Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1190 - 578:

The stream of vehicles was like a paralyzed dragon, coiled on the expressway leading to West Gate District.

Midday sunlight poured through the front windshield, making the car interior unbearably hot and stuffy.

Fang Cheng rested a hand on the steering wheel, his fingertips lightly tapping to the rhythm of the jazz music flowing from the car’s speakers.

Outside, the sounds of horns and impatient complaints came in waves.

Today is the weekend, and the citizens of East Capital are like birds released from their cages.

Half of them flock to the scenic areas around West Mountain, while the other half squeeze towards the Golden Beach in the east, turning this main road into a solid choke point.

Fang Cheng’s destination for this trip is his grandfather’s house in Wanghu Town, located in West Gate District.

These days are just like usual; apart from his daily, unwavering exercise routine, most of his time is spent at the construction site of the base, overseeing the progress with Lin Chuqiao.

Occasionally, he’d take time to have tea and chat with newly recruited members of the organization, enhancing mutual familiarity and reinforcing his presence as the big boss.

Even the living room floor at home, which he had worn a hole through, was already repaired properly by a renovator he hired.

Life seems to be gradually getting back on track.

As for the unlucky Fire Dragon, his resilience is truly impressive.

Yesterday morning, a little past six, he finally woke from his coma.

The black market doctor in charge promptly shared the good news with the Professor, who then quickly informed Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng had initially planned to visit the black clinic at Jinshui Fish Market today to check in, while simultaneously extracting the overseas bank account passwords from the Masked Guest.

But before he could head out, his grandfather’s call came in.

Over the phone, although the elderly man’s tone tried to be stern, his longing was undeniable.

He mentioned how his uncle was cooking today, preparing Fang Cheng’s favorite red-braised lion head and potato beef stew.

Ordered him to come home for dinner no matter how busy work was, failing to do so would mean disrespecting him.

Considering Fire Dragon had just pulled through the critical phase and likely unable to speak coherently, Fang Cheng thought delaying the visit for a couple of days wouldn’t hurt and agreed readily.

Lost in thought, the traffic ahead came to almost a complete halt.

Fang Cheng lowered the car window and stuck his head out to peer ahead.

A hundred meters away, yellow and black barricades were set up at the intersection.

Several olive green military trucks blocked the middle of the road, sealing the entire eight-lane roadway tightly.

Armed soldiers guarded either side of the checkpoint, inspecting each passing vehicle and its occupants.

Fang Cheng’s pupils slightly contracted, thoughts racing internally.

Recent television news continuously reported on the terror attack at the Silver Wing Building.

The military claimed to have initiated a citywide lockdown, fully committed to hunting down the fugitive terrorist leader.

Clearly, this wasn’t just idle talk; they’re serious.

The military deployment along the expressway, the layered defensive stance—it’s basically a full-scale grid search operation.

Fang Cheng’s gaze swept over the checkpoint, noting the atmosphere was as taut as a fully drawn bowstring.

A dozen special forces soldiers, armed with assault rifles, stood scattered, their fingers steadily resting on trigger guards.

Their eyes sharply scrutinized each car’s occupants, prepared to shoot the moment there’s the slightest anomaly.

Beside them, a communication soldier urgently radioed for additional support.

The drivers and passengers in nearby cars were evidently frightened by the imposing military setup.

Complaints vanished instantly, leaving only sporadic uneasy whispers.

Leaning back against his seat, Fang Cheng’s face remained calm while his mind raced.

The "terrorist leader" mentioned, the culprit who caused the armed helicopter crash, naturally referred to him.

Had his identity been exposed?

Impossible!

Fang Cheng immediately shook his head in denial.

If the military had identified his true identity, it wouldn’t be a checkpoint here.

It would be tanks and a fleet of armed helicopters, knocking directly at his door.

So it seemed the opposition only had sparse clues, attempting a broader search to track down suspicious targets.

Possibly, a passerby caught a glimpse of him wearing a mask that night below the Silver Wing Building?

These thoughts flashed through his mind, as he slightly furrowed his brows, gazing intently at the checkpoint outside.

Turning back now was definitely not an option.

Illegally reversing in this choked-up road would be akin to plastering "I’m a problem" on his forehead.

It would not only invite immediate attacks but also drag innocent bystanders into it.

Fang Cheng’s gaze moved beyond the tops of multiple cars, landing on an armored personnel carrier painted green behind the roadblocks.

The windows of that vehicle were lined with one-way anti-peep film, but this posed no issue for Fang Cheng.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint tint of red streaked across the depths of his pupils.

His vision instantly zoomed in and magnified.

The thick metal chassis and bulletproof glass appeared almost transparent in his eyes.

The scene within the vehicle cabin became vividly visible.

"This is..."

A whisper escaped Fang Cheng’s lips.

Not only were there people inside, but a monster was also imprisoned?!

As he stared, his thoughts raced, quickly forming a plan.

His eyelids then gently closed, amplifying the perception of his five senses.

Invisible waves of Spirit rippled outward, penetrating through the congested traffic and crowd, directly probing into the armored vehicle’s interior.

The cacophony of honking horns, engine roars, and pedestrian chatter retreated like a tide.

All ambient noises nearby were completely filtered out, leaving only the subtle sounds emanating from inside the military vehicle.

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Inside the armored vehicle, the air conditioning was set to full blast, yet it couldn’t suppress a strong stench of blood and animal odor.