The air was thick with the smell of blood.
Occasional screams seemed like ghosts laughing heartily.
The Red Tiger Gang gunmen were all fearing for their lives, extremely tense as if trapped in a dark ice cellar.
Whenever a shadow flickered, they would fire a hail of bullets without hesitation.
Even instances of friendly fire occurred, which they completely ignored.
A gunman with a tense face stared intently at a rustling sound from a certain direction.
Suddenly, he realized something and slowly turned his head.
Only to see a ghostly face with eyes glowing red, tilting its head to look at him.
He opened his mouth in fright, and in an instant, a dagger pierced his throat, silencing him permanently.
Before blood could spurt, the blade was swiftly withdrawn.
The ghoul seemed to fade back into the darkness, moving silently towards another nearby person.
In this quiet process of slaughter, someone finally couldn’t handle the pressure.
Sobs and curses broke out over the radio, indicating someone had thrown down their gun to flee.
With one gone, another followed.
More and more chose to flee the dark and bloody slaughterhouse, running towards the seemingly brighter outside of the warehouse into the night.
No matter how professionally trained by the Red Tiger Gang, these gunmen were not regular soldiers.
Moreover, even an army would likely falter or retreat under such casualties.
Facing a terrifying serial killer lurking in the darkness, no normal person could continue to resist stubbornly.
Fang Cheng thrust with the knife in his right hand, letting go of the body of the heart-pierced target with his left, allowing it to slump to the ground.
Then, using "Eagle Eye Vision" to expand his field of vision, he observed the positions and movements of the remaining Red Tiger Gang members.
He noticed that these figures were no longer huddling together but dispersing in all directions.
Clearly planning to escape.
Fang Cheng, unable to be in multiple places at once, hastened towards the nearest few gunmen.
He wasn’t enamored with the feeling of a blade piercing flesh, nor was he using this silent method of killing to exert psychological pressure on the enemy.
The main reason was that his ammunition was nearly depleted, and using a knife was more cost-effective at this point.
Additionally, as the silent massacre escalated, Fang Cheng’s blade technique was continuously honed, and his "Skill Experience" was rapidly increasing.
In the darkness, several messages appeared before his eyes.
[Congratulations, through relentless effort, your skill has ascended to master level]
[Blade Technique lv2 (0/500)]
[Received enhancement reward, Skill Effect "Sword Blade Storm"]
Fang Cheng glanced at the panel information without looking closely.
Immediately refocusing his gaze, he stepped onto an iron spiral staircase.
This was an access path to the 3rd floor.
The Red Tiger Gang’s "important goods" are unlikely to be on the crowded 1st floor.
As for the 2nd floor.
During the recent melee, Fang Cheng had thoroughly inspected it without finding anything suspicious.
Wen Xin and those girls must be detained on the 3rd floor.
While he thought this through, Fang Cheng had already stepped onto the top platform of the stairs.
Suddenly, he heard a slightly unusual crisp sound.
This sound alerted Fang Cheng, and he instantly leaped without hesitation.
Almost simultaneously, a "boom."
Accompanied by a violent explosion and a giant blast wave sweeping around.
The entire iron staircase nearly shook apart.
Gunsmoke filled the air, almost completely blocking the view.
Three figures equipped with night vision goggles, holding submachine guns, emerged from the darkness and smoke.
The iron plates under their feet creaked with pressure.
Faint electric sounds and some commanding voices could barely be heard through their headsets.
They seemed to be looking for a target’s body when they peered down the stairs.
But they saw a vaguely flickering red-lit dark ghost face.
Then they pulled the triggers.
Fang Cheng, grabbing onto the railing gap, amazingly hung underneath the staircase.
After dealing with the enemies in three shots, he twisted and swung his waist to flip back up.
Looking at the three bodies on the ground, he quickly squatted down to search.
Only found two magazines of the right caliber on one person, which he then placed in his magazine pouch.
Picking up two submachine guns, he lifted his head to look towards the corridor lit up but seemingly deep ahead.
Indistinctly, the sounds of continuous breathing could be heard reaching his ears.
Clearly, many were still ambushed behind the doors along both sides of the hallway.
Two submachine guns, firing alternately.
The quickly flying bullets instantly turned the wooden doors into beehive patterns, also destroying the light bulbs and cameras hanging in the hallway.
As Fang Cheng advanced, he continued firing into the rooms.
Shouts and screams continuously rose, and blood flowed from under the doors.
After completely emptying the magazines and experiencing the ferocity of the gunfire,
Fang Cheng shook his head and casually discarded the submachine guns.
Using such a weapon for the first time, he felt quite awkward, with several shots wildly off target.
Just then, several survivors, yelling with guns in hand, charged out.
These seemed to be the last remaining defiant elements of the Red Tiger Gang.
Fang Cheng’s figure flashed, instantly rushing towards one of them, grabbing his wrist.
The bullets all missed, hitting several of his comrades instead.
Followed by a knee strike to the stomach, smashing his neck against the wall, and a sweep kick to burst the liver.
Fang Cheng decided to respect his enemies in the most — using martial arts, he finished off these fearless, scattered soldiers.