Chapter 560
You are a perverted demon, let's fall into hell together!
Chapter 560 You're a perverted demon, let's fall into hell together!
Jiangdong District, Jinhai Road.
Skyscrapers hundreds of meters high stand side by side, piercing the night sky.
On the giant LED screen, international supermodels hold up a new perfume and smile at passersby.
Bright neon lights and billboards intertwine and flash, painting the city in a dazzling array of colors.
Above this dazzling array of lights, a black armed helicopter trails thick smoke as it cuts through the bustling night sky.
It looked like a vulture whose head had been blasted apart by a shotgun, with its nose severely dented and its tail rotor stopped.
The massive aircraft lost control, violently shaking in the air, and with a chaotic flight path, it crashed headlong into the ground.
Inside the cabin, red warning lights flashed rapidly.
The special forces soldiers were thrown about by the centrifugal force.
Some people were even thrown out of their safety seats and rolled around against the bulkhead like gourds, screams echoing throughout the cabin.
In the midst of this dizzying chaos, only one figure remained unmoved.
Fang Cheng's feet seemed rooted to the spot, firmly planted on the sloping cabin floor.
He was naked, and his bulging, steel-like muscles radiated an astonishing heat.
Golden flames, tinged with wisps of white smoke, swirled around him.
The pale white demon mask, illuminated by the alarm lights, appeared even more ferocious and terrifying.
He stood there calmly, looking down at the group of elite soldiers below who were gripped by panic.
It was like a demon god who had just broken through the gates of hell and entered the human world.
A soldier who had been thrown to his feet struggled to his feet and happened to come face to face with Fang Cheng.
"A monster...a monster!!"
He backed away in terror, picked up the assault rifle hanging on his chest, and was about to pull the trigger.
Fang Cheng didn't even glance at it, but spread his fingers and reached out.
Just as the bullet was about to leave the barrel, a large, calloused hand covered the muzzle brake, blocking the muzzle.
boom!
With a muffled bang, the gunfire stopped abruptly.
The high-pressure propellant gases, unable to escape, exploded inside the gun barrel.
The fragile casing couldn't withstand the chamber pressure and shattered on the spot.
Countless tiny metal fragments splattered backward, blasting the soldier's gun-gripping hands into a bloody mess.
"Ahhh-"
The soldier screamed in agony, dropped his weapon, and rolled on the ground, clutching his bloodied hand.
Fang Cheng gripped the deformed gun barrel, squeezing it tightly with his fingertips like iron clamps.
Crunch!
With a sickeningly loud sound, he easily twisted the steel barrel into a pretzel shape.
Fang Cheng casually tossed the scrap metal aside and opened his palm.
Looking at the layer of gunpowder ash covering it, he gently blew on it.
The black ash drifted away, revealing perfectly intact skin without even a red mark.
The other two soldiers, witnessing this scene, were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, trembling all over, and even lost the courage to draw their guns.
Captain Hu, in the driver's seat, struggled to lift his head, his face covered in blood and dirt, looking utterly disheveled.
When he finally saw the mask on the other person's face, he froze, as if his heart had been struck by an electric current.
Information about an S-class wanted criminal with superhuman abilities instantly flooded into my mind.
A white demon mask... terrifying physical strength... extremely brutal methods of killing...
"White... White Owl?!"
Captain Hu's voice trembled as he forced out a question:
"You're the one who slaughtered over two hundred members of the Red Tiger Gang and single-handedly wiped out the Noah Organization's Eastern Capital branch... Bai Xiao?!"
Fang Cheng tilted his head, the ruby eye sockets on his mask gleaming with a cold light.
"Oh?"
"So my reputation has grown this much already?"
Upon receiving this almost affirmative answer, the fear in Captain Hu's eyes intensified.
He knew very well what the code name represented.
It is said to be a ruthless, vengeful killing machine, a complete psychopath.
"It's a misunderstanding! This really is a misunderstanding!"
Captain Hu swallowed hard and stammered:
"If it's Lord White Owl... we can find a place to sit down and negotiate. Our military greatly admires your strength."
"Whatever you want—money? Status? Or a pardon? I can get it applied for for you!"
"You only want to talk now? It's too late."
Fang Cheng's voice remained calm, revealing no emotion.
"It's not too late! It's not too late at all!"
Team Leader Hu was so anxious he was almost in tears, and quickly explained:
"We have no deep-seated hatred between us, just please let me go..."
Before he could finish speaking...
Fang Cheng flashed across the two-meter distance in an instant, his right hand gripping Hu's neck like an iron clamp.
"Cough cough... Let... let go..."
Captain Hu lifted his feet off the ground and frantically pounded on the arm, his face turning a deep purplish-red.
The opponent's speed and strength were simply too formidable.
Despite being a special forces captain who had been injected with enhancement drugs, he was completely powerless to resist and as fragile as a chick.
At this moment, he was completely devoid of his previous arrogance and haughtiness; his eyes were filled with the fear of facing death.
"Don't kill me... Only I can control this plane... Without me... everyone will die..."
Fang Cheng remained unmoved.
Just watching this special forces officer was like watching an insignificant insect struggling in the palm of your hand.
"You...you're a madman!!"
Feeling the increasing pressure on his throat, Captain Hu finally broke down, shouting hoarsely:
"If you fall from hundreds of meters... you won't survive! We'll all be turned into mincemeat!!"
"That's the issue I need to consider."
Fang Cheng said calmly, his fingers suddenly tightening.
Click.
The crisp sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the roar of the massive airflow.
At the same time, the helicopter completely lost its last bit of lift and began to spin and plummet.
"Warning! Warning! Too low! Pull up immediately!"
The cold, synthesized voice of the onboard computer, the piercing stall alarm, and the hissing sound of bursting hydraulic lines all blended together.
The immense centrifugal force flung everything inside the cabin outwards.
The remaining three soldiers, along with various pieces of equipment, bullet casings, and the mangled corpse of the Masked Man, flew around chaotically inside the cabin.
Fang Cheng, however, seemed rooted to the ground, his feet firmly planted on the cabin floor, holding Hu's corpse in one hand, his body as immovable as a mountain.
Even in such a desperate situation, his breathing remained frighteningly steady.
Through the shattered cockpit glass, the outside world appears to be upside down.
The glass curtain wall of the Silver Wing building flashed past, clearly reflecting the smoking fuselage.
Neon lights flashed, and the wind howled.
The hustle and bustle of the city seemed exceptionally distant at this moment.
The helicopter, carrying both the living and the dead, spiraled downwards as if it were about to plunge into the deepest part of hell.
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The landscaped plaza at the base of the Silver Wing Building.
The professor tilted his head back, his black-rimmed glasses reflecting the huge, rapidly falling black shadow.
Xiaoya, standing beside her, covered her mouth, her long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.
"That is……"
Xiaoya's voice was stuck in her throat.
"Go back!"
The professor reacted quickly, grabbing Xiaoya's arm and pulling her behind a concrete pillar in the distance to take cover.
Boom—
A deafening roar interrupted all the gasps of surprise.
The several-ton steel debris slammed into the fountain in the center of the square. A terrifying shockwave, carrying metal fragments and burning aviation kerosene, swept across dozens of meters in an instant.
The marble floor cracked, and the ornamental trees were snapped in half.
Several cars parked on the roadside had their alarms blaring, and some were even overturned by the blast wave.
Pedestrians on the street in the distance stopped in alarm and looked over.
Some people screamed and ran away, while many more raised their phones and excitedly filmed the mushroom cloud that rose into the sky.
Fortunately, it was late at night, and the plane crash did not harm any innocent civilians.
Flames soared into the sky, and waves of heat rolled in.
In the heart of the raging flames, strong enough to melt steel, came the sound of steady footsteps.
Da, da, da.
The flames seemed to have a mind of their own and automatically parted to the sides.
A tall figure slowly walked out, stepping on the red-hot steel fragments scattered on the ground.
He was completely naked except for a pair of red underwear.
Golden flames flowed across his strong, muscular physique.
It exudes a breathtaking sense of power, as if it were refined steel just forged in a furnace.
In some places, there was even burning oil on the surface.
But he didn't care at all, and with a casual wave of his hand, he extinguished the flame as if he were dusting off some dirt.
That extreme masculine beauty, combined with that pale and ferocious demon mask, created a chilling aesthetic of violence.
After taking a few steps, the golden flames that enveloped his entire body disappeared.
Against the backdrop of the burning helicopter wreckage behind him, one could clearly see that his skin was as smooth as ever.
Not only were there no burns, but not even a tiny scratch could be found.
"This...how is this possible?"
Xiaoya's almond-shaped eyes widened, her mind going completely blank.
How could someone fall from hundreds of meters in the air and be right in the center of an explosion without even getting a scratch?
The professor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.
He strode forward, his gaze lingering on the mask for a moment, and asked in a deep voice:
"President, is the mission over?"
Fang Cheng did not stop, his gaze sweeping over the growing crowd around him, his voice calm:
"Get ready, we're about to evacuate."
After saying that, he swayed and suddenly exerted force with his feet.
Like a nimble gecko, he instantly darted toward the smooth glass curtain wall of the Silver Wing Building.
Using both hands and feet, he gripped the metal frame of the curtain wall, and with each exertion of force, he shot upwards more than ten meters.
Under the horrified gazes of passersby, it disappeared into the darkness atop the building in a few leaps.
On the rooftop.
The three members of the Illuminati who were originally hiding in the doorway are now leaning over the railing at the edge of the rooftop, looking down.
They had seen the terrifying crash clearly.
"Be good..."
Fat Tiger swallowed hard, his eyes filled with awe as he looked at the firelight on the ground and the figure rapidly leaping upwards along the curtain wall.
"The chairman... he really managed to take down that thing?"
Hiei, standing next to him, also looked stunned, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.
Just minutes before, they had witnessed how Fang Cheng withstood the fierce firepower of the armed helicopter and how he jumped into the cabin like a god descending to earth to engage in close combat with the enemy.
That series of brilliant maneuvers completely exceeded their understanding of combat against superhumans.
"Looks like I've finally followed the right person..."
Old Chen muttered to himself, his hands gripping the railing trembling slightly.
My heart was filled with turbulent waves that were difficult to calm down for a long time.
As they were talking, the figure who had climbed the building with his bare hands soared into the air like a roc, successfully vaulted over the rooftop railing, and landed steadily in front of everyone.
"President!"
The three of them shuddered and immediately straightened their backs.
At this moment, the way they looked at Fang Cheng was no longer that of a strong person, but that of a god.
Fang Cheng removed his mask and glanced around:
Where's Hawkeye?
"He went to the security room downstairs."
Old Chen quickly stepped forward and reported:
"He said the building's surveillance footage must be erased tonight, and all the hard drives must be physically destroyed."
Fang Cheng nodded, secretly praising him.
This is the quality of a professional; they can think ahead without being told.
"Clean up the scene, we're preparing to leave."
Then, looking at the messy scene, he frowned slightly and said:
"The commotion was too loud just now, the police will be here soon."
"Also, Fat Tiger, go and release everyone who's locked in the cages, and take them with you."
"Yes!"
Old Chen, Fei Ying, and Fat Tiger didn't dare to slack off and immediately began the cleaning work.
But trouble ensued.
The ground was covered with bloodstains from the previous battle, some from members of the Illuminati, others from the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group and the Flying Crane Gang.
If the police collect their blood samples, their identities could be exposed.
Unable to find a mop, the two could only take off their coats and wipe the area in vain, resulting in pitifully low efficiency.
Fang Cheng retrieved his bag from behind the cooling tower base and, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but shake his head.
too slow.
His gaze swept across the area, landing on the large stainless steel water tanks standing around the rooftop, and an idea formed in his mind.
He then bent down and picked up several fist-sized pieces of concrete.
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
With continuous swinging of his arm, fragments shot out like cannonballs.
boom!boom!boom!boom!
With several loud metallic cracking sounds, the bottoms of the four massive water tanks were successively breached.
slam-la-
More than ten tons of clear water gushed out, instantly turning into a torrent that swept across the entire rooftop.
The rushing water washed over the ground, sweeping all the blood, bits of flesh, and gunpowder dust into the drainage ditch.
In just half a minute, the entire rooftop was washed clean, leaving only corpses and water stains on the ground.
Fei Ying and Lao Chen stopped what they were doing, looked at this scene, exchanged a glance, and both saw the word "admiration" written all over each other's eyes.
Simple, direct, and efficient.
At that moment, Fat Tiger dragged someone over from the corner and asked for instructions:
"President, what should we do with this thing?"
Fang Cheng looked down.
The man with the signature red hair was none other than Fire Dragon, a remaining member of the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group.
This guy is really unlucky.
Although he wasn't in the center of the indiscriminate barrage from the helicopter, he was still riddled with holes by flying shrapnel and debris.
He had at least three bloody holes in his body, bleeding profusely, and was on the verge of death.
Seeing Fang Cheng's icy gaze, the fire dragon trembled. His survival instincts kicked in, and in a final burst of energy, he reached out his bloodied hand and gripped Fang Cheng's ankle tightly.
"Help... help..."
He coughed up blood while pleading:
“I know the Masked Man’s bank password… I’ve been managing that money all along… it’s an overseas bearer account…”
"Just save me... all the money... is yours..."
Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow.
The wealth of an S-class expert like Masked Man is definitely not a small amount.
"Take him with you."
Fang Cheng turned to Old Chen and instructed him:
"We'll find a reliable shady clinic later. Whether he survives or not depends on his own fate."
"clear."
Without saying a word, Old Chen hoisted the fire dragon onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Woo-woo-woo
The mournful sound of police sirens could be faintly heard from the distant streets, growing ever closer.
Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed. He took one last look at the ravaged battlefield and waved his hand to give the order:
"withdraw!"
(End of this chapter)