Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1140 - 556: Showdown Between Flesh and Killing Machine (Part 2)

Chapter 1140: Chapter 556: Showdown Between Flesh and Killing Machine (Part 2)

Just calmly watching the armed helicopter, as if looking at a slightly larger fly, or perhaps evaluating.

Can this pile of scrap metal withstand a full-force punch from me?

While considering this, a voice suddenly sounded in Fang Cheng’s earpiece at the back of his ear:

"Chairman, I saw a helicopter heading to the roof terrace of the Silver Wing Building, it seems to be the military’s Dark Blade Special Forces..."

The voice was exceptionally mature and steady, it was the Professor on lookout downstairs, who quickly reminded:

"These with the black coating are used by the military for covert operations, they kill without hesitation and might be equipped with nerve suppressant rounds targeting mutants, you need to be cautious."

Even though the Professor was standing at the base of the building, looking up at the scene in the sky.

But as an S-Class Spiritual Ability User, his sensory perception was also astonishing.

Even hundreds of meters away, he could clearly capture the details of that killing weapon.

"Received, we are preparing to evacuate."

Fang Cheng replied calmly.

After speaking, he cut off the communication, turned his head to look at the Masked Guest lying on the ground, and slightly frowned.

Seemingly considering whether to take him along packed up, or let him take the fall upfront directly.

Zzzzzz——

At this moment, the piercing sound of electric currents rang out again.

This time, the man’s voice had a trace of impatience:

"Final warning!"

"Bloodthorn, I, as the person responsible for this mission, order you to immediately account for the origin of all personnel on-site and explain the matter with these corpses all over the place."

"If there is no satisfactory answer within five seconds, we will consider the mission failed and initiate the clearing procedure immediately!"

"Five..."

"Four..."

The countdown sounded like a death knell beating in everyone’s hearts.

Fire Dragon saw this and stomped his foot in distress, triggering the gun wound on his thigh.

It hurt so much his face twisted, and his facial features contorted together.

Are these soldiers out of their minds?

Can’t you see that I’m a hostage now?

If they really open fire, the bullets that don’t know their target will surely hit him, the innocent one.

The Masked Guest lay on the ground, opened his mouth.

But found he didn’t know how to explain this ridiculous situation at all.

Say they were held hostage by outsiders?

The military would surely flatten this place directly, choose to silence, and clean him up as well.

Say it was an internal conflict in the team?

Then he couldn’t explain the origin of these surviving Illuminati members either.

Just when he was in a dilemma and at a loss.

Fang walked to the headless corpse of Black Mamba, bent over to pull off the communicator.

Then casually threw it into the arms of the Masked Guest, raised his chin to signal:

"Tell them, the transaction is canceled."

"Tell them to head back to where they came from, and pretend nothing happened tonight."

Fang Cheng spoke rudely, yet his expression was as calm as if he were instructing a waiter to pour water.

The Masked Guest, holding the blood-stained communicator, was completely in shock.

How could he bring himself to say this?

The agreed transaction suddenly canceled, the military would certainly pursue responsibility and inquire.

That was a special operations unit responsible for cargo transactions, carrying heavily armed helicopters, not something easily dismissible.

Looking into Fang Cheng’s eyes so calm that they were terrifying, the Masked Guest trembled in his heart, not daring to move.

This silent indifference was more terrifying to him than any threat.

Whether the military believes it or not, it’s best to stabilize this ominous star in front of him first.

Hesitating another half-second, he’d be the next one to turn into a pulp.

He gritted his teeth and pressed the communication button, his voice slightly trembling, with a tone almost pleading.

"Captain Hu... it’s me, the Masked Man."

"Um... there’s something unusual about the situation tonight, there was a... small accident."

"Can we cancel our transaction for now? You and the brothers should withdraw first. Some other day, I’ll personally go to the base to apologize."

On the other end of the communication, there was a two-second silence.

Inside the helicopter cockpit.

A middle-aged officer with a buzz cut and sinister eyes was sitting in the command seat.

Wearing a neat black Combat Suit, his chest absent of rank, adorned with a skull emblem.

He was the Captain Hu the Masked Guest was speaking with.

Listening to the absurd words coming from the earpiece, a cold smile curled on his lips.

Then through the bulletproof glass of the cabin, he looked down at the figures on the roof terrace from high above.

His gaze skipped past the groveling Masked Guest, fixing firmly on the young man standing at the center.

His appearance was unfamiliar, but he gave a strong impression.

With years of intuition honed in piles of dead bodies, he could sense the deadly aura emanating from that person’s body.

Like a fierce beast cloaked in human skin.

"Cancel?"

Captain Hu’s voice came through the loudspeaker, carrying an unpleasant, arrogant official tone:

"Masked Man, have you stayed in the radiation pile so long that your brain’s gone rotten?"

"Do you think a military mission is something you can stop and start at will, like we’re your personal bodyguards?"

"And..."

The beam of the searchlight suddenly swung around, spotlighting Fang Cheng and the others, painfully glaring in their eyes.

"Who exactly are these unfamiliar guys? They don’t look like your Bloodthorn people. Are the ones on the ground their handiwork?"

"Destroying a top-secret military operation, stealing important strategic materials, and even suspected of murdering Federal officers—any one of these is a serious crime..."

Captain Hu’s voice suddenly raised, carrying a cold-blooded murderous intent:

"With these charges, it doesn’t matter if it’s you or these clueless bunch, even with ten heads it wouldn’t be enough to cut off!"

"Fuck!"

Hearing this, the Masked Guest and Fire Dragon felt a stampede of a thousand grass mud horses galloping through their minds.

Damn it! Is this Captain Hu blind or brain-dead?

Didn’t he see Big Bear smashed into a pulp on the ground? Didn’t he see Black Mamba’s neck snapped?

This god of death is an unmatched expert who can kill an S-Class power user barehanded.

How dare you talk tough to him from afar? If you want to die, don’t drag us down with you!

"Captain Hu, it’s a misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding!"

The Masked Guest hurriedly got up from the ground, shouting up at the helicopter, trying to salvage the situation:

"These people... they’re my friends, we’re all on the same side, let’s talk this over..."

"Shut up!"

Captain Hu interrupted him sharply:

"Masked Man, do you take me for a three-year-old? Now I suspect you, colluding with outsiders, trying to deceive the military—another charge added!"

The atmosphere on the roof terrace was suddenly pushed to the breaking point.

Just then, Fang Cheng suddenly chuckled.

The laugh was not loud, but it was particularly grating against the sound of the machine guns.

"I originally planned to give you a way out, leave each other alone."

Fang Cheng shook his head, murmuring:

"If you insist on forcing my hand, then there’s no choice..."

As he spoke, the calm aura around him suddenly erupted.

Like a red-hot furnace, the surrounding air was scorched intensely.

The Masked Guest felt like his heart was being tightly gripped by a large hand.

The oppressive suffocation returned, making him break out in a cold sweat instantly.

It’s over, everything’s over.

"Wait! Don’t act! We can peacefully coexist; any conflict can be resolved through negotiation!" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

He hurriedly shouted, his voice turning sharp with fear.

On the helicopter.

Captain Hu cut off external communications.

He focused on the man who seemed about to make a move, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Someone who can scare the likes of Masked Guest, an S-Class expert, into such a state, and even take down Big Bear, must be quite capable.

Most likely here for the military’s experimental project, or perhaps even eyeing the cultivation resources in the ancient relic.

This uncertain and dangerous factor must be eliminated in its nascent state.

Otherwise, if something happens in the future, it could implicate him.

Therefore, he cannot let him leave alive!

With that thought, Captain Hu made a tactical gesture, and quietly ordered:

"All units prepare, activate the cannons and rockets, cover the entire rooftop area, focus on the male target in the black hoodie."

"Captain Hu."

The adjutant beside him looked hesitant:

"There are our people below, and those goods we need to retrieve..."

"Our people?"

Captain Hu sneered, his eyes full of contempt:

"They’re just expendable pathfinders, who considers them one of us."

"Those radiation-contaminated mutants can be replaced, the military prison is full of this trash."

"But those goods..."

The adjutant wanted to say more.

Just then, Captain Hu’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

Through the bulletproof glass, he clearly saw the people behind that man suddenly moving.

Their figures darted like arrows towards the rooftop entrance.

Captain Hu’s pupils constricted sharply.

These rats are trying to run!

"Engage!"

He suddenly waved his hand, issuing the command for annihilation.