Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 291 - 210: Leap, Impossible Mission 2

Immediately following, another hand reached upwards like an iron clamp, accurately gripping the iron frame at the end of the suspension bridge.

Creaaak—

Under the sudden pull of gravity, the suspension bridge with its remaining framework swung like an injured arm with Fang Cheng using all his strength and Ma Donghe hanging by a thread, flinging them toward the cave wall.

The wind moaned, resembling countless wailing spirits lamenting and wandering in this vast darkness.

The stench of decay was like thick ink, silently flowing and chillingly wrapping around the neck.

In this suffocating darkness, a windowpane appeared faintly, like a glimmer of dawn in the night,

In mid-flight, Fang Cheng’s pupils shrank, eyes sharp as an eagle, locking onto the faintly glowing target below, silently waiting

with the suspension bridge swinging wildly, its top part flung towards the cave wall, the angle gradually approached 45°.

The moment had arrived!

Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed, taking a deep breath again, right arm muscles tensed suddenly, rapidly swelling to the point of almost bursting through his clothes.

Using this momentary explosive strength, his fingers tightly gripped the chair’s leg.

Like a powerful catapult, he fiercely flung Ma Donghe, who was tied to the chair, toward that life-bearing window.

Crash—

A loud crash shattered the darkness, and Ma Donghe, wrapped in immense impact, smashed straight through the window, glass shards scattering like snowflakes.

At the same time, relying on his strong ability to hang in the air, Fang Cheng’s figure followed closely behind, darting into the open doorway, rolling a few times on the ground.

After cushioning, Fang Cheng quickly got up, scanning the surroundings with a sharp gaze.

Coming into view, was a slightly old and cluttered space.

This appeared to be a corridor in a workshop located on the second floor.

On both sides of the hallway, rusty gas pipelines crisscrossed, occasionally emitting weak "hissing" sounds.

Additionally, various abandoned equipment lay scattered all around, some with severely damaged shells, exposing internal parts like piles of discarded wreckage.

Fang Cheng steadied himself, turned around, and looked out through the broken window.

From the workshop’s top floor on the sixth floor came a burst of chaotic exclamations.

The ambushers were running to the edge of the shaft one after another, all with tense expressions, gun barrels pointing downward, cautiously attempting to shoot below.

Each bullet fired accompanied by a brief flash of light and a piercing noise, echoed in the open black pit.

Clearly, they were trying to find evidence proving the two fallen from the suspension bridge had been crushed to pieces.

Fang Cheng did not pay much heed to the threat from above, his gaze looked down along the cave wall.

He could see this shaft, specifically used to decompose waste, was incredibly deep, reaching directly underground.

From here to the bottom, the estimated height was over forty meters.

The dark pit resembled the mouth of an abyssal beast, devouring everything that fell into it whole.

The patches of moss and grime, as if traces left by time, spoke of the desolation and danger in this place.

"Not easy at all..."

Fang Cheng let out a long breath, his face showing a look of relief.

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

Before taking action, Fang Cheng had pre-calculated various changes and parameters through a 3D holographic image recorded in his mind.

This included the distance from the door to the suspension bridge, the speed needed while running, and the angle of swing and distance to the window after the cable snapped and the bridge fell.

All of these had to be precise, interconnected, to ensure no mistakes, ensuring a successful escape from this heavily surrounded and inescapable dire situation.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit..."

Ma Donghe lay on the ground like a pile of mud, gasping heavily, constantly moaning.

At this moment, it seemed only by swearing repeatedly could he vent the tidal wave of fear surging within him.

Hearing Ma Donghe’s yelling, Fang Cheng immediately turned his head.

His gaze fell on the alarming wounds on his body, suddenly feeling pain in his own thigh and back.

He reached out to touch, but there was no bleeding.

In the earlier exchange of gunfire, the opponent’s firepower was too fierce, and coverage too wide.

Even using the iron door as a shield and dodging as much as possible, several bullets still found gaps and hit his body.

Fortunately, his Constitution was strong, and he wore a bulletproof vest, preventing serious injuries, resulting in only some bruising and swelling at most. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Fang Cheng then checked Ma Donghe’s injuries, besides some previous old wounds, luckily not hit by stray bullets again.

However, due to ropes digging into his flesh, with his struggling, several clotted wounds burst open even more hideously, blood seeping out, staining the ropes.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng hurriedly walked up, grabbed the ropes binding Ma Donghe, and suddenly exerted force with both hands.

Snap, snap.

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

The chair that had been cracked also completely fell apart, becoming a pile of broken wooden planks.

Ma Donghe felt his body relax, exhaled deeply, eyes wide open, the fear in his heart not yet completely faded.

His whole body was like a fish just leaping out of water, face pale, drenched in sweat, legs uncontrollably weak.