Around seven o'clock at night.
A hundred meters away from the public restroom stood a small, somewhat dilapidated warehouse.
Inside the warehouse, a figure wearing a black mask hurriedly held up a pair of binoculars and scanned the street outside, as though searching for someone's trail.
"Strange. That guy was just wandering around outside. How did he suddenly disappear?"
"Could he have gone into some shop?"
After failing to find any trace of him, Xiao Tong lowered his binoculars, turned to his older brother drinking blood in the corner of the warehouse, and said, "Big Brother, that kid may have entered some shop. I can't see him for the moment."
The small warehouse was not large, about the size of a small apartment's living room.
At that moment, a fog lamp sat inside the warehouse. Under its hazy white glow, everything around the warehouse was faintly revealed.
Within the misty white light, a burly man held a blood-red plastic bag to his mouth. Like he was drinking water, he continuously poured its contents down his throat. Faintly, drops of blood could be seen seeping from the corners of his mouth.
Sigh!
Seeing that all his brother's attention was on the blood bag, Xiao Tong shook his head. He set down the binoculars and walked out of the warehouse.
Outside the warehouse was a narrow passage strewn with garbage and scrap.
Click!
Before long, wisps of white smoke rose into the air. Xiao Tong took a deep drag on his cigarette and leaned against the wall of the passage with an expression of enjoyment, savoring this unusual moment of peace.
The tenth second.
Wang Zhong, who had already changed into an ordinary-looking face, arrived at a small passage near the warehouse. The passage was piled high with foul-smelling garbage and scrap, with no lighting whatsoever. It looked dim and gloomy.
Whoosh, whoosh.
After focusing for several seconds, Wang Zhong's figure suddenly flashed. Like a ghostly wildcat, he moved silently into the dark passage.
His steps were light and his movements nimble. It was as though silencers had been fitted beneath his feet; even as he stepped on the ground, he made no sound. Like a strange ghost, he walked through the dark surroundings.
At that moment, Wang Zhong was like a mysterious figure from the night.
A [Level 3 Psionic Warrior] possessed formidable strength, speed as swift as a galloping horse, and, most notably, senses far beyond those of ordinary people.
Among them, the perception of a [Level 3 Psionic Warrior] was also extraordinary.
Or rather, a [Level 3 Psionic Warrior] could sense nearby danger and detect certain abnormalities within a certain range around him.
Just like Wang Zhong now, his special perception clearly sensed a bloody and dangerous aura hidden deep within the passage.
The narrow passage was not long, only twenty to thirty meters in length. However, there was a corner at its end.
The twentieth second.
Wang Zhong had already reached the corner of the passage. He silently poked his head out, and a mysterious figure wearing a black mask swiftly entered his sight.
Wang Zhong's pupils narrowed slightly. He lowered his body and suppressed his breathing even further. Then, in the dark passage, his body abruptly shifted, slipping out from behind the corner and silently approaching the mysterious figure from the left.
At that moment, Wang Zhong was at most five meters away from the mysterious figure, yet the other man noticed nothing and continued smoking at an unhurried pace.
Smack!
A few seconds later, just as the mysterious figure tossed away his cigarette, a left hand clad in a black glove suddenly clamped over his mouth. Then, a right-handed chop carrying terrifying force struck viciously against his neck.
With a crack, the mysterious figure felt a sharp pain in his neck, then completely lost consciousness.
After laying the mysterious figure flat on the ground, Wang Zhong took out a pair of iron handcuffs and cuffed his hands and feet. Then he bent down and took the [Mechanical Mobile Phone] from the man's body.
With that, Wang Zhong had dealt with the first enemy.
A completely unprepared [Level 2 Psionic Warrior] was no match for a [Level 3 Psionic Warrior]. Even if the former was a well-trained assassin, the outcome would still be no different.
By then, forty seconds had already passed.
Standing at the pitch-black entrance of the warehouse, Wang Zhong turned around. His pair of eyes, faintly gleaming with green psionic light, watched the entrance warily. His instinctive perception clearly told him that some bloody and ferocious creature seemed to be hiding inside.
Deep and dark!
The entire warehouse interior was dim and pitch-black, without the slightest trace of light.
For a moment, it seemed as if some terrifying creature lurked inside the warehouse, waiting for Wang Zhong, this uninvited guest, to walk into its trap.
Thump!
At that moment, Wang Zhong could clearly feel an intense heartbeat coming from within his own body.
Roar.
At that instant, a low beastly roar suddenly came from inside the warehouse.
In an instant, Wang Zhong, who had already drawn his [Psionic Laser Gun], froze. A sensation as though he had been targeted by some ferocious beast arose in his heart. His suddenly contracted pupils also condensed with faint green psionic light.
Boom!
Almost at that same instant, Wang Zhong instinctively unleashed the full power of his [Level 3 Psionic Warrior] physique.
Smack!
In less than 0.5 seconds, a dark shadow pounced straight out from the warehouse entrance. Like a wildly charging car, it slammed viciously toward Wang Zhong.
Whoosh, whoosh.
However, Wang Zhong had already been on guard. He kicked off the ground with both legs, his figure moving like the wind as he rapidly dodged toward the open space by the corner. He was so fast that he nearly became an afterimage.
Smack.
Immediately afterward, the sound of a heavy object smashing into the ground rang in Wang Zhong's ears.
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