Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1115 - 547: [Part 2]

"Remember, if there’s any change, prioritize team safety and prepare for retreat."

"Understood."

The Professor and Xiao Ya nodded solemnly.

"As for you four..."

Fang Cheng turned to glance at Fatty Hu, Old Chen, Fei Ying, and Eagle Eye:

"Your current role is as backup called by the East City Association to rescue Chairman Shen. Head up directly in the elevator, clear the guards stationed here, and draw attention from the front."

Fang Cheng’s gaze burned as he looked at the four of them:

"Can you manage that?"

"As long as we’re not being sent to die, holding them off is no problem."

Fei Ying put on a baseball cap and shrugged casually, making a deliberate joke.

Fatty Hu twisted his neck, emitting a crisp crackling sound, and grinned:

"Relax, Chairman. As long as those bastards aren’t bringing a Gundam, I can lead the brothers in."

"I can keep a close eye on that foreign guy called Fire Dragon."

The usually quiet Eagle Eye suddenly spoke, his tone cold but confident.

At this moment, he was opening a guitar case to retrieve a dismantled heavy sniper rifle from inside.

"Chairman, I’m good too."

Old Chen seemed more cautious, nodding in response before asking another question:

"But regarding the hostages... if we cause too much commotion, what if they retaliate?"

"Don’t worry about that."

A gleam flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes:

"As for saving the hostages... I’ll go up from the back myself."

"Your task is to strike directly at the heart, with clean and swift actions. The more brazen your attitude, the better, to pull their attention to the front and make it easier for me to act."

"Remember, our primary mission is to rescue people, killing is secondary."

"Got it?"

"Got it."

Everyone responded in unison, voices low yet filled with menace.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, issuing the final instructions:

"You now have one minute to check your communications and weapons, and prepare for combat."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp clatter of equipment filled the alley.

Eagle Eye’s fingers moved like he was playing a piano, assembling the black heavy sniper rifle in seconds, pulling the bolt with practiced ease.

Fatty Hu pulled out a pair of custom brass knuckles from behind his waist, wearing them and clinking them together with a dull thud.

Fei Ying tucked a dagger into his sleeve, checking the slots for each throwing knife on his belt to ensure smooth extraction.

Old Chen took a final drag on his cigarette, then ground it out forcefully before retrieving a few smoke grenades from the car and slipping them into his jacket pocket.

The Professor and Xiao Ya donned their headsets, adjusting the signal strength.

The dark alley occasionally crackled with a faint electric current sound.

Though no gunfire had erupted, the air was already heavy with a chilling killing intent.

.........

A few minutes later.

Late-night Jinhai Road was still bustling with traffic, brightly lit.

Fang Cheng led six Illuminati members standing in the spacious plaza, looking up ahead.

In front of them stood a skyscraper over 300 meters tall—Silver Wing Building.

This commercial office building had a standard geometric cuboid structure, entirely clad in deep blue glass curtain walls.

The illuminated logo on the rooftop, faintly visible through the mist, emitted a cold white hue.

Meanwhile, on the huge screen covering hundreds of square meters on the nearby department store wall, an ad for a certain high-end perfume was playing on loop.

In the ad, an international supermodel blew a kiss to the camera, her enticing voice echoing in the plaza’s air:

"Violet, encounter your fatal attraction..."

Fang Cheng scanned his surroundings, a familiar melody playing in his ears, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Previously, when Ah Le and the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps were bickering on the phone, he took the opportunity to quietly focus and listen.

Though separated by an unstable radio signal, Fang Cheng relied on his extraordinary hearing to catch unusual background noises.

It was the sharp whistle produced when airflow passed rapidly over building edges, creating turbulence.

This clear, high-pitched sound couldn’t possibly occur on the ground where large objects obstruct it.

Only at altitudes above two to three hundred meters, with strong enough wind speed and unique architectural structures, would such an effect occur.

For example, the metal frame of the logo erected on the building’s top floor.

More importantly, Fang Cheng also picked up a highly distinctive melody from the background noise during the call.

The same melody as the perfume ad currently replaying on the department store wall near Silver Wing Building.

The wind noise, the ad sound, the office building with a helipad...

Considering earlier information, confirming that the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps had recently been active in the Jiangdong CBD New District.

Through layer-by-layer filtering, all clues ultimately converged perfectly, pinpointing their target’s lair with precision.

That is, the seemingly serene Silver Wing Building ahead, sparsely lit.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, his eyes turning sharply aggressive.

He adjusted the collar of his hooded sweatshirt, then raised his hand and signaled to the people behind him:

"Commence operation."

The Professor saw this and quickly retreated with Xiao Ya to the flower bed across from the building.

They pretended to be tourists admiring the night view, but their eyes remained vigilantly scanning the building and the entrances of the underground parking lot.

Fatty Hu, Fei Ying, Old Chen, and Eagle Eye shared a glance, then strode towards the revolving glass doors at the building’s front.

Just as they stepped onto the stairs, a sudden, brisk sound of footsteps reached them from behind.

The four instinctively turned to look back.

Only to see Fang Cheng not heading towards any entrance, but instead, sprinting directly towards the side of the building with its mirror-like glass façade.