Only a pair of pupils hiding behind the goggles flickered with an unusual glow.
The hunting operation was about to begin.
Fang Cheng threw his bag under a water tower where it could stay dry, spreading out a piece of paper with both hands.
His gaze landed on the words "Power Room" circled in red.
In the night, streaks of rain kept falling, rustling nonstop.
Near the small door on the east side of the warehouse.
Three personnel carrying rifles patrolled back and forth as a group.
"It’s so cold, and it’s raining."
"The weather forecast said it might even snow tonight; nothing should happen, right?"
"Who knows, this kind of ghastly weather calls for extra vigilance..."
The three looked outside the window, exhaling white breaths and murmuring softly.
Suddenly, with a "snap," the lights overhead went out.
From near to far, a series of uncertain voices arose.
"What happened? Is the power out?"
The trio was also slightly startled.
At that moment, their earpiece suddenly emitted a crackling noise, followed by a panicked call:
"Somebody’s attacking at the power room next to the East Gate..."
The sentence was cut off as if attacked, and stopped abruptly.
Listening to the lingering electric currents in the earpiece, the faces of the trio changed.
They quickly raised their guns and, using the faint light, moved towards the reported site of the incident.
When the closest members of their group reached the east side door, they only found two bodies lying in pools of blood.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if completely swallowed by the darkness.
The trio’s hearts skipped a beat.
One of them quickly pulled out a strong flashlight from his pocket, cautiously lighting up the surroundings.
Then, he kicked open the door of the power room.
Looking inside, they still didn’t find any trace of the intruder.
Meanwhile, footsteps and voices started to emerge from behind.
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The trio somewhat relaxed but continued to watch their surroundings vigilantly.
Seeing the east side door a few meters away, swaying with a creak in the wind and letting in a few drops of rain.
When they looked down, they finally spotted the third body of their comrade.
It was this body blocking the door that prevented it from being fully closed.
"All units pay attention, all three brothers of the E10 group are dead; the target has likely infiltrated the warehouse."
The leader of the trio was just about to relay this message through the earpiece.
Suddenly, they heard extremely faint gunfire.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
Three bullets traced three trajectories, speeding through the gap in the door.
The trio was hit in the forehead one by one, falling backwards in succession.
In the dark, cold rainy night, a figure lay on the wet concrete, as if completely merged with the surroundings.
Whenever someone neared the power room inside, the gun in his hand would eject a bullet, striking the target’s forehead with deadly precision.
Listening for a moment, he detected no further footsteps approaching.
It seemed that the patrol personnel had realized the problem.
The black-clad figure’s eyes flickered slightly.
Then, grasping the silenced pistol, he moved like a civet, swiftly squeezing through the door’s gap.
Inside the warehouse, gunfire burst out continuously, followed by the sounds of shouting and gunshots like popping beans.
"Be careful, I saw him, he’s right here!"
In the pitch-dark storage room, several flashlight beams swung and waved.
Occasionally glimpsing a black shadow, bullets were sprayed in its direction immediately.
However, the shadow, like a gecko, slid close to the ground and vanished back into the darkness again.
Soon after, patrol personnel holding flashlights began to grunt and scream continuously.
Quickly, all sounds ceased, leaving only a few beams of light silently crossing on the walls.
"Turn off the flashlights!"
"Damn, that guy’s shooting accuracy is devilish!"
Seeing this, the surrounding people hastily shouted, their voices trembling with terror.
In an instant, the warehouse was almost completely plunged into darkness.
The bullets from nowhere still precisely found their positions, hitting each one in the forehead.
Even those who hid under containers or wore bulletproof vests could not escape the dire fate.
Screams followed screams, echoing through the vacant warehouse, sounding extraordinarily spine-chilling.
It was as though they were not facing a living being.
But a ghost without a body, breath, or heartbeat, leaving them absolutely no chance to retaliate.
Soon, the patrol team near the East Gate was completely wiped out.
Bodies lay in disarray, blood flowed profusely, forming a thick, foul-smelling lake.
Frantic calls emanated from an earpiece fallen on the ground.
Faint light from outside shone through the windows.
A shadow clad in black emerged from the darkness, stepped over bodies, and crushed the earpiece underfoot.
His face, ghastly and expressionless, flashed a crimson light behind the goggles.
An information appeared before his eyes.
[Gun Skill Experience +45]
Cold breath exhaled from the mask’s air vent, and Fang Cheng then looked towards a nearby door.
It was the shortcut to the second floor of the warehouse.
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Fang Cheng quickly replaced his magazine, then drew the Butterfly Knife from his waist belt.
He stood silently in front of the door, like a predator lying in wait.
When the first figure pushed open the door, a flash of the knife followed by a spray of blood.
Swiftly performing a throat-slash, Fang Cheng pushed the fatally wounded body forward, charging into the room.