Two steel wire ropes connecting Drawbridge lie in mid-air.
After years of wear and tear, it has become stained with rust. The degree of corrosion is shocking, as if it will break if you pull it lightly.
Viewed from a distance, it even looms in the dim light, almost blending in with the dark Well Cave.
The Fang Cheng bullet hit the surface of two ropes with the accuracy of Sniper Rifle.
The wire rope trembled violently as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.
Large tracts of reddish-brown rust are like scabs, peeling off layer by layer and floating down.
This caused Drawbridge, which was already in danger, to tremble, making it look even more like its life was hanging by a thread.
It seemed that in the next second, the already slender and fragile rope would be overwhelmed and break.
Then he took Drawbridge and the hostages above and fell into the endless darkness Abyss.
Ma Donghe was tied to a chair, watching Fang Cheng's series of bold and crazy actions, and was dumbfounded.
I saw sparks flying and the thin ropes twisted into steel ropes breaking apart one after another.
Even though he was so bold, he couldn't help but scream like a pig in fear.
Fang Cheng's eyes were stern, and the gun in his hand was still aimed steadily.
Every time the trigger was pulled, the bullets shot out like lightning.
Passing through the air filled with bullets and bullets, short and dazzling tracks were lit up in the darkness.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bullets hit the two steel wire ropes like arrows one after another, gradually cutting through the bundles of rope strands.
Under the conscious control of Fang Cheng, an extremely fragile balance is maintained.
In the end, only a thin rope was left to support the two wire ropes.
Moreover, under the gravity load, the remaining thin rope also made a creepy "crunching" sound.
This sound was like the footsteps of the God of Death approaching, and every sound struck Ma Donghe hard in the heart.
His breathing stopped and his muscles stiffened. He could only watch the wire rope that might break at any time, waiting for Fate to fall into Abyss.
And at this critical moment, Fang Cheng was already gliding quickly and approached the connection between Drawbridge and the walkway.
Then he suddenly picked up Iron Door, ran forward like a cheetah, and jumped directly onto the crumbling Drawbridge.
Bang!
Drawbridge shook violently.
It was already fragile and was already crumbling under the double pressure of its own gravity load and the weight of Ma Donghe.
Now with the addition of a strong man running around carrying Iron Door, the burden suddenly increased dramatically.
The remaining slender strands were even more overwhelmed, and they let out a scream that was even shriller than before, as if a battered woman was issuing her final protest.
This sudden scene made Ma Donghe stunned for a moment, his mind went blank, and there was only one sentence that echoed crazily in his heart:
Brother, do you want to be buried with me?
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
Bullets were like a violent rain of fire, pouring densely on Iron Door.
Fang Cheng seemed to be desperate and rushed towards Ma Donghe who was tied to the top of Drawbridge.
Snap, snap!
Finally, the wire rope that was stretched to the limit could not withstand the torture and completely broke with two crisp sounds.
The rope quickly fell off Pulley.
As a result, Drawbridge lost the power to maintain balance, and immediately began to tilt from the top, falling downwards.
Ma Donghe, who was tightly tied by the rope, had a look of horror on his face, and his body began to tilt along with Drawbridge.
The legs of the chair slid on the bridge, making a sharp scratching sound, as if it was making a desperate struggle before falling into Abyss.
When Fang Cheng saw this, he simply threw away Iron Door as a shield.
He took a deep breath, and his muscles tightened instantly, like a powerful spring that was about to be ejected, compressing to the extreme and then erupting to the extreme.
Wow--
With the special effects of "Ape Waist" and "Elasticity", Fang Cheng burst out with amazing power and accelerated again.
His body seemed to turn into a black phantom Gale Wind, and every step seemed like he was racing against death.
At this moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down.
The bullet whizzed past the ear, dragging out dazzling lights and shadows, just like a grand and deadly fireworks show.
Drawbridge gradually tilted and collapsed in the chaos, and the broken boards scattered like snowflakes.
Ma Donghe's eyes widened as if they were about to burst out of his sockets, looking at Fang Cheng who was sprinting towards him.
The naked body slid down inch by inch along with the chair, raised his head, and fell backward.
His heart had stopped beating, as if it was being grabbed by an invisible hand.
The big beads of sweat on his forehead were like broken beads, falling down and slowly squirming in the air.
His mouth was wide open, but fear tightly strangled his throat, making it difficult to make a sound.
The whole world was spinning, as if falling into a silent silence.
Darkness is like a tide, swallowing up this isolated island and the people who live on it.
On the line between life and death, senses, power, and speed are all stimulated from instinct to the extreme.
Fang Cheng suddenly exhaled and shouted, like rolling thunder, shattering the dead silence of the air.
In an instant, the sound of firing and shouting came again, and the whole world returned to normal.
With a hail of bullets chasing behind him, Fang Cheng jumped resolutely towards the dark and huge Well Cave like diving from a high platform.
His figure instantly drew a thrilling arc in the air, and his arms stretched out rapidly like steel.
Snap!
One hand reached out and firmly grasped the foot of the falling chair that Ma Donghe was sitting on.
Bang!
Immediately afterwards, the other hand stretched upward like an iron pliers and accurately grasped the iron frame at the end of Drawbridge.
Crunch----
The Drawbridge with the remaining frame was pulled by the sudden gravity, like an arm swinging after being injured, throwing Fang Cheng, who was trying his best, and Ma Donghe, whose life was hanging by a thread, toward the cave wall.
The wind whimpered, as if countless resentful spirits were crying and wandering in this empty and dark space.
The rancid and pungent Miasma is like thick ink, flowing quietly and wantonly, wrapping around the neck with a cold chill.
In this deep and suffocating darkness, a window Glass loomed, like a glimmer of light in the dark night.
Fang Cheng, who was flying through the air, had his pupils shrunk, his vision as sharp as a hawk, and he locked on the shimmering target below, waiting silently.
As Drawbridge swings wildly, the top part is thrown towards the cave wall, and the angle gradually approaches 45°.
The time has come!
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he took a deep breath again. The muscles in his right arm suddenly tightened, and quickly swelled to the point where he almost burst his clothes.
With this momentary burst of majestic power, his fingers tightly grasped the legs and feet of the chair.
Like a powerful catapult, Ma Donghe, which was tied to the chair, was thrown out toward the window that held life.
Banglanglang--
A loud noise broke the silence in the darkness. Ma Donghe carried a huge impact and smashed into the window. Glass fragments instantly scattered like snowflakes.
At the same time, relying on the powerful Airtime Ability, the figure of Fang Cheng also followed him, ran into the wide opening of the door, and rolled a few times on the ground.
After buffering, Fang Cheng quickly stood up and scanned the surrounding scene with bright eyes.
What comes into view is a slightly old and messy space.
It looks like this should be a workshop passage somewhere at Second Floor.
On both sides of the corridor, there are many rusty gas pipelines crisscrossing the corridor, and occasionally there is a faint "hissing" sound.
In addition, all kinds of abandoned equipment are scattered everywhere. Some of the shells are damaged and the internal parts are exposed, like piles of abandoned wreckage.
Fang Cheng calmed down, turned around, and looked outside the broken window.
On the top floor of the Sixth Floor workshop, there was a loud exclamation.
The ambushers ran to the edge of the Well Cave one after another. They all looked nervous, with their guns pointed downwards, and tried to Shooting downwards.
Each bullet fired was accompanied by a brief flash of fire and a harsh sound, echoing in the empty and dark pit.
Obviously, they were trying to find evidence that the two people who fell from Drawbridge had fallen into powder Bone Fragment.
Fang Cheng didn't pay much attention to the threat from above, and looked down along the cave wall.
I saw that this Well Cave, which is specially used to degrade garbage, has an astonishing depth and is dug directly into the ground.
From here to the bottom, the height is estimated to be more than 40 meters.
The dark pit is like the mouth of a Abyss monster, swallowing up everything that falls into it.
The deep and shallow moss and dirt are like mottled traces left by the years, telling the desolation and Danger of this place.
"It's not easy..."
Fang Cheng exhaled a long breath, with a hint of relief on his face.
Thinking back on the whole process of the risky rescue, it was a thrilling journey every step of the way.
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Before taking action, Fang Cheng accurately calculated various changes and parameters through the three-dimensional holographic image recorded in his mind.
This includes the distance from the door to Drawbridge, the speed that needs to be achieved when running, and the distance between the swing angle and the window when Drawbridge falls down after the wire rope breaks.
All of this must be precise and interlocking, so as to ensure that there are no omissions in the final action and to successfully escape from this desperate situation surrounded by gunfire and unable to fly.
"Holy shit, shit, shit..."
Ma Donghe was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, breathing heavily and moaning incessantly.
At this moment, it seemed that he could only vent the waves of panic in his heart by swearing repeatedly.
Hearing Ma Donghe's shouting, Fang Cheng immediately turned his head.
When his eyes fell on the shocking wounds on his body, he suddenly felt a pain in his thighs and back.
He stretched out his hand, but there was no blood.
In the melee that was filled with bullets and bullets just now, the opponent's firepower was too fierce and the coverage was too wide.
Even though I used Iron Door as a shield and tried my best to dodge, several bullets still took advantage of the situation and bit my body.
Fortunately, my Constitution was very strong and I was wearing the bulletproof Combat Uniform, so I was not seriously injured by the gunshot. At most, I only suffered some bruises, redness, and swelling.
Fang Cheng turned to look at the injuries on Ma Donghe's body. Except for the few old injuries that he already had, fortunately, he was not hit by stray bullets again.
However, because the ropes were cut into his flesh, after he struggled, several condensed wounds burst open more ferociously, and blood continued to seep out, staining the ropes red.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately stepped forward, grabbed the rope that tied Ma Donghe, and suddenly Exert Force with his hands.
Boom, boom.
With a few crisp sounds, the five-flowered rope was instantly torn into several pieces and scattered on the ground.
Along with the broken chair, it also completely fell apart and turned into a pile of broken boards.
Ma Donghe I suddenly felt relaxed and took a long breath. My eyes were wide open, and the fear in my heart had not completely faded away.
The whole person looked like a fish that had just jumped out of the water. His face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and his legs and feet were involuntarily weak.
It took a while to calm down, and he muttered:
"A Cheng, can you please stop playing so exciting in the future? I'll have a heart attack!"
Fang Cheng heard this and teased with a smile:
"Do you want to be kidnapped again?"
Ma Donghe was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and was about to speak to express his gratitude to Fang Cheng.
At this time, Fang Cheng's ears twitched slightly, as if catching some slight movement, and he raised his hand to signal:
"Stop talking and come with me."
Immediately afterwards, he helped Ma Donghe up with both hands and led him towards the other end of the workshop.
The two of them moved quickly in the darkness, bypassing the crisscrossing pipes.
When the footsteps fell, they tried not to make any sound or leave any traces, as if they had blended into the dark and silent environment.
Just sneak all the way until you reach an inconspicuous duty room in the corner.
Fang Cheng gently opened the door, stepped in sideways, then helped Ma Donghe to a more hidden position in the house, and ordered:
"Donghe, just hide here and don't make a sound. I will take you out after I come back."
Ma Donghe instantly heard the meaning of Fang Cheng's words. He felt nervous and quickly tried to dissuade him:
"A Cheng, they are outnumbered, and they all have guns in their hands. It's too Danger. We might as well sneak out while it's dark. Those people may not be able to catch up."
He had a worried look on his face. He knew that the so-called Noah Organization was powerful and cruel, and he really didn't want Fang Cheng to go into danger alone.
"Danger?"
Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, a cold Killing Intent flashed in his eyes, and casually replied, "Kill them all, then it will be safe."
Ma Donghe heard this, his eyes widened immediately, his eyes full of concern and responsibility for his friends:
"Then I'll go with you. Even though I'm injured, my physique is very durable."
As he spoke, he puffed out his chest vigorously, trying to prove that what he said was true.
Fang Cheng glanced at him, smiled and patted his shoulder gently:
"It's enough for me to deal with those people on my own. Just let me heal my wounds."
Although the words were somewhat ridiculing, they still had an unquestionable tone.
Ma Donghe wanted to say more, but looking at Fang Cheng's firm eyes, he swallowed his words again.
He knew that once this guy decided on something, not even nine cows could pull him back.
I could only nod my head silently, praying in my heart that Fang Cheng could return safely.
Inside Surveillance Room, the light is getting darker and darker.
Several rows of CCTV almost all turned into snowflake screens, with messy white dots flashing non-stop.
There was only one TV screen left that remained stable and continued to transmit real-time footage from the surveillance camera.
What is shown in the picture is a chaotic gunfight on the top floor of the workshop.
Bullets were flying, fire was flying, and there was that shocking leap.
Ghost sat quietly in front of the monitoring desk, staring at the screen.
Everything that just happened was like playing a wonderful action movie.
And all the performances of the protagonist of this movie have not escaped his eyes.
"Haha, he is indeed a master...""
The corners of Ghost's mouth were raised, and the depths of his eyes were shining with light, as if Hunter had discovered a very challenging prey.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly picked up Walkie-Talkie and gave the order in a stern tone:
"Attention everyone, once you find traces of the target, report it to me immediately without any mistakes!"
Then, Ghost stood up neatly, put on a Skull Mask, and his whole person exuded a Danger Aura.
"I'm going to meet him personally."
After that, he strode out of the door.
Hood man saw this and quickly asked:
"You go deal with him, what will I do?"
"You stay here and check the surveillance and let me know if there is any news."
Ghost Without looking back, after leaving these words, the figure escaped into the darkness and quickly disappeared outside the door.
Hood Man's eyes returned to the surveillance screen with only one picture.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally couldn't restrain his impulse and quickly followed her.