth like a coiled spring, rushing forward with a swift strike.

Before the two brawny men could react from their laughter, a hand had already covered their mouths, stifling any scream in their throats.

Immediately after, his fingers hooked and swiftly struck down, locking onto the crucial points of their throats.

With a "crack" sound twice, choked groans seemed to be devoured by the darkness, vanishing altogether.

In an instant, both bodies slumped as if stripped of their spines, going limp.

From the flip landing on the walkway to snapping the necks of the two men, the entire process didn’t stir the slightest ripple.

Fang Cheng’s gaze was cold, his movements practiced to perfection, with each amount of force applied just right, like a finely tuned killing machine.

Having smoothly taken care of the hidden guards, he gently laid the two bodies on the ground.

As Fang Cheng looked up, the corner of his eye caught the surveillance camera installed on the opposite office building.

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