In the room, the lights were turned off and it was pitch black.
The Red Light of the Neon Lights lamp in the distance is projected from the window, illuminating Fang Cheng's face in uncertain light and shade.
He picked up a black Pistol, clicked twice and pulled the Bolt to finish loading the bullet.
Then he put it down and hid it together with the other three Magazine inside the satchel.
Then he picked up Butterfly Knife, sheathed the knife, and inserted it into his belt.
Finally, I put on a very ordinary black mask, covering half of my face.
After making all preparations, I glanced at the scene Street downstairs.
I saw several passers-by passing by at this moment, and a van was driving away from the front of Sleeve Building.
Fang Cheng's heart beat slightly, and she had a vague premonition of something bad.
He immediately shook his head, stabilized his mind, and became calm again.
The most important thing now is to get rid of the culprit Wu Shih Hao, and other troubles will naturally be solved.
Then he checked his equipment, picked up his backpack, locked the door, and walked downstairs.
Ta, da, da.
Slight footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Fang Cheng While walking, I suddenly heard a crying sound coming from downstairs.
His ears twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but speed down the stairs.
When they arrived on the first floor, they saw Wen Hui Yi's body limp and kneeling on the ground.
Her hair was messy, her face was in tears, and she was holding a trampled cake box with trembling hands.
Fang Cheng's pupils shrank and asked immediately:
"Sister Wen, what happened?"
Wen Hui Yi raised his red and swollen eyes and stared blankly at Fang Cheng who was asking the question, his eyes full of helplessness and despair:
"Wen Xin...Wen Xin... she... was captured by Sang Biao's people. What should I do?"
Sang Biao?
Hearing this long-dead name, Fang Cheng suddenly remembered the unexplained throb before.
The van that drove away from Sleeve Building flashed past my eyes.
Instantly realizing the problem, Wu Shih Hao's main target was not himself, the "hidden Three Wolves Gang master", but the seemingly inconspicuous mother and daughter Wen Hui Yi.
His heart suddenly shook.
Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if a closed gate in the back of my mind was loosened, and a huge wave of Killing Intent surged out.
In the darkness, his eyes seemed to be lit by flames, which grew brighter and brighter.
Looking down at Wen Hui Yi who was sobbing, Fang Cheng took a deep breath.
Then in an unusually firm tone, he said word by word:
"Sister Wen, I promise you, Wen Xin she will come back safely."
After saying that, regardless of Wen Hui Yi's shocked eyes, he quickly took steps and rushed towards Street like a gust of wind.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something.
Since those stalkers are in a group, they must not have all evacuated yet.
As long as you catch one of them, you will know the whereabouts of those who took Wen Xin away.
Fang Cheng's eyes were like lightning. He quickly scanned the dimly lit Street and soon found one of the targets.
Snap.
Around the corner of the dark alley, a series of footsteps could be heard.
A middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket strolled in
After looking around for a while, he unzipped his pants and poured water into the corner.
"Shhhhhhh-"
He pursed his lips and whistled softly, his expression looking quite relaxed.
The most boring stalking work was over, and I couldn't help but start thinking about which chick I should go to to relax with at night.
He shook his hips and then zipped up.
However, at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and covered his mouth tightly.
He whined and tried to turn around and resist.
But my waist seemed to be pressed against by something hard, and there was a sharp stinging sensation immediately.
So he gave up struggling instantly and allowed the other party to drag him deeper into the darkness.
Ten minutes later, in a dark and damp alley.
Disgusting yellow and black oil stains condensed on the elbow of the oil fume vent.
Kitchen waste soup continuously overflowed from the trash can under the eaves, flowing along the rugged stone road and into dark red dirty puddles.
A fat Gray big Mouse jumped out with a squeaking sound, and bursts of dog barking could be heard in the distance.
The man in the leather jacket collapsed on the dirty ground, looking at the demon-like Tall and Thin Figure standing in front of him with fear.
"Brother, I have said everything I need to say, please forgive me..."
"Don't worry, I promise that after I leave, I will never make it public..."
"Really, everything I tell is the truth, I have never lied to anyone..."
He kept begging, like a pitiful lost dog.
The right palm was bloody, and three fingers were cut off in half.
Even though I tried my best to cover it, I still couldn't stop the gurgling blood.
Obviously, he had already suffered inhuman torture before.
Despite this, the figure remained indifferent, as if there was no mercy.
I saw a cold sword flashing in the darkness.
He was reflected in the frightened eyes of the man in the leather jacket.
Then a cloud of blood spattered onto the wall, and the person became completely silent.
"You shouldn't mess with me."
Fang Cheng looked at the "victim" calmly and whispered to himself, "If there is another life, I hope you will not step on the road of Underworld again..."
After saying that, he threw the body of the stalker into the trash can and closed the lid.
Then using "Scavenger's Eye", he quickly scanned the scene and covered up the blood on the ground with garbage as much as possible.
In the end, no traces of note were found.
Then he carried his bag and walked towards the alleyway illuminated by light in front of him.
Returning to Street where pedestrians were rushing around, I looked at the scattered lights of the surrounding residential buildings.
Fang Cheng's eyes twinkled like stars on a cold night.
Then, he took out his mobile phone from his bag and pressed a series of numbers one by one.
This is the contact number given by the stalker just now.
It is said that the lair where Madman Hui is located can be found here.
As for Madman Hui, he is the person in charge behind those stalkers.
After the death of Sang Biao, he was highly regarded by Wu Shih Hao, and thus succeeded in taking over, taking over the original team, and preparing to do a big job in Jiangbei.
The discovery of the whereabouts of Fang Cheng, the "hidden Assassin", and the dispatch of people to arrest Wen Xin and Mother were all under the instruction of this person.
However.
Since some business has not yet been handed over, he is still holding the Lingang District territory and cannot escape for the time being.
Among them, the most important and the most important business to him is "Human Organ Trading Black Market".
In other words, as long as you find there, you have a high probability of finding Madman Hui and the abducted Wen Xin.
Fang Cheng originally wanted to sneak around the spy when he went out this time to see if he could find an opportunity to get rid of Wu Shih Hao who threatened his own safety.
Now that Unexpected Events has happened, we can only change our plan and rescue Wen Xin as soon as possible.
As for calling the police?
This is just a helpless decision made by ordinary people.
Because no one can predict whether those extremely vicious people will jump over the wall and choose to vote against each other.
And Fang Cheng himself is by no means an ordinary person!
The plan quickly went through my mind.
After the phone beeped a few times, it was quickly connected.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath to try to keep his emotions as calm as possible.
Then he followed the middle-aged man's method and spoke:
"Hi, hello."
"Yes, I want a kidney..."
Lingang District.
Bar Street near Second-hand Market.
The lights here are feasting and Neon Lights is flashing.
As far as the eye can see along the long Street, there are nightclubs, Sauna, Bar, Karaoke Hall and other beautiful light signs erected everywhere.
From time to time, you can see some hot girls who stay up day and night, dressed sexyly, carrying A-grade brand-name bags, wandering around the streets.
Around nine o'clock in the evening is the most lively prime time.
And the dark night also makes this place look extremely weird.
Fang Cheng stood in front of the door of Bar, leaning against the street lamp.
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
This is the place we agreed to meet with the person we just called.
"Hello, is this Mr. Ma? Hello."
A fat middle-aged man with a briefcase under his arm waved to the waiting Fang Cheng with a smile on his face.
I saw that he had a pleasant appearance and a kind face, and he looked like a manager of a regular company.
The two exchanged pleasantries and confirmed that each other was the target person they were looking for.
Then he walked in the direction of Street, talking while walking.
"I would like to ask, Mr. Ma, what kind of business do you do and how is your family background?"
As usual, the fat man asked some questions about the customers.
Fang Cheng did not take off the mask, but replied in a muffled voice:
"My family makes Slaughterhouse. It's not convenient to tell you the details."
The fat man said "Oh" and nodded.
As for Fang Cheng wearing a mask and not showing up, I also express my understanding and consideration.
After all, this is not something that can be seen in the light.
He later explained:
"Surgery If you want to have an organ transplant here, the cost may be very high, so you must bring enough money."
Fang Cheng nodded and patted the bag, indicating that he had brought the deposit.
The fat man's eyes lit up, and then he kept mumbling:
"The police are cracking down hard now, and the supply of goods is in short supply. Many buyers are queuing up, and everyone is waiting to buy Surgery. If you want it, make a decision as soon as possible..."
Fang Cheng listened silently, suddenly interrupted him and asked:
"Can I go see the supply first and select the transplant candidates myself?"
The fat man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and explained with some embarrassment:
"It's not allowed according to the rules, but if you pay the deposit first, you can be a little more flexible."
Fang Cheng agreed without hesitation.
The fat man immediately showed a smile:
"Mr. Ma Don't worry, we have the best buying and selling market for Eastern Capital, but it's hard to find a suitable one elsewhere..."
While talking, the two walked to the door of Warehouse, a relatively secluded place on the street.
The fat man raised his hand and patted the closed rolling shutter door.
"It's right inside."
As he spoke, the rolling shutter door slowly rose upwards, revealing a relatively empty field.
Fang Cheng glanced inside and walked in.
Then, the rolling shutter door quickly fell down again.
The fat man did not follow him in.
There were about a dozen people inside, sitting or standing, playing cards and eating. They all showed meaningful smiles after seeing Fang Cheng.
"Here comes a boy named Tender Skin and Tender Flesh."
"I wonder how much money you brought?"
These people's eyes were full of ferocity, like a group of Evil Wolfs watching the lambs.
"The goods are not here?"
Fang Cheng scanned the surrounding scene.
Apart from some stacked packing boxes and a few beds, there was no sign that the traffickers were being held here.
A dark and muscular man smiled ferociously and stepped forward:
"Then it depends on how much money you bring first?"
Next to him stood a thin man with a machete in his hand, staring at Fang Cheng Shoulder Bag with the same fierce look.
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly, and his face was calm.
He had already predicted the bottom line for these criminals who committed the bloodiest and most dirty deeds.
At this moment, everyone's height, appearance, standing position, and whether they hold weapons in their hands are all firmly remembered in their minds.
Then with a flick of his finger, Butterfly Knife fell into his hand.
With a "swish", it instantly spreads like wings.
Almost at the same time, Exert Force's feet and body just flashed and he rushed in front of the nearest Burly Man.
The strong man didn't react at all, and his chest was pierced by the tip of the knife.
When the blade was pulled out again, a drop of blood shot out.
Then, his pounding heart split open instantly, spurting out large streams of blood.
Before the blood splashed onto his body, Fang Cheng flashed again and went to the side.
The blade passed horizontally across the neck of the thin man holding the machete.
Under the light, another bright red blood shot out.
In the blink of an eye, Forward Lunge Stab cut the throat horizontally.
Two living people become two corpses.
At this time, the man who reacted the fastest finally shouted:
"Be careful, this kid sneaked in deliberately to cause trouble!"
He then took out Pistol and wanted to fire Shooting at the opponent.
However, before he could pull the trigger, his entire wrist was cut off at the root.
He was in so much pain that he wanted to open his mouth and scream, but the blade flashed and pierced his throat, drowning all the sounds in the gurgling blood bubbles.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the others also picked up various sticks, knives, and guns, trying to surround and kill this Danger intruder.
But I was horrified to find that it was completely in vain.
When the enemy in front of you attacks, your whole person will seem to disappear on the spot.
When they reappeared, the knife in their hands had been pierced into their chests and their throats were cut open.
That's it--
Disappear, appear, cut throat.
Disappear, appear, pass through.
Disappear, appear, disembowel.
They couldn't see the enemy clearly at all, and could only vaguely see the light of the sword that turned into butterfly wings.
And this beautiful and hallucinating sword light was exactly the talisman that made them despair.
Twenty seconds later, the ground turned into a pool of bright red blood.
The entire Warehouse has transformed into the most terrifying Shura Field.
[The first time you use Knife Technique to complete the achievement of killing multiple enemies with one enemy in actual combat, Skill Experience+90]
A piece of information appeared in front of me.
Fang Cheng's face was stained with a few drops of blood, and he raised his hand to wipe it away.
Then, raise the roller shutter again.
He looked at the fat man squatting outside with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Can we talk now?"
Sorry, in order to prevent the plot from being interrupted so that everyone can read more comfortably, this chapter has been specially coded to nearly 4,000 words. The update is a bit late.