Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1434 - 692:

Bean was now closely following Fang Cheng, her eyes under the hood sparkling like black gems.

Her small hand clutched at Fang Cheng’s coat corner, her expression slightly timid, appearing somewhat uncomfortable due to the dark surrounding environment.

Fang Cheng sensed the force on his coat’s corner, slowed half a step, and placed his broad palm on Bean’s little head, gently stroking down her long hair twice.

Feeling the warmth from above, Bean looked up at Fang Cheng, her previously tight-lipped mouth relaxing slightly.

Twenty minutes later, the path reached its end, ahead was a rising dirt slope.

Fang Cheng made a gesture, the four of them swiftly squatted down, using the weeds on the slope for cover, and slowly poked their heads out.

As far as the eye could see, there were a few scattered buildings, standing quietly in the night.

"Chairman, look, that’s Peace Farm!"

Li Fei raised his arm, pointing to the southwest direction, about five hundred meters away.

In the darkness, three cottages formed a semicircle, with a two-story main building standing erect in the middle.

The windows on the second floor were tightly shut, only a dim light emanated from the first floor.

The entire farm was eerily quiet, with no sound of any rural dogs barking.

"That’s the main building, Ghost Fox has been staying inside it for the past few days."

Li Fei pointed to the central two-story building, his lowered voice barely suppressing his resentment:

"There might be other assassins hidden in the surrounding cottages. Yesterday, Ahjie and I were surrounded in the wheat field, those people rushed out from the houses."

"Especially need to watch out for three Gold Medal Killers, each leading other Silver and Copper Medal Killers, forming crossfire combat units, once we step into this field, there is no cover, we’re all sitting ducks."

Given the situation on-site, Li Fei tried his best to tell everything he knew about the enemy.

Fang Cheng stood behind the dirt slope, squinting slightly as his gaze swept over every shadow and corner around the farm.

Since the Black Shark Organization dared to use Li Jie as bait, there must be an extremely dense setup of Hidden Guards around the main building.

Before taking action, preparations must be thorough to ensure nothing goes wrong.

In his thoughts, Fang Cheng’s gaze moved up along the main building, landing on a solitary small hill about a few hundred meters behind the farm.

The hilltop was pitch black, not a hint of light.

But in his sharp intuition, it faintly exuded a lurking coldness like that of a venomous snake.

"There should be a sniper on the hilltop."

Fang Cheng spoke lightly.

"Yes, that man’s code name is Wasp, a madman blinded in one eye."

Li Fei was slightly startled upon hearing this, seemingly surprised that the Chairman had discovered

Then, his expression turned slightly ugly, speaking in a low voice:

"This guy uses a custom heavy anti-materiel rifle, claimed to be hundred shots hundred hits, extremely dangerous."

"Yesterday while escaping, my shoulder was grazed by his bullet shot from a kilometer away, slicing off a large chunk of flesh."

Fatty Hu squatted in the mud, rubbing his thick hands together, asking in a muffled voice:

"Chairman, what should we do now? The setup clearly shows they’re waiting for us to rush in and die. How about I go directly to smash the door, create a big noise to attract their attention, and you go around to rescue people?"

"No need to rush for now."

Fang Cheng shook his head, withdrew his gaze:

"This operation focuses on rescuing. Li Jie now has his limbs broken, unable to move, being used as bait. If the opponent senses something off, they might kill him at any moment."

"Therefore, we must first determine his specific location and state, ensure his safety, then have a good game with them."

After speaking, Fang Cheng turned around, half-squatting on the ground, looking straight at Bean who was huddled beside him.

"Bean."

Fang Cheng’s voice unusually gentle."

"We rely on you now. Help brother check the situation in that building, and see which room Li Jie brother is being held in."

Bean nodded obediently upon hearing this.

She took a deep breath, retreated from the small dirt slope, and sat cross-legged in the withered weed bush.

Then, the little girl slowly closed her eyes, her small hands flat on her knees.

Soon, a very peculiar frequency began to emanate from her slender throat.

It wasn’t a human language, nor any known beast’s growl in the world.

But an extremely deep, strangely resonant "buzzing" sound.

Under the cover of the windy weather, this sound seeped into the surrounding soil and deep within the grass.

"Squeak squeak."

The first to respond was the little white mouse hidden in Bean’s sleeve.

It swiftly jumped out, landing on Bean’s palm, rubbing its whiskers with its tiny claws while its little head shook rhythmically to the low-frequency sound.

Moments later, the little white mouse climbed up Bean’s arm to her shoulder, emitting a series of urgent, sharp little chirps.

The sound seemed to carry a command, transmitting far into the darkness.

In just a few minutes, strange movements suddenly emerged from the silent wasteland surrounding them.

"Rustle..."

The sound of grass blades rubbing violently emanated from all directions.

In Fatty Hu’s and Li Fei’s astonished gazes, fat, glossy-coated field mice emerged from the mud holes, depths of the grass, and even crevices in the ridge.

One, two, ten...

In just a brief one or two minutes, no less than fifty wild mice had densely gathered on the clearing below the small dirt slope.

These creatures usually timid as mice, now were as docile as trained soldiers.

They were arranged neatly in the grass, their round eyes reflecting green light in the darkness, without any fighting or chaos.

The little white mouse stood on Bean’s shoulder, upright on its hind limbs, letting out a shrill scream.

Like a commander reviewing the troops, the ground mice swarmed into motion.

They didn’t rush forward blindly but spread into four directions, gradually dispersing.

Their small bodies nearly hugged the ground, adeptly using the shadow of the ridges and the crops for cover, silently approaching the distant farm and cottages.

"Phew—"

Bean opened her eyes, exhaled a long breath.

Due to simultaneous communication, she was quite mentally exhausted, with several tiny beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

She spoke in a very soft voice:

"Big brother Chairman, they’ve already gone inside... will know which room Li Jie brother is in later."

"..."

Fatty Hu’s eyes almost popped out beside him, unable to resist praising:

"Bean, this isn’t superpower, it’s like having a reconnaissance company! Whoever plays hide and seek with you in the future, even their underpants hiding spot will be found out."

Li Fei sat beside, even more dumbfounded.

As a professional assassin raised by the Black Shark Organization, he knew too well the terror of such scouting ability.

In modern warfare or underground assassinations, the hardest often is the last few meters of defensive line to cross.

And Bean’s ability to manipulate animals can directly penetrate the enemy’s heart, obtaining vital intelligence without detection.

It’s simply a hundred times more useful than any high-tech micro drone.

Reconsidering, Li Fei slyly glanced at Fang Cheng, his perception of the mysterious Illuminati refreshed once again.

This seemingly inconspicuous sanctuary actually hidden with talents fierce as dragons.

Being praised by Fatty Hu, Bean felt somewhat shy, habitually shrunk her head down, trying to hide inside the oversized hoodie.

A warm big hand suddenly reached over, gently holding her slightly chilly little hand.

Fang Cheng pulled her up, dusting off the dried grass stuck to her trouser legs, smiling gently:

"Bean, you did extremely well, when we return, Jiang Yun sister will cook you braised pork."

Bean looked up, meeting Fang Cheng’s encouraging gaze, her tense body completely relaxing.

Though the farm ahead was occupied by Black Shark Organization’s most threatening assassins, with the air even faintly smelling of impending bloodshed.

But holding this broad and solid big hand, the little girl felt unprecedented peace and security.

At that moment, the little white mouse on Bean’s shoulder suddenly twitched its whiskers violently, letting out two short sharp squeaks.

Bean’s eyes sharpened, immediately tugging Fang Cheng’s coat corner, reporting softly:

"Big brother Chairman, there’s news..."