Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 293 - 211

The factory shrouded in darkness was like a sleeping giant, quietly waiting for intruders.

Stepping inside, the workshop was vast and deathly silent, sending a chill up one’s spine.

Looking up, crisscrossing pipes hung high overhead, like a cold steel net.

Gazing downward, amidst the abandoned machinery on the ground, several corpses lay conspicuously.

Their twisted limbs and terrified faces silently told of the fierce battle fought here not long ago.

Pools of blood appeared a strange dark red in the dim, almost extinguished light.

The wind whistled through broken doors and windows, faintly echoing with mournful creaks.

A group of armed combat personnel surrounded silently like a tide of black.

They wore all-black combat suits and advanced tactical masks, with only their eyes exuding a chilling coldness.

The leading captain issued silent commands with hand gestures, and the team members swiftly spread out in a fan shape, moving uniformly, well-trained.

In the depths of darkness, Fang Cheng quietly lurked between the towering machines, his still figure blending almost seamlessly with the rust and oil-stained surroundings. freёwebnoѵel.com

His eyes flickered lightly like a lone star in the cold night, and his ears functioned like a precise radar, capturing even the most subtle sounds around him.

Suddenly, an almost inaudible footstep reached his ears, gradually approaching.

As if a hunting mechanism had been triggered, Fang Cheng instantly pinpointed the enemy’s position with precision.

His entire body activated, gripping the dagger in a reverse grip, with its tip pointing downward, concealing its cold sharpness within his palm.

Then he silently crept along the machinery’s shadows, step by step, moving toward the target.

Like a leopard hidden in the dark, ready to pounce at any moment.

Thwp!

With a soft sound, the dagger slashed a cold arc, precisely slicing across the enemy’s throat.

The sound of blood spraying briefly echoed in the silent workshop, quickly swallowed by the darkness.

The team member’s eyes widened, hands instinctively clutching his throat, trying vainly to stop the gushing blood.

Fang Cheng reacted swiftly, ensuring he didn’t fall and make noise, covering his mouth and gently guiding him down like handling a fragile item.

The entire process was smooth, without causing any ripples.

However, just as he finished dealing with the body, a strong flashlight beam pierced the darkness like a sword, shining directly at his hiding spot,

Immediately followed by the "tat-tat-tat" of bullets, whistling towards him, striking the machines and sparking metal clashes.

The surroundings instantly became chaotic, with gunfire, shouting, and radio commands interweaving.

The deliberately created tranquility was instantly shattered.

The entire workshop erupted like a pot, gunfire blazing, flames erupting.

In the midst of the hail of bullets, Fang Cheng dodged left and right, continuously vaulting over obstacles, and weaving through the crisscrossed pipes.

Utilizing the memory palace formed in his mind and his familiarity with the workshop’s environment, he quickly moved to another predetermined hunting position.

As he pressed against the cold, rust-covered machinery, holding his breath, trying to merge once more into the darkness,

he keenly sensed footsteps approaching from all directions.

These footsteps were steady and orderly, as if wielding some high-tech equipment or special method to search for hidden targets.

Evidently, after the brief skirmish, the enemy rapidly made tactical adjustments, forming an encirclement to trap him in this area.

"In that case..."

A cold gleam flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes as he tightened his grip on the dagger, flicking off the blood bead.

His mind raced, swiftly calculating the location and distance differences of thirteen enemies within the encirclement.

Fang Cheng decided, crouching low, waiting for the dark figures to surface in the darkness.

Suddenly, he launched himself forward like an arrow from the string, sprinting towards the closest team member.

The person noticed the movement, pupils contracting, about to raise the gun,

But Fang Cheng had already ghosted into his bosom with lethal resolve, his left hand claw-like, locking onto the enemy’s trigger finger.

Then, with a forceful twist, a crisp "crack" sounded as the finger bone broke.

The scream barely formed before Fang Cheng’s dagger, held tightly in his right hand, carved a cold arc in the air, slicing the enemy’s throat.

A fountain of blood spewed forth, warm blood splattering on the ghastly tactical mask.

The team member’s eyes widened, body instantly going limp and collapsing.

Almost simultaneously, two other team members on the left had heard the noise and rushed to support, even firing without hesitation while running.

Bam bam bam!

Bullets whistled past Fang Cheng’s side, striking adjacent pipes, bursting with a series of sparks.

Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm as water, swiftly using the fallen team member’s body as a shield, while seizing his assault rifle, decisively pulling the trigger.

Instantly, the rifle roared, flames bursting forth, engaging in a fierce gunfight with the opponents.

Bam, bam!

Two bullets, guided by Eagle Eye Vision, streaked across precise trajectories, striking unprotected necks with precision.