Commander Shadow’s voice followed, revealing annoyance and anxiety in his words.
He was in the monitoring room, but felt as if his eyes were blindfolded, due to the camera being destroyed.
All he could hear were the intense gunshots coming from the walkie-talkie, completely unaware of the actual situation on the scene.
Just as everyone was being thrown into some panic by one incident after another, their nerves stretched to the limit,
A pair of faintly glowing red eyes appeared vaguely in the darkness.
Like a cold demon coming from Hell, staring at this group of self-proclaimed elite combatants.
Then, a figure wearing a ghost mask slowly stepped out from the depths of the darkness, approaching.
It was Fang Cheng, hiding in the dark, waiting to hunt.
His footsteps were light as feathers, and his body emitted a strange, deathly stillness.
It made people feel no heartbeat, nor any breath, like a ghost wandering in the human world.
Step by step, silently, he gradually came up behind one of the team members.
The team member was completely unaware, holding a gun aimed in a certain direction, immersed in tense search.
Fang Cheng held a blood-stained dagger in his hand, gently raising it.
Under the faint light, the cold blade gleamed like a venomous snake’s tongue, poised at the opponent’s neck.
With a slight flick of the wrist, the sharp blade instantly cut through the skin.
With a ’pfft’ sound, blood gushed out like a fountain, tracing a dark red arc in the night.
A team member caught a glimpse of this horrifying scene from the corner of their eye, their pupils shrinking in horror, and they shouted loudly,
But before he could finish speaking, Fang Cheng’s figure seemed to disappear on the spot.
Following a sudden flash, the dagger in his hand swiftly swept a cold light, already precisely thrusting into his throat.
The team member’s latter half of the shout was choked in his throat; hands dropped the rifle in vain to cover the wound.
His body swayed a few times, eyes wide open, filled with reluctance and fear.
Seeing this, other team members were enraged, raising their assault rifles and firing a mad burst at the suddenly appearing shadow.
The barrel’s tongues of flame momentarily lit up that small area, with bullets raining densely towards the shadow like hail.
Fang Cheng quickly grabbed the nearby corpse of a team member, using it as a shield, blocking most of the bullets.
Clang clang clang clang—
Some bullets struck metal, emitting a sharp and piercing metallic sound, others hit the corpse, splashing blossoms of blood.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Fang Cheng, carrying the corpse, violently flipped over the platform railing and leapt downward.
A dull thud sounded as if a heavy object smashed into everyone’s hearts.
The team members initially paused, then slightly relaxed.
But the danger hadn’t truly gone away.
Their nerves still tensed like strings, relying on years of combat experience, they swiftly aimed their guns downstairs.
The tactical flashlight beams were like blades, sweeping continuously with the muzzles.
Trying to penetrate the profound darkness and pull out the hiding target.
"I saw the target fall to the fourth-floor exit, everyone assemble downstairs!"
Someone shouted through the walkie-talkie.
Then, the rapid footsteps of stepping on steel plates sounded.
The dispersed team members quickly ran down the metal walkway, aiming to completely corner this ghost-like opponent.
However, just as everyone moved, a sudden change occurred.
A hand, like the Demon Claw from Hell, unexpectedly reached out from below the platform, grabbing a team member’s ankle and yanked fiercely.
The unguarded team member felt a void under his foot, losing balance instantly, and the whole person was pulled into the darkness by the claw.
A terrified scream abruptly stopped as the body fell, as if it had never existed.
Leaving the remaining team members standing rooted to the spot, their tension reignited.
Not knowing who reacted first, the assault rifles in their hands instantly spewed angry flames.
Bullets whistling furiously, sweeping towards the direction where the Demon Claw disappeared, trying to suppress the hidden terror monster with concentrated firepower.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Pipes struck made a ’buzzing’ mournful sound.
Concrete layers on the wall were blown off, rustling and raising dust.
Even concrete and steel structures were "riddled with wounds" after a storm of bullets.
Let alone a monster of flesh and blood.
Fang Cheng, at this moment, was like a humanoid spider, his body hanging upside down.
His hands and feet stuck firmly to the underside of the steel platform frame, moving rapidly with astonishing speed.
In a blink, he moved to another position.
Initially, Fang Cheng hadn’t panicked and jumped down a level to avoid the fierce barrage.
It was merely clever deception, pretending to jump off the building to mislead everyone into thinking he had escaped.
Then, using extraordinary finger strength and bodily coordination beyond ordinary imagination, he lay under the platform in an excellent hiding spot, waiting for an opportunity.
Next, he used a picked-up walkie-talkie to transmit false information, disrupting the enemy’s tactical deployment.
Finally, causing those combatants to become chaotic, successfully creating an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.
The factory carefully rigged with traps by the Noah Organization, unexpectedly and dramatically, turned into Fang Cheng’s playground where he freely exhibited his hunting abilities.
Originally, the Hunter Squad relied on their familiar environment and advanced equipment, thinking they had the upper hand.
All these advantages, with the team’s continual reduction, were quickly crushed, leaving nothing behind.