Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1140 - 556: Showdown Between Flesh and Killing Machine (Part 2)
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
Observing the armed helicopter with utter composure, treating it like nothing more than a bigger insect, or maybe assessing it coolly.
Is this hunk of junk metal tough enough to take a punch at full power from me?
As he pondered that, a sudden voice echoed in Fang Cheng’s earpiece positioned behind his ear:
"Chairman, I’ve spotted a helicopter flying toward the rooftop of the Silver Wing Building; it looks like the military’s Dark Blade Special Forces..."
The voice carried a deep maturity and steadiness; it belonged to the Professor keeping watch from below, who promptly warned:
"Those ones coated in black are for the military’s secret missions; they strike without mercy and could be loaded with nerve-suppressing bullets aimed at mutants, so stay on guard."
Though the Professor remained at the building’s base, gazing upward at the aerial display.
Yet, as an S-Class Spiritual Ability User, his detection abilities were incredibly sharp.
From hundreds of meters distant, he could distinctly make out the features of that lethal device.
"Understood, we’re getting ready to pull out."
Fang Cheng responded with poise.
Once he finished, he severed the link, swiveled his head toward the Masked Guest sprawled on the floor, and furrowed his brow a bit.
As if debating whether to bundle him up and bring him or just leave him to face the consequences head-on.
Zzzzzz——
Right then, the harsh buzz of electric currents blared once more.
This round, the man’s tone held a hint of irritation:
"Last warning!"
"Bloodthorn, I, the mission leader here, command you to right now report the background of everyone present and clarify this mess with all the bodies scattered around."
"Without a decent response in five seconds, we’ll deem the operation a bust and start the cleanup protocol at once!"
"Five..."
"Four..."
The counting down rang like a funeral bell tolling in every heart there.
Fire Dragon witnessed it and stamped his foot in frustration, which set off the bullet wound in his leg.
The pain twisted his face, bunching his features in agony.
Are these troops insane?
Can’t they tell I’m a captive right now?
If they start shooting for real, those stray bullets will definitely hit me, the blameless guy.
The Masked Guest remained flat on the ground, parting his lips.
But he realized he had no clue how to justify this absurd mess.
Claim they got captured by some outsiders?
The military would just level everything without question, opting to wipe out and include him in the sweep.
Claim it was infighting within the group?
Then he couldn’t account for where these leftover Illuminati folks came from.
Right as he struggled in confusion and helplessness.
Fang Cheng approached the decapitated body of Black Mamba, stooped to yank off the communicator.
Then he tossed it lightly into the Masked Guest’s lap, tilting his chin to indicate:
"Inform them the deal’s off."
"Tell them to return to their origin and act like tonight never occurred."
Fang Cheng’s words came out blunt, but his face stayed serene, like he was simply telling a server to refill a glass.
The Masked Guest clutched the communicator slick with blood, utterly stunned.
How could he possibly utter those words?
A sudden halt to the arranged exchange would invite the military’s scrutiny and demands for accountability.
That was an elite squad handling supply deals, backed by armored choppers—not something you brush off casually.
Gazing into Fang Cheng’s eyes, calm to the point of fright, the Masked Guest’s heart quivered, leaving him frozen.
This quiet menace chilled him more than any outright warning.
Whether the troops buy it or not, better to calm this deadly presence first.
Another half-second of delay, and he’d end up smeared like the rest.
He clenched his jaw, hit the comm button, his voice quaking faintly, laced with near-desperation.
"Captain Hu... it’s me, the Masked Man."
"Uh... tonight’s events took a weird turn, there was a... minor mishap."
"Could we postpone the deal? You and the team should pull back for now. Another time, I’ll come to the base myself to make amends."
From the comm’s other side came a brief two-second hush.
Within the helicopter’s control area.
A middle-aged officer sporting a close-cropped haircut and piercing, ruthless eyes occupied the leader’s chair.
Clad in a crisp black tactical outfit, his chest lacked insignia, but bore a skull badge.
He was the Captain Hu that the Masked Guest addressed.
Hearing the ridiculous spiel through his earpiece, a icy grin twisted his mouth.
Then, peering through the armored window of the cabin, he scanned the shapes on the rooftop far below.
His stare bypassed the cowering Masked Guest, locking onto the youth positioned in the middle.
The face was unknown, yet it left a potent mark.
With instincts sharpened over years amid corpses, he detected the fatal vibe radiating from that individual.
Like a savage creature disguised as a human.
"Cancel?"
Captain Hu’s voice boomed from the speaker, dripping with obnoxious, overbearing authority:
"Masked Man, has lurking in the irradiated zones fried your mind?"
"You figure a military assignment is yours to pause and resume whenever, as if we’re your private escorts?"
"And..."
The searchlight’s ray abruptly swept over, bathing Fang Cheng and his group in a harsh, blinding glow.
"Who the hell are these unknown faces? They don’t match your Bloodthorn crew. Did they cause the bodies down there?"
"Wrecking a classified military effort, swiping vital strategic supplies, and possibly killing federal agents—each counts as a major offense..."
Captain Hu’s tone spiked upward, infused with ruthless killing intent:
"Under these accusations, whether it’s you or this ignorant lot, ten lives wouldn’t cover the executions!"
"Fuck!"
At those words, the Masked Guest and Fire Dragon’s thoughts thundered with a herd of furious beasts.
Damn! Is this Captain Hu sightless or stupid?
Didn’t he spot Big Bear reduced to mush on the floor? Didn’t he see Black Mamba’s neck broken?
This harbinger of doom is a peerless fighter who slays S-Class ability users with his fists alone.
How dare you bluster at him from a distance? If you’re suicidal, don’t pull us into your grave!
"Captain Hu, it’s all a mix-up! Pure misunderstanding!"
The Masked Guest scrambled up from the ground, yelling toward the chopper, desperate to fix things:
"These folks... they’re my allies, we’re all together, let’s discuss this calmly..."
"Shut your mouth!"
Captain Hu cut him off harshly:
"Masked Man, you think I’m some kid? I now suspect you of teaming up with foreigners to dupe the military—tack on another crime!"
The tension atop the rooftop escalated to a razor’s edge.
At that instant, Fang Cheng let out a sudden laugh.
The sound wasn’t booming, but it clashed sharply against the whir of the guns.
"I was going to offer you an escape route, mind our own business."
Fang Cheng shook his head, muttering:
"But if you push me to act, then no other option..."
With those words, the tranquil presence around him exploded outward.
Resembling a blazing forge, the nearby air grew fiercely heated.
The Masked Guest sensed his chest clamped by an invisible fist.
The crushing pressure hit back, drenching him in instant cold sweat.
It’s done for, all ruined.
"Hold on! Don’t move! We can get along peacefully; every dispute can be settled by talking!"
He yelled urgently, his pitch rising in panic.
Aboard the helicopter.
Captain Hu disconnected the outer channel.
He zeroed in on the figure poised to strike, his gaze sharpening.
A person able to terrify an S-Class like the Masked Guest to this degree, and even dispatch Big Bear, had to possess real strength.
Probably after the army’s test initiative, or maybe coveting the cultivation items from the old ruins.
This unpredictable threat needed to be crushed before it grew.
Or else, future troubles might trace back to him.
Thus, he couldn’t allow survival!
In that moment, Captain Hu signaled with a hand motion, and issued the hushed directive:
"Everyone, get set; power up the guns and missiles, blanket the whole roof, target the guy in the dark hoodie mainly."
"Captain Hu."
His deputy nearby appeared unsure:
"Our team’s down there, plus the supplies we must recover..."
"Our team?"
Captain Hu scoffed, his look brimming with disdain:
"They’re mere disposable scouts; who counts them as ours."
"Those irradiated freaks are easy swaps; the army lockup overflows with such scum."
"But those supplies..."
The deputy tried to continue.
Then, Captain Hu’s eyes narrowed abruptly.
Through the reinforced pane, he plainly observed the group behind that man starting to shift.
Their forms shot like bolts to the roof access door.
Captain Hu’s eyes widened in shock.
These vermin are attempting to flee!
"Fire!"
He thrust his arm out suddenly, giving the order to wipe them out.