Top floor of the waste disposal workshop.
A pitch-black well hole occupies the center, like the gaping mouth of the Dark Abyss.
Occasionally, bits of trash slide off the wall, only to produce faint echoes after a long delay, as if swallowed by the darkness.
The sound of the wind whimpers, lingering continuously at the empty bottom.
A rickety suspension bridge spans over this dark abyss.
The iron chains are mottled with rust, the wooden planks rotten and broken, occasionally producing creaky sounds.
And at the end of the bridge, like an isolated island in a desperate situation, sits a burly man in an extremely sorry state.
Ma Donghe is tightly bound to a chair with thick ropes, his face drained of blood, his forehead covered with a fine sweat.
The wounds on his body are still oozing blood, dripping down to form a small puddle of dark red stains.
The ropes are deeply embedded into his skin, leaving shocking purplish-red welts.
He occasionally struggles feebly, causing the chair to sway slightly, making the already precarious position even more dangerous.
Ma Donghe raises his head, looking around, his cracked lips opening with difficulty to let out a shout.
"Why are you all so scared? Why are you hiding like mice?"
The dim light flickers intermittently, casting shadowy figures on the filthy walls of the factory.
On the crisscrossing steel beams and iron frames, figures peek around, their forms vaguely visible.
These ambushers either squat on the steel beams, their bodies curled up, or hide behind various equipment, their sides pressed against the walls.
All of them have their ears perked up, eyes fierce, gripping their guns tightly, aiming at the slightly ajar iron door at the end of the corridor.
A trap has clearly been set, waiting for the prey to walk straight into it.
With a mocking look in his eyes, Ma Donghe continues to shout:
"Well of course, they are facing the infamous Murderer, if he doesn’t slaughter you like chicks tonight, how does he live up to his name!"
He opens his mouth wide, letting out a hoarse and grating laugh.
Despite being covered in wounds and stuck in a desperate situation, his attitude is more arrogant than the bandits who kidnapped him.
In his mind, no matter how grim the situation, his demeanor must never bow down.
At this moment, sporadic gunfire occasionally comes from the workshop floors below.
This instantly makes the ambushers’ expressions more tense, their eyes widening further.
Especially those few team members who have just retreated, like startled birds, their shoulders involuntarily trembling slightly.
Fingers gently rest on triggers, as if ready to unleash a barrage of bullets at the slightest hint of movement.
Yet Ma Donghe keeps babbling on, talking to himself.
The sounds of mockery and ridicule echo in the spacious, grim workshop top floor, causing the ears of those present to buzz slightly.
He seems to be trying to disturb their spirits, disrupting the ambush plan.
"Damn, should have muzzled this bastard earlier."
T-Rex, holding a gun, looks impatiently at the tied-up Ma Donghe, cursing under his breath.
At this moment, he knows well that those brothers stationed at various points in the workshop are likely not doing good.
Looking back at the few remaining subordinates around him, he can’t help but feel a bit panicked.
The Hunter Captain squatting beside him remains calm, soothing everyone’s emotions:
"With him making noise, attracting the target is even better, otherwise how do we lure the prey into the trap willingly."
Though saying this, recalling the previous nerve-wracking encounters in the dark, the Captain’s face involuntarily turns pale, eyes revealing deep apprehension.
At that moment, Yu Ying’s command voice came through the radio:
"Everyone stay alert, the target has already destroyed most of the workshop’s surveillance equipment, it’s estimated they’re heading to the sixth floor, be ready to fight at any moment."
The voice spreads through the cold air via the radio waves, as if twisting the already tense nerves even tighter.
The remaining fifteen Hunter team members, and six gang members all simultaneously hold their breath.
Their eyes fixated on the only entry at the end of the corridor.
Everyone’s muscles are tense, fingers poised on gun triggers, even their breathing is deliberately hushed to the extreme.
And so, in this suffocating silence, they silently wait for the prey to appear.
The bulbs hanging in the corridor flicker on and off, emitting weak buzzing sounds, adding an extra layer of eerie horror to the already dim environment.
In this tense and chilling atmosphere, Ma Donghe alone seems out of place.
He remains tied to the chair, occasionally letting out mocking laughs, which echo in the vast factory space, amplifying the desolation.
Uncertain how much time passed, each second seemingly stretched indefinitely.
A sudden and piercing noise shatters the brief silence.
The slightly ajar iron door at the corridor end wobbles a little, slowly being pushed open.
Suddenly, a flare bursts, a bullet leaves the chamber, hitting the wall beside the iron door, scattering a flurry of plaster fragments.
It was one of T-Rex’s subordinates, too tense, who subconsciously pulled the trigger, initiating the attack prematurely.
The Captain glares fiercely and barks sternly:
"Everyone, fire only on my command, don’t hold us back!"
Seeing this, T-Rex’s face turns pale, then red, hurriedly scolding his subordinate to follow orders.
At this point, the iron door only opened to the extent that bullets couldn’t penetrate through the gap, and then stopped suddenly, ceasing to move forward.
In the dim line of sight revealed, it seems a pair of eyes are flickering brightly.