Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1199 - 583: Skyscraper Tower, The World in the Apocalypse (2/2)

Chapter 1199: Chapter 583: Skyscraper Tower, The World in the Apocalypse (2/2)

Black sand grains swept across the ground by the raging wind, striking the rocky surface, creating an incessant rustling sound.

"The Lord is still cultivating at the top of the tower, right now is the critical period to break through that threshold."

The man in white kept his hands hidden in his sleeves, his face obscured by the swirling sandstorm, speaking in an indifferent tone:

"Even if the sky falls, he must not be disturbed."

The red-haired man furrowed his brows tightly, a hint of anxiety flashing across his chiseled face.

"I have urgent matters."

He stepped forward, and the hard rock beneath his feet instantly shattered into powder:

"The cleanup operation over in East Capital has gone awry, affecting our cooperation project with the military."

"This matter must be reported to the Lord immediately."

"Urgent matter?"

The man in white curled his lips into a mocking arc, his eyes casting a sidelong glance filled with undisguised contempt:

"In a hurry to seek forgiveness, perhaps?"

"Black Shark was once the sharpest tooth in the organization, yet in your hands, it has become second-rate over these years."

He spoke slowly, each word like a needle, piercing the other’s sore spot.

"This cleanup operation mobilized a massive amount of manpower and resources in the early stages, searching the world to locate the target, and finally handed over the final execution task to you."

"Yet, you did well, failing to eliminate even a mere S-Class body enhancer, allowing this guy to continue sabotaging our other plans in East Capital."

Although the man in white was in this apocalyptic wasteland, he seemed to know the external situation very well.

His gaze was ice-cold, mercilessly exposing the other’s shortcomings:

"Claude, you’ve utterly disgraced the face of the Ideal Land."

"Shut up!"

The scolded red-haired man, Claude, his eyes flaring with menace.

A wave of visible heat suddenly rose around him.

The surrounding air was instantly distorted and deformed by the high temperature, even the sand on the ground showed signs of melting.

The two men clearly bore deep-seated grievances, needing only a spark to ignite.

"That target... is not simple!"

Claude gritted his teeth, attempting to defend himself:

"He’s not just a simple body-enhanced mutant. He even has collusion with the Special Search Team."

The man in white sneered out loud:

"The dignified leader of Black Shark, known and feared worldwide as the ’Red Flame Demon King,’ Claude, actually fears those Special Search Team hounds who just bite at random? If this joke gets out, it might cause people to laugh their heads off."

"What do you know!"

Claude roared angrily:

"I’m worried that rashly starting a war and killing Special Search Team members would ruin the Lord’s years of layout planning in Xia Country!"

"Otherwise, I would have crossed the ocean long ago, gone to East Capital to twist that bastard’s head off and play ball with it. Do you really think I care about the Special Search Team?"

Seeing the man in white’s indifferent response, Claude slightly restrained his anger, then threw out a bombshell:

"Moreover, that suspected murderer White Owl’s target could very likely be our organization’s old member who defected seventeen years ago—Fang Shijie."

The man in white paused slightly upon hearing this.

He retrieved this name from the depths of his memory, furrowing his brows:

"Fang Shijie? He perished in that big fire during the siege seventeen years ago."

Then, his eyes lit up, scrutinizing Claude:

"What evidence do you have?"

Claude’s expression was stern, a trace of fierce resolve in his eyes as he spoke in a deep voice:

"This action, I sent two senior officials stationed in East Capital to execute the task, one of the targets of the hunt being Fang Shijie’s son left in East Capital."

"Upon finding Fang Shijie’s son’s residence, they discovered his association with the Special Search Team, and temporarily decided to extract information from him."

"However, unexpected circumstances arose later, during the contact with the target, one was unexpectedly attacked by a third party and unfortunately died in battle."

"But the lookout responsible for peripheral surveillance had already heard Fang Shijie’s son admit through listening devices that his father is still alive and has become an informant for the Special Search Team!"

As Claude spoke, he stepped forward.

His towering physique appeared like a metal fortress, bearing down with immense pressure on the man in white, those dark red eyes full of undeniable strength.

"Afterward, I investigated the specifics of Fang Shijie’s son. He has indeed recently had frequent contact with Special Search Team executives, with unclear relations."

"Perhaps, our plan targeting the Chen Family in Tian Nan Province was scrutinized by the Special Search Team due to his reason, resulting in deliberate sabotage."

"Thus, it can be fully concluded that the target the Lord instructed us to track, the murderer of Xuan Zhen, is not Fang Shijie’s son, but Fang Shijie himself who faked his death!"

"He’s been lying low for so many years, now suddenly appearing, willingly working for the Special Search Team, just to take revenge on us. Only then can all the doubts make sense!"

Claude’s lips twisted into a hauntingly cruel arc, his voice like clashing blades, exuding absolute confidence:

"He thought he played this elaborate ruse flawlessly, unaware that even hiding as a rat in the gutters, I’ve long seen through his cards."

"Just because someone casually threw out a bait, you greedily bit onto it?"

The man in white suddenly spoke coldly, interrupting his boastful fervor:

"Fang Shijie’s charred corpse was repeatedly confirmed by intelligence personnel back then, how could he rise from the dead?"

"Claude, wouldn’t it be that you’re deliberately concocting such a ridiculous excuse just to cover up your own incompetence?"

"You..."

Claude, stung by the other’s painfully blunt words, instantly became angry and lost his patience completely: