Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1139 - 556: Showdown Between Flesh and Killing Machine

Chapter 1139: Chapter 556: Showdown Between Flesh and Killing Machine

Thud thud thud thud thud——

The massive rotor blades churned the airflow, turning the Roof Terrace into a small storm’s eye in an instant.

Debris, glass shards, and a large quantity of residual blood foam were swept up by the violent airwaves, pelting all directions.

The armed helicopter didn’t directly land on the helipad.

The pilot was evidently a seasoned veteran.

When the white light beam of the searchlight swept over the chaotic scene and the bodies, the fuselage suddenly pulled up into a tactical angle.

Just like that, the helicopter hovered fifty meters above the skyscraper top, maintaining a sufficient safety distance.

The turbine engine emitted a piercing shriek that completely drowned out all the noises coming from the city below.

Two high-powered xenon searchlights, like interrogation room desk lamps, locked onto several figures in the center of the Roof Terrace.

The blinding strong light made it almost impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

Only the enormous steel silhouette could be seen behind the curtain of light, and the honeycomb rocket launcher mounted below the fuselage.

At this moment, the side cabin door slid open with a whoosh.

Two soldiers wearing full-coverage exoskeleton armor leaned out halfway.

They didn’t rush to rappel down but expertly set up that six-barrel Gatling gun.

The gun barrels spun quickly with preheating, making a heart-stopping mechanical friction sound.

In the shadows behind them, there seemed to be several pairs of eyes glowing red, coldly watching below through aiming sights.

This was absolute firepower suppression tactics.

Just a light pull of the trigger and the whole Roof Terrace would be leveled by a metal storm in seconds.

Static static static——

Just then, a piercing electrical microphone noise suddenly erupted, breaking the standoff.

The sound came from Black Mamba’s headless corpse; the individual communication device on his collar kept flashing the indicator light.

Soon, a cold hard male voice, mixed with background noise, clearly echoed in everyone’s ears:

"Calling Bloodthorn, the landing zone environment is abnormal, detected combat signs and a large number of corpses, what happened on-site, please report immediately."

"Repeat, report immediately, otherwise we will execute clearance procedure."

Hearing this familiar voice, Fire Dragon, huddled in the corner, felt like he’d been injected with a shot of adrenaline.

Ignoring the intense pain from his thigh, he desperately waved his arm toward the helicopter.

"Here! We’re here! Everything on-site is safe."

Fire Dragon shouted at the top of his lungs:

"There were just some misunderstandings earlier, the issue has basically been resolved, hurry down to save—"

He silently swallowed, forcing back the "save us" that was at the tip of his tongue.

Despite the assistance having arrived, Fire Dragon still glanced fearfully at the monstrous man a short distance away.

The terrifying scene of him killing teammates like swatting flies was etched in his mind like a branding iron.

Even with military support arriving, he dared not act recklessly at this critical moment, not utter a single word.

Fearful of angering this fiend who might twist his head off to kick as a ball before the rocket came.

Now, he could only hope the Illuminati would heed the military background, not daring to really tear everything apart.

Lying on the ground, the Masked Guest’s expression changed much more subtly.

He lowered his head, hiding the brief flash of joy under the shadow.

Even deliberately making his body tremble more, like a quail scared out of its wits, minimizing his threat.

Only those rolling eyes swiftly scanned between Fang Cheng and the surrounding cover.

Calculating which dead angle he should roll into when conflict erupted.

In contrast, the Illuminati side seemed much more tense.

"Chairman, what do we do? It’s the military."

Staring at the imposing armed helicopter, Old Chen’s face was pale, instinctively hiding behind Fang Cheng, seeking some sense of safety.

"Looks like a certain elite special forces, it’s getting tricky..."

Fei Ying tightly gripped the Butterfly Knife in his hand, glancing at the Roof Terrace entrance a dozen meters away.

Although this cold weapon seemed like a joke before aircraft cannons, he was confident in his running speed, only concerned about how comrades would dodge enemy fire coverage.

Fatty Hu said nothing, using his remaining hand to wipe the blood from his face.

The veins on his thick neck bulged, his feet slightly parted, adopting a stance ready for battle at any moment.

The ruthless glare in his eyes, under the threat of machine gun fire, burned even fiercer.

At the farthest point, Eagle Eye’s sniper rifle quietly adjusted, aiming slightly up, locking onto the helicopter cockpit.

Through the high-powered scope, he could clearly see the pores on the pilot’s face.

Almost in an instant, all data on wind speed, distance, ballistic drop completed calculation in his mind.

Ultimately forming the best shooting route to penetrate bulletproof glass and hit the bullseye on the pilot’s forehead.

Eagle Eye held his breath in Concentration, finger poised on the trigger.

Just waiting for an order to fire the deadly bullet.

Everyone’s nerves were stretched to the limit.

Only Fang Cheng, at the center of the storm, quietly stood in place.

The wind whipped his clothes, his hair flying chaotically backward.

He squinted slightly, looking toward the blinding searchlight. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

No fear on his face, not even a hint of disruption in his breathing rhythm.