Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1143 - 558

Buzz buzz buzz—

The aftermath of the explosion hadn’t dissipated yet, and the Black Hawk-like armed helicopter raised its body again.

This time, it didn’t give Fang Cheng any chance to throw anything.

Instead, it rapidly climbed to over two hundred meters in altitude and started tactical circling around the building.

Two hundred meters, this was an absolute dead zone for single-soldier thrown weapons.

But for a helicopter equipped with M134 cannons and "Nine-headed Serpent" rocket pods, it’s the most comfortable massacre distance.

"What? Aren’t throwing stones anymore?"

Captain Hu’s voice echoed through the loudspeaker in the night sky, filled with cat-and-mouse mockery:

"Let’s see how long you can hide! Didn’t you just act so tough?"

"Why aren’t you arrogant now? If you’ve got the guts, come fly up and bite me!"

Inside the cockpit, Captain Hu made minor adjustments to the control stick to maintain the circling stance, coldly scanning the ruins below.

If the opponent showed himself out of anger, even just a corner of his clothing, what awaited him was a saturation firepower coverage.

Captain Hu snorted coldly, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Even if this monster’s arms were made by hydraulic presses and could throw concrete blocs upward,

after two hundred meters of gravity decay and wind resistance, the resulting power would also be greatly weakened.

With his reaction speed, he can evade easily.

As long as they aren’t struck by large objects causing the helicopter to crash, he can rest easy.

This is the advantage that air superiority brings.

Unless the opponent has wings on his back or is one of those rare flying mutants, he has to obediently be a living target.

Meanwhile.

On the east side of the roof terrace, behind the central air conditioning cooling tower base.

This location happened to be the helicopter’s blind shooting spot.

Fang Cheng leaned against the concrete wall, raising his hand to pat the dust off his body.

Beside him lay his old buddy, a blue canvas shoulder bag.

When he climbed onto Silver Wing Building, he temporarily stored the bag containing his gear in this hidden corner.

Just now, while dodging those two rockets, he suddenly remembered this place, so he withdrew here smoothly.

Speaking of which, the speed of the rockets reached at least Mach two, much more troublesome than the subsonic cannon bullets.

Although he confidently believed with his current Protective True Qi, he could withstand them.

But that feeling of being passively attacked was really irritating.

He’s not a masochist; if it weren’t for saving people, how could he foolishly stand still letting the opponent attack?

Fang Cheng’s eyes coldly swept around, thinking to himself.

He needs to find a way to swat that annoying fly down.

"Uh... cough cough..."

While he was thinking, a wheezing sound like a broken wind box came from his foot.

Fang Cheng turned his head slightly and glanced.

He saw the leader of the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, Masked Guest, slumped in the corner.

That ugly face full of purple scars became even more twisted and unsightly, completely devoid of color.

This guy was indeed a shrewd one.

Just now, when the Illuminati members made a move to run away, he immediately became alert and found this perfect cover instantly. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

However, given his severe injuries, he didn’t have Fang Cheng’s perverse defensive power.

Even if he barely opened a Telekinesis Shield, he still couldn’t fully block that storm of metal bullets.

At this moment, his left leg had been directly shattered by a large-caliber machine bullet, only skin and flesh connected it.

His abdomen had been torn open with a bowl-sized blood hole, his intestines mixed with blood flowed all over.

If it were an ordinary person, this kind of injury would have left them cold long ago.

Only he, relying on his robust Life Force as an S-Class mutant, managed to hold on without breathing his last.

"Hu... Hu Bapi... cough cough..."

Masked Guest coughed blood while cursing in frustration:

"Screw your ancestors to the eighteenth generation! I’ve worked for the military... done so many dirty and hard jobs for you... cough cough..."

"You son of a bitch, even kill your own man..."

His hatred was genuine, he truly hated!

He had it all planned out, as long as he gave Fang Cheng the money, revealed the secrets.

Even if he kneeled and acted subservient to this demon star, as long as he could keep alive, it would be fine.

At worst, he would change identities afterward and resume his mercenary life abroad, still rule as an overlord.

If a trouble can be solved peacefully, can it still be called a trouble?

In the end, a perfectly good negotiation, ruined by that fool whose brain was filled with muscles and military rules!

Masked Guest grit his teeth, his eyes going red with anger.

As an esteemed S-Class strongman, where hadn’t he been treated with respect or admiration?

Even though he had no formal roster in the military, those generals treated him politely.

Since when did a small special task force captain get to order him around, treating him like garbage to be casually disposed of?

"Damn it... I won’t let you off even as a ghost..."

Masked Guest’s eyes were unfocused, still muttering curses indistinctly.

"Want revenge?"

A calm voice suddenly interjected.

Fang Cheng crouched down, his gaze lingered for a second at the bloody wound on his abdomen, as if assessing something.

"I can help you."

Masked Guest struggled to open his eyes, and upon seeing the face in front of him clearly, he let out a bitter laugh:

"Help me? You’re that kind-hearted?"

"If it weren’t for you... cough cough... if it weren’t for you butting in, I’d still be counting money in pleasure today!

"Damn it, how did I end up in this mess... cough cough..."

Fang Cheng wasn’t annoyed, he just sized him up with a look like "usable tool."

That gaze was utterly devoid of emotion, so cold it made Masked Guest shiver, like he was being stared down by a fierce beast.

But then he thought, he was about to die anyway, what’s there to fear?