The cara lens, like a sinister cyclops, flashed a ghostly red light in the darkness, capturing the scene of slaughter.
Fang Cheng didn’t hesitate for a mont, imdiately pulling out a black pistol with a silencer from his tactical belt.
With a muffled ’pfft’, the surveillance cara high up on the wall was instantly shattered, turning into a pile of useless fragnts.
Then, Fang Cheng’s figure flashed, quickly diving into the workshop, blending into the darkness.
Only two corpses on the ground, and the lingering scent of blood in the air, testified that soone had been here, carrying out a silent hunt.
At this mont, the pitch-dark workshop seed like a ferocious beast, lying in wait for the intruders.
...
In a surveillance room hidden sowhere in the factory area, no lights illuminated the space.
In the darkness, rows of closed-circuit TV screens emitted a faint, eerie glow, displaying various corners of the workshop.
Suddenly, two of the screens started to flicker violently.
Next, ’pop’, ’pop’, two consecutive sounds, and all turned into static screens, clearly destroyed by an external force.
Two people, one seated, one standing, looked towards the disabled surveillance feeds.
Shadow reacted extrely fast; as the second cara was damaged, a slender and bony finger grabbed the walkie-talkie, bringing it close to the mouth, issuing orders:
"Everyone, be alert, the target is in the net, appearing in sector C on the fifth floor, based on their trajectory, they are anticipated to head to sector B or D."
"Team One, guard the hostages, if there is any disturbance, kill without hesitation, including the hostages. Teams Two and Three, center around the staircase on the fifth floor, divide into groups for a dragnet search, responsible for capturing the mouse!"
Every word of this tactical order was laden with an icy intent to kill.
Upon finishing, Shadow slightly tilted his head back, a hint of arrogance flickering across the face.
"The team under my command once participated in the international Falcon military competition under the guise of a private security company, seizing first place. In terms of strength, each of them is the elite of the elite, not sothing those gang mbers can compare with, no one can easily withstand such an all-encompassing pincer attack."
Trust in his Pursuer Team mbers’ abilities seed to allow him to foresee the target being captured or killed.
The man in the hood stood to one side, his gaze harsh, nodding slightly in agreent:
"I’m quite curious to see this legendary murderous maniac, what Special Ability they possess to dare provoke our Noah Organization."
His voice was hoarse, equally ferocious, echoing in the silent surveillance room.
As a series of "Understood" responses ca through the walkie-talkie, a ga of cat and mouse officially comnced beneath the blanket of night covering the factory area.
Inside the workshop, pipes and equipnt ford a complex maze, with shadows upon shadows, like natural traps.
In the corridors, footsteps echoing off the cent floors and steel structures reverberated nonstop, increasing the tension.
Caras capable of infrared night vision, like sleepless eyes, presented every nook of the factory clearly.
The scenes on the screens displayed a sinister and bone-chilling color palette.
Beneath this seemingly calm surface, unknown dangers lurked.
Much like the eerie calm before a storm, it was enough to make one’s skin crawl.
Shadow and the man in the hood watched every surveillance feed with full concentration.
Their gaze was so sharp it seed as if they could pierce through the screens, catching every move of the intruder.
However, after the odd disturbances during the initial intrusion, that mysterious figure seed to have completely lted into the darkness, vanishing entirely.
Rows of closed-circuit TV screens flickered with a ghostly light, showing only empty hallways, silent workshops, the patrolling Pursuer Team mbers, and gang mbers.
But the intruder’s whereabouts remained unseen.
One of the screens displayed three mbers equipped with night vision goggles and full gear, advancing cautiously along a corridor.
Their steps were brisk, with assault rifles at the ready and eyes vigilantly sweeping the surroundings.
Suddenly, a ghostly black shadow flashed behind them.
The shadow, with speed almost too fast to react to, darted out from the nearby darkness, seizing the last Pursuer Team mber’s shoulder with an iron vice-like grip.
Before the man could make a sound, the shadow yanked fiercely, dragging him entirely into the darkness, with a clean and soundless motion.
Unaware of the disappearance, the two elite team mbers in front continued their march without a break in pace, oblivious to the fact that their team had been reduced by one.
Shadow, who had tily caught sight of the scene, twitched his face instantaneously and imdiately grabbed the radio to shout:
"All units be advised, the last mber of Group 6 in Corridor 2, Sector B is unresponsive, the target is hiding here, other groups proceed to close the net in an orderly fashion."
The command was quickly transmitted through the radios, and all Pursuer Team mbers scattered throughout the workshop received the ssage.
Upon hearing the command, the two team mbers on-site imdiately turned around, their nerves tensing in an instant.
Their eyes swept around, ultimately fixing on an equipnt control cabinet placed in the corner.
Here the light was faintest, the outline of the control cabinet especially blurred in the darkness, as if it concealed so secret.
The two, trained and coordinated, began to approach cautiously.
One swiftly raised his gun to aim, the dark muzzle pointed at the control cabinet, finger tightly on the trigger, ready to fire at any mont.
The other approached carefully, his footsteps light, each step as if tid to the rhythm of his own heartbeat.
He reached out, slowly gripping the handle of the control cabinet, sweat seeping from the palm of his hand.
With a "click", the cabinet door opened, revealing nothing but empty space inside.
Just so tangled wires, and so old tools and sundries.
"Nothing?"
The team mber who had gone forward to check spoke quietly, his voice carrying a hint of confusion and unease.
Shadow at the screen and the hooded man saw this situation as well.
Both couldn’t help but murmur lowly, a sense of ominous foreboding arising in their hearts.
Could it be that they had made a severe mistake in their judgnt, and the shadow they had seen was just an illusion?
At this mont, Shadow’s pupils shrank, and he urgently cried out:
"Be careful, above your heads..."
Before his warning had completely faded, a dark figure descended from the ceiling like a specter, plumting down.
Landing directly behind the gun-aiming team mber, a left hand reached out like a steel clamp, precisely locking onto the opponent’s throat, and with a fierce twist.
There was a crisp "snap", a neck vertebrae broke, and the team mber was silenced instantly, collapsing to the floor.
And during this ti, Shadow’s warning had just been issued.
The team mber who had checked the control cabinet was suddenly alerted, swinging his gun around.
The shadow, having swiftly slain one target without pause, quickly closed in on the second target.
The team mber’s response was exceedingly good, reacting in ti, pulling the trigger.
With a "bang", the bullet rely grazed the shadow.
The shadow’s shoulder swayed slightly, evading the bullet with an extre maneuver.
Almost simultaneously closing in, his right hand ford a fist, rocketing upward from below, striking the team mber’s jaw.
This Hook Punch carried at least the force of a thousand jin, shattering the team mber’s jaw, sending his body flying backward, crashing heavily into the control cabinet, dead on impact.
The dark figure seed like the grim reaper of the night, taking less than two seconds to kill two elite Pursuer Team mbers barehanded.
Even slaughtering chickens or butchering dogs wouldn’t be this easy.
The shadow then stood firm, surveying his surroundings, a chilling glint in his eyes.
Through the goggles on his mask, those faintly reddened eyes glead like tangible blades.
As if this carefully arranged workshop wasn’t a place fraught with peril but a bloody arena built specially for him.
The piercing aura of death he exuded made both Shadow and the hooded man in front of the surveillance shudder.
At this ti, other team mbers were also arriving, slowly encircling from both ends of the corridor.
"All units stay alert, the target is a combat expert, very fast, do not engage in close combat, maintain distance, suppress with firepower, and especially watch out for above..."
The instructions Shadow issued through the radio had not yet fully dissipated in the team mbers’ ears.
The dark figure had already vanished like a ghost, blending into the surrounding darkness, leaving no trace behind.
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