Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1435 - 693

Late at night, Peace Farm.

The surroundings are pitch black, with only a few windows revealing dim, yellow light.

The fierce wind rustles the treetops, sounding like ghosts whispering.

Inside the living room, an old-fashioned pendulum clock hangs on the wall.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The hands gradually move towards midnight.

Old Badger stands by the window.

He turns sideways and uses the index finger of his calloused right hand to lift a corner of the curtain, peering outside.

The wind is strong, making the wooden window frame shake continuously, emitting an anxiety-inducing clattering sound.

After watching for a while, he releases his finger, and the heavy nylon curtain falls back down.

Old Badger turns around to look at the man sitting in the middle of the worn sofa:

"Boss, do you think... that Illuminati leader really dares to come for the meeting?"

Ghost Fox sits in the main seat, holding a white porcelain teacup in his hand.

He lowers his head and blows away the floating leaves on the water surface, slowly sipping a mouthful.

The warm tea goes down his throat, and on his pale neck, a few thin blood vessels can be faintly seen squirming under the skin.

"If he doesn’t come, after tonight’s midnight, we’ll kill everyone here."

Ghost Fox sets down the teacup, the base colliding with the tabletop, making a dull, light sound:

"Then we’ll withdraw from East Capital overnight, temporarily avoiding the spotlight. As for the matter of that list, I’ll personally report to the higher-ups, ensuring it won’t implicate my brothers."

He pauses at this point, his narrow eyes slightly squinting, a cold gleam flashing across his pupils:

"But if he does come, it proves that he indeed thinks highly of himself, believing he can counter our Black Shark Organization with his own strength; we must proceed with caution."

Hearing this, Old Badger nods in agreement:

"To become a leader of an organization in East Capital, I estimate that guy should be at S-Class level, which means he’s at the same tier as you, Boss."

"Afraid of him, my foot!"

Blood Jackal, sitting at the other end of the sofa, pats his tattoo-covered bald head, grinning viciously:

"Boss, don’t worry. We’ve got so many brothers lurking outside, all elites who’ve crawled out from piles of corpses, dealing with a newly established local organization is a piece of cake."

Ghost Fox raises his eyes to glance at Blood Jackal, sternly admonishing:

"Remember the assassin’s creed, never let your guard down, no matter the time, don’t underestimate the enemy!"

His words rebuke, but in his heart, he agrees with this view.

As the person in charge of Black Shark’s training base in Xia Country, the resources he’s deployed this time are indeed substantial.

Besides the two Silver Medal Killers stationed in the living room, in the three bungalows arranged in a triangular formation outside, each has a Gold Medal Killer personally leading the team in ambush.

Each of them is an adept killer who excels at close combat and darkness assaults, their strength firmly at the A Level Peak.

As long as the target steps within a radius of two hundred meters of the farm, the personnel from the three outer houses will immediately move into action, forming a pincers attack.

At that time, whether it’s a simultaneous firearm volley or a joint superpower strike, it’s enough to dismantle a heavy armored vehicle into pieces within half a minute.

Even if the opponent miraculously breaks through the outer defenses, at the rear, atop the mountain’s water tower, lies the sniper "Wasp."

Though Wasp is nominally a Silver Medal Killer, his achievements in remote assassinations far exceed those of many Gold Medal Killers.

He once relied on a rifle alone in the jungle to kill an entire special forces team from a South American country over three days.

And his clothes weren’t even torn, he remained completely unscathed.

The specially modified heavy weapon in Wasp’s hands can easily tear through the bulletproof steel plates of armored vehicles.

As long as he hits the target, the body’s bound to have a gaping bloody hole.

Even an S-Class strongman can’t escape the fate of death.

You could say, surrounding this Peace Farm, Ghost Fox has laid an inescapable net.

Even if that person has extraordinary skills to break into this main building, there’s still Ghost Fox, an S-Class caretaker, sitting in command here. Ghost Fox snorts lightly, resting his left hand casually on his knee.

In the unseen darkness, thousands of mutated poisonous insects nurtured with vital blood are scattered in the soil and wall crevices within a hundred-meter radius.

These insects not only serve as sensitive alarms but will also crawl over the enemy’s body from their shoe soles in the first moments of battle.

Then they will bore into the body through the ear canal and nostrils, gnawing and devouring the target’s viscera thoroughly.

Contemplating this, the cold light in Ghost Fox’s eyes intensifies.

In truth, to him, cleaning up Li Jie and his traitorous comrades, recovering the list is merely a nuisance that needs quick resolution.

What truly makes him feel invisible pressure is another grand scheme planned by the organization recently in Xia Country.

Above Ghost Fox and his team, aside from the perpetually elusive Black Shark Leader, at the same time within East City, there resides an even more terrifying figure.

The organization’s higher-ups attach great importance to their arrangement in Xia Country.

This team was originally instructed to lie in wait at the base, ready to assist the actions of that great figure at any time.

To cover up his scandal of losing the list, Ghost Fox has independently mobilized over ten elite members to set up this ambush.

If at this critical juncture, due to the commotion caused by a few defectors, they alert the Special Search Team, thereby ruining the organization’s long-planned major move.

Then the punishment he’d face would be a hundred times more miserable than Ten Thousand Gu Heart Erosion.

"Tonight’s hunt can only succeed, not a single misstep allowed."

Ghost Fox withdraws his glance, turns his head to the two confidants, his voice suddenly turning cold:

"Inform the men below to keep their skin tight. With the strong wind outside, any anomaly must be immediately reported."