Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1147 - 559_2

At the same time, the out-of-control helicopter completely lost its last lift and began to accelerate downward.

"Warning! Warning! Altitude too low! Pull up immediately!"

The onboard computer’s cold synthetic electronic voice, the piercing stall warning, and the hissing sound of hydraulic pipe bursts mixed together.

The massive centrifugal force flung everything inside the cabin toward the surroundings.

The remaining three soldiers, various instrument fragments, shell casings, and the broken corpse of the Masked Guest flew chaotically inside the cabin.

Only Fang Cheng’s feet seemed rooted to the cabin floor, holding Captain Hu’s corpse in one hand, his body unmoving like a mountain.

Even in such a dire spinning situation, his breathing remained terrifyingly steady.

Through the shattered cockpit glass, the world outside appeared upside down.

The glass curtain wall of the Silver Wing Building swiftly swept by, clearly reflecting the smoking fuselage.

Neon flashes, the wind howled.

The city’s hustle and bustle felt particularly distant at this moment.

The entire helicopter, carrying both the living and the dead, spiraled downward as if it was about to plunge into the deepest part of Hell.

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the Silver Wing Building on the landscape square.

The Professor looked up, the black-framed lenses reflecting the rapidly falling massive shadow.

Beside him, Xiao Ya covered her mouth, her long eyelashes trembling violently.

"That is..."

Xiao Ya’s voice was stuck in her throat.

"Move back!"

The Professor reacted quickly, grabbing Xiao Ya’s arm and pulling her to hide behind a distant concrete pillar.

Boom——

A thunderous explosion interrupted all the exclamations.

Tons of steel debris fiercely crashed into the fountain pool in the center of the square.

A horrifying shockwave mixed with metal fragments and burning aviation kerosene swept through dozens of meters around instantly.

The marble pavement split open, landscape trees were severed at waist height.

Several sedans parked on the roadside blared their alarms, even flipped over by the blast.

Pedestrians on the distant street halted in terror, staring over.

Some screamed and fled, while more people raised their phones, excitedly filming the mushroom cloud rising in the air.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and this helicopter crash did not harm innocent citizens.

Flames roared, heat waves surged.

Amidst the blaze capable of melting steel, a steady sound of footsteps suddenly emerged.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

The flames seemed to possess a spiritual nature, parting automatically to the sides.

A tall figure, stepping on the glowing red steel fragments scattered on the ground, slowly walked out.

He was naked from top to bottom, wearing only a pair of dark red shorts.

Golden flames flowed over those strong muscle lines.

As if forged from a furnace, emitting an overwhelming sense of strength.

Some places even had burning fuel clinging to them.

But he remained indifferent, casually wiping it away as if brushing off dust, extinguishing the flames.

That extreme masculine beauty combined with the ghastly, sinister Evil Ghost Mask formed a kind of unsettling violent aesthetic.

After walking a few steps, the golden flames enveloping his body also disappeared.

With the glimmer from the burning helicopter wreckage behind him, his smooth skin showed no burns, not even a minor scratch.

"This... how is this possible?"

Xiao Ya’s almond eyes widened, her mind a blank.

Falling from hundreds of meters in the air, being in the explosion’s center, he didn’t even have a scratch?

The Professor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his shock.

He quickly stepped forward, his gaze lingering briefly on the mask, and asked in a deep voice:

"Chairman, has the mission ended?"

Fang Cheng didn’t pause, his gaze swept over the increasingly gathered crowd, his voice calm:

"Get ready, evacuate immediately."

After speaking, his figure suddenly shifted, exerting power at his feet.

The whole person, agile like a gecko, instantly rushed toward the glass curtain of the Silver Wing Building.

Using both hands and feet, gripping the metal frame of the curtain wall, each exertion propelled him over ten meters upward.

Under the stunned gaze of bystanders, he disappeared into the building’s rooftop darkness within a few jumps.

On the roof terrace.

The three members of the Illuminati, originally hiding in the doorway, were now leaning over the edge of the railing, peeking downward.

They clearly saw the devastating crash scene moments ago.

"Wow..."

Fatty Hu swallowed, looking at the flaming ground and the figure quickly climbing along the curtain wall, with admiration in his eyes:

"Did the Chairman really take down that thing?"

Beside him, Fei Ying looked equally stunned, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Just a few minutes ago, they witnessed Fang Cheng withstand the fierce firepower of an armed helicopter, and then jump into the cabin like a god to engage in close combat with the enemy.

The series of brilliant operations completely exceeded their understanding of mutant battles.

"Seems like I finally found the right person to follow..."

Old Chen murmured to himself, his hand gripping the railing was trembling slightly.

His heart was like a stormy sea, difficult to calm for a long time.

As he spoke, the figure who climbed the building with bare hands leapt like a roc, smoothly flipping over the roof terrace railing, landing steadily in front of them.

"Chairman!"

All three shuddered, immediately standing up straight.

Their gaze at Fang Cheng now was no longer looking at a strong person but a God.

Fang Cheng took off his mask, glancing around:

"Where is Eagle Eye?"

"He went to the security room downstairs."

Old Chen quickly stepped forward, reporting:

"He said tonight’s surveillance recordings in the building must be erased, the hard drives need to be physically destroyed."

Fang Cheng nodded, praising silently.

This is the professionalism of an expert, thinking ahead without needing instructions.

"Clean up the site, we are ready to leave."

Then looking at the chaotic site environment, he frowned slightly:

"The commotion just now was too big, the police will arrive soon."

"Yes!"

Old Chen and Fei Ying dared not dawdle, quickly starting the cleanup work.

But troubles came along.

The ground was covered with bloodstains from previous battles, including those from Illuminati members, Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, and Flying Crane Gang.

If the police collected their blood samples, it could potentially expose their identities.

The two couldn’t find mops, so they could only take off their jackets, futilely wiping the stains, with a poor efficiency.

Fang Cheng picked up the satchel from behind the cooling tower base, seeing this, couldn’t help but shake his head.

Too slow.

His gaze suddenly swept across, looking at the large stainless steel water tanks standing around the roof terrace, an idea formed.

Then he bent over, picked up a few fist-sized concrete fragments.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

His arm swung continuously, the fragments flew out like cannonballs.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by several explosive metal bursts, the bottoms of four huge tanks were successively pierced.

Whoa-la-la—

Over ten tons of clear water gushed out, instantly turning into a torrent sweeping over the entire roof terrace.

The rushing water washed over the ground, sweeping all bloodstains, shredded meat, and smoke dust into the drainage.

In just half a minute, the entire roof terrace was thoroughly cleaned, leaving only bodies and water stains.

Fei Ying and Old Chen stopped their actions, watching this scene, exchanged glances, both seeing the word "impressed" in each other’s eyes.

Simple, brutal, efficient.

At this time, Fatty Hu dragged a person over from the corner, asking:

"Chairman, how should we deal with this one?"

Fang Cheng looked down.

The person had a distinctive red hair, it was the remaining member of the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps, Fire Dragon.

This guy was very unlucky.

In the earlier indiscriminate helicopter fire, although not at the center, he was still pierced by flying shrapnel and debris.

With at least three bloody holes bleeding on his body, his breath weak, seemed about to perish soon.

Seeing Fang Cheng’s cold gaze cast over, Fire Dragon shivered, his survival instinct made him claw back to life, reaching out a bloody hand to tightly grab Fang Cheng’s ankle:

"Save... save me..."

He coughed blood while pleading:

"I know Masked Guest’s bank password... I have been managing that money... it’s an anonymous overseas account..."

"As long as you save me... the money... is all yours..."

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow.

Masked Guest, being an S-Class expert, his assets were surely not a small amount.

"Take him."

Fang Cheng turned to instruct Old Chen:

"Later find a reliable black clinic, whether he can survive is up to his own fate."

"Understood."

Without a word, Old Chen carried Fire Dragon on his shoulders like a sack.

Woooo—woooo—

The shrill police sirens faintly came from the distant street, getting closer.

Fang Cheng’s eyes focused, taking a final look at the ravaged battlefield, waved his hand to command:

"Retreat!"