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Deep in the night, the moonlight was fragmented by dark clouds.

A few rays of light penetrated the windows, scattering inside the steel and concrete factory, adding a touch of haze and eeriness to this dilapidated space.

More than a dozen elite team members, wearing infrared night vision goggles and holding assault rifles, encircled the area from all directions.

Their steps were slow and orderly, their movements exceptionally cautious, like ghosts lurking in the shadows.

The gun barrels gleamed with a cold, hard, and soul-stirring metallic luster, constantly probing forward in search of their prey.

Zzz, zzz—

The noise of the walkie-talkie opening the public channel broke the momentary silence, sounding particularly jarring in this eerie environment.

The team members communicated in low voices through their headsets, using concise and professional military terminology:

"Team One, no target found, over."

"Team Two, no target found, over."

"Team Three, roger, advancing towards the rear of Sector B, estimated time of arrival 10 seconds, over."

"Team Four, roger, advancing towards B…"

The reports of each team executing their mission were transmitted in order through the walkie-talkie, but stopped abruptly here.

As if severed suddenly by an invisible hand.

At the same time, faint sounds of "poof" and "poof" could be heard, along with a dragging, fighting, and muffled whimpering.

Two or three seconds passed, but the report from Team Four never came through the walkie-talkie again.

The entire corridor area fell into an almost deathly silence.

The other team members couldn't help but stand in place, looking at each other, waiting for the next order.

Soon, the walkie-talkie crackled again, followed by the voice of the commander:

"All cameras in Sector B have been destroyed. All assault teams, assemble immediately, maintain formation, and advance from point E towards Sector C. Be aware of searching surrounding hiding spots."

The ghost's voice spread rapidly through the airwaves. Although tinged with annoyance, it was still calm and forceful, invigorating his subordinates.

The other team members realized the danger of the situation and immediately made targeted adjustments based on their extensive combat experience.

After gathering, they began to tacitly assign tactical tasks.

Team One took cautious steps, leading the way, the muzzles of their assault rifles slightly raised, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

Team Five provided rear guard cover, the members back-to-back, their eyes warily scanning every inch of space behind them, ensuring the safety of the team's rear.

Teams Two and Three were responsible for searching surrounding hiding spots, crouching low and fanning out.

Using the dim light of the infrared night vision goggles, they carefully searched every corner, pipe, and shadow of equipment like hunting dogs, not missing any gap where an enemy might be lurking.

When the leading team members cautiously arrived at point E, stepping into this workshop area that resembled a maze, filled with pipes and stairs above and below.

A strong smell of blood instantly assaulted their senses.

Their eyes were drawn to the two shocking corpses on the ground, and they couldn't help but stop, a chill rising in their hearts.

One of them had his head tilted, drooping at an extremely twisted angle, with an unnatural bend in his neck.

"Two Team Four members dead at point E, leaving a large amount of blood. The whereabouts of the other member are temporarily unknown."

The leading team members immediately transmitted the situation on the scene through their headsets.

The other two teams responsible for searching also followed up one after another.

Suddenly, a rustling sound aroused everyone's vigilance.

The movement came from the pipes laid above their heads.

Whoosh!

A dark figure leaped down from above, carrying a gust of wind, and pounced fiercely towards the people on the ground.

The team members reacted instantly. Years of honed combat instincts made them all raise their guns and aim to fire almost simultaneously.

Da da da da da—

The dense gunfire instantly broke the silence, echoing and roaring in this confined space, almost shattering people's eardrums.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, mixed with continuous muffled groans and screams.

Then, with a loud "clang."

The dark figure crashed heavily onto the steel plate walkway, making a dull thud.

The entire platform frame trembled.

Upon seeing this, the team members immediately stopped shooting and gave each other hand signals with tacit understanding.

They slowly approached the target, their eyes fixed on the dark figure on the ground.

The weapons in their hands remained ready to fire at any time, in order to deal with any possible variables.

However.

When they approached the dark figure and observed carefully, they widened their eyes in astonishment and gasped.

The person shot was actually the teammate who had disappeared earlier.

At this moment, his body was covered with bullet holes, like a hornet's nest, constantly gushing blood outwards.

His empty eyes were still open, but he had died with lingering resentment.

Just as everyone was feeling their scalps tingling, a surprised and uncertain shout suddenly came from the walkie-talkie:

"Not good, three members of Team Five seem to have disappeared too!"

"Hello, hello, Team Five, message received, please reply…"

The leader's urgent call sounded somewhat trembling in the airwaves, instantly making the hearts of the other team members clench.

Obviously, the enemy used a false target to attract firepower, using the sound of gunfire to cover a surprise attack from behind, and quickly eliminated the three team members responsible for the rear guard.

"What's going on?!"

Commander Ghost's voice followed, revealing annoyance and anxiety.

At this moment, he was in the monitoring room, but because the cameras had been destroyed, it was as if his eyes were covered.

He could only hear the fierce gunfire coming from the walkie-talkie, and knew nothing about the real situation on the scene.

Just when everyone was feeling somewhat flustered by the series of accidents, and their nerves were stretched to the limit.

A pair of eyes flashing with faint red light vaguely appeared in the darkness.

Like a demon from hell, coldly staring at this group of self-proclaimed elite combat personnel.

Then, a figure wearing a ghost-faced mask slowly stepped out from the depths of the darkness.

It was Fang Cheng, who was hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to hunt.

His footsteps were as light as a feather, and he exuded a strange, deathly aura.

Making people unable to feel his heartbeat, and without any sound of breathing, like a ghost wandering in the world.

Step by step, silently, gradually approaching, coming behind one of the team members.

The team member was completely unaware, holding his gun with both hands and aiming in a certain direction, immersed in the tense search.

Fang Cheng held a blood-stained dagger in his hand and gently raised it.

Under the faint light, it reflected a cold, sharp edge, suddenly resting on the other person's neck like a viper's tongue.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, the sharp blade instantly cut through the throat.

With a poof, blood immediately spurted out like a fountain, drawing a dark red arc in the night.

A team member in front caught a glimpse of this horrifying scene from the corner of his eye, his pupils shrinking sharply. In horror, he shouted loudly:

"Here…"

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Fang Cheng's figure seemed to disappear in place.

Then, in a sudden flash, the dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light, accurately and unerringly inserted into his throat.

The second half of the team member's shout was blocked in his throat, his hands dropping his rifle, futilely covering the wound.

His body swayed a few times, his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and fear.

Seeing this, the other team members raised their assault rifles and unleashed a burst of frantic fire at the suddenly appearing dark figure.

The muzzle flashed, momentarily illuminating the small area as bullets rained down on the target.

Fang Cheng swiftly pulled the corpse of a nearby teammate, using it as a shield to block most of the bullets.

Clang, clang, clang, clang—

Some bullets struck the iron plates, producing sharp, piercing metallic sounds, while others hit the corpse, splattering blood everywhere.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Fang Cheng, carrying the teammate's body, abruptly vaulted over the platform railing and leaped downwards.

Bang!

A muffled thud echoed, as if a heavy object had crashed into everyone's hearts.

The teammates were initially stunned, then slightly relieved.

However, the danger had not truly passed.

Their nerves remained taut, and relying on years of honed combat skills, they quickly raised their guns, aiming at the floor below.

The beams from their tactical flashlights resembled sharp swords, constantly sweeping with the gun muzzles.

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Attempting to penetrate the deep, heavy darkness and ferret out the figure hidden within.

"I saw the target drop to the fourth-floor exit. Everyone, gather downstairs!"

Someone shouted through the intercom.

Immediately afterward, the hurried sound of footsteps on steel plates arose.

The dispersed teammates quickly followed the iron walkways, rushing downstairs to completely corner this ghostly opponent.

But just as everyone moved, an unexpected event occurred.

A hand, like the claw of a demon reaching out from hell, suddenly emerged from beneath the platform, grabbed a teammate's ankle, and yanked fiercely.

The unsuspecting teammate felt the ground disappear beneath his feet. His body instantly lost balance, and he was dragged into the darkness by the claw.

A terrified scream accompanied his fall, ceasing abruptly as if he had never existed.

Leaving the remaining teammates frozen in place, their tense emotions reignited.

Da-da-da-da-da—

Someone, no one knew who, reacted first, and the assault rifle in his hand instantly spat out an angry stream of fire.

Bullets frantically howled and pierced the air, spraying towards the direction where the demon's claw had disappeared, attempting to suppress the terrifying monster hidden in the darkness with a dense barrage.

Sparks flew everywhere they hit.

The pipes, struck, emitted a "buzzing" wail.

The cement layer on the walls was blasted away, crumbling and raising a cloud of dust.

After a storm of bullets, even steel-reinforced concrete buildings would be "scarred all over."

Let alone the flesh and blood of a demonic monster.

However.

Fang Cheng, at this moment, was like a human-shaped spider, his body suspended upside down.

His hands and feet were firmly attached to the back of the steel-framed platform, crawling rapidly at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, he darted to another location.

It turned out that Fang Cheng had not panicked and jumped to the next floor to avoid the fierce barrage of fire.

He had only cleverly created the illusion of jumping, misleading everyone into thinking he had escaped.

Subsequently, relying on his extraordinary finger strength and physical coordination, he lay beneath the platform, using this excellent hiding place to lie in wait.

Then, he used a picked-up walkie-talkie to transmit false information, disrupting the enemy's tactical deployment.

Ultimately, he created confusion among the combat personnel, calmly creating opportunities to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

Just like that.

The factory, carefully laid out as a trap by the Noah organization, had unexpectedly and dramatically become Fang Cheng's hunting ground to freely display his abilities.

Originally, the pursuing team, relying on their familiarity with the environment and powerful equipment, believed they had victory within their grasp.

All these advantages were quickly and easily defeated as the team continued to dwindle, disappearing without a trace.

Fear, like a plague, spread rapidly through the teammates' hearts, and everyone could truly feel the ever-present threat of death.

"Attention all attacking members, immediately contract the defensive line, retreat to the sixth floor, and join Team One to jointly guard the hostages!"

Fortunately, the commander decisively adjusted the battle plan via the intercom.

After receiving the order to retreat, the remaining teammates dared not delay in the slightest.

They quickly reacted, raising their assault rifles, their dark muzzles warily pointing in all directions, while taking slightly hurried steps towards the sixth floor.

The green light of the night vision device illuminated a small area, and the dust particles in the field of vision were clearly visible, further highlighting the surrounding darkness and silence.

Once the slightest movement occurred, their fingers would reflexively pull the trigger, and a string of bullets would suddenly sweep out.

The muzzle flashes illuminated the surroundings, flickering, also reflecting the terrified expressions on the teammates' faces.

Inside the abandoned factory, the shadow lingered like the Grim Reaper, each appearance taking one away, ruthlessly devouring lives.

It seemed that darkness had become Fang Cheng's ally.

Helping him to escape and hide in desperate situations time and time again, and launching deadly surprise attacks when people least expected it.

Even the infrared detectors and sensor alarms deployed everywhere had never been triggered.

A cat-and-mouse game had now evolved into a mouse-catching-cat game.

No!

Perhaps, from the beginning, it was just a group of mice trying to catch a cat that was their natural enemy.

By the time they retreated to the sixth floor, only 5 of the original 19-man capture team remained.

The tragic number of casualties weighed heavily on the hearts of every survivor.

And this thrilling contest of life and death had not ended there.

Inside the monitoring room, the atmosphere was equally oppressive.

Ghost stared intently at the television screen, which had turned into a snowstorm.

After repeatedly changing combat orders, he no longer had his previous composure, and his expression became solemn, even somewhat ugly.

His elite teammates had suffered such heavy casualties, yet he hadn't even clearly seen what abilities the opponent was using.

How could this not make him feel frustrated?

"Do you need my help? I think this murderer's abilities should be quite similar to yours."

The hooded man's deep voice broke the suffocating silence.

He crossed his arms, leaning slightly forward, his eyes also fixed on the screen, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

Ghost slowly shook his head:

"Not yet. The opponent's goal is to rescue the hostages, and there is only one passage and one door to enter the top floor of the workshop. As long as he shows his face, he will be riddled with bullets."

"The remaining dozen or so teammates are enough to guard the hostages, waiting for the target to take the bait. I want to see what tricks he can still play."

Although his voice was still steady, the emphasized ending betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

This mysterious killer had not yet demonstrated any obvious special abilities.

Ghost's gaze narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but ponder.

Could it be just accurate marksmanship and enhanced physical fitness?

"Huh, what is he doing? Why is he wandering around? Isn't it obvious that the hostages are locked on the sixth floor?"

The hooded man suddenly pointed at the screen, saying with a look of surprise.

On the fourth-floor surveillance footage, the mysterious killer reappeared, leisurely traversing the workshop, with no intention of heading straight for the hostages.

At that moment, the camera screens began to flicker and turn black one by one, obviously destroyed by the opponent.

Ghost instantly realized something:

"He intends to kill all the gang members in the workshop before rescuing the people…"

After a brief shock, a strange light flashed in Ghost's eyes.

The hooded man, hearing this, breathed heavily, muttering to himself:

"As expected of a killer who can kill two hundred people without hesitation…"

This action also stirred up the string of "excitement" in his heart.