In the dim light at the entrance to the warehouse passage, Jiang Feng's tall figure stood ramrod straight.

Although the sharp, high-frequency vibrations inside the mechanical joint of his left leg had subsided, the lingering pain and icy numbness clung to him like maggots, constantly reminding him that the attack just now was by no means accidental!

He refused the soldiers' help, pressing his right hand firmly against his still slightly trembling knee joint, his bloodshot eyes like poisoned blades, fixed on the depths of the warehouse where Lao Qian had disappeared.

"Seal off all entrances and exits of the warehouse! Not even a fly is allowed to get out without my order!"

Jiang Feng's voice was hoarse and dry, yet it carried a chilling intensity that seemed to freeze blood as he gave orders to the security team behind him.

"You two, come inside with me! The rest of you, guard the outside! Stay alert! The target is extremely dangerous and may be armed!"

"yes!"

The soldiers scattered instantly, their movements swift and silent, like a pack of wolves before a hunt.

The heavy warehouse door was slowly pushed open, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound, revealing an even darker space behind it, filled with the smell of dust and engine oil.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the excruciating pain and discomfort in his legs, and stepped into the warehouse.

His mechanical legs made a soft but regular "click" sound on the rough cement ground, and each step was exceptionally steady.

Sharp eyes, like searchlights, scanned every shadowy corner of the mountains of shelves, oil drums, and wooden crates.

The warehouse was dimly lit, with only a few dim incandescent bulbs weakly illuminating the cramped passageway.

Old Qian, his back hunched, was slowly arranging oil-stained work gloves in front of a shelf, humming a tuneless little tune, seemingly oblivious to the danger approaching behind him.

"Qian Weiguo!" Jiang Feng's voice boomed in the empty warehouse, carrying an undeniable pressure.

Old Qian's body seemed to pause very slightly, then he slowly turned around, his face still bearing that honest, taciturn expression, tinged with a hint of fear:

"Huh? Captain Jiang... Captain Jiang? You... you wanted to see me?"

He rubbed his hands together, bent over even lower, and his cloudy eyes were filled with confusion and tension.

"Routine inspection."

Jiang Feng walked up to him, his tall figure casting a heavy shadow that completely enveloped Lao Qian.

His sharp gaze swept over Lao Qian's greasy work clothes, his greasy fingernails, and his slightly trembling hands.

"Was there any unusual noise in the warehouse just now? Or...did you hear any strange sounds?"

"Abnormal? There's nothing wrong?"

Old Qian shook his head blankly, his sincere gaze sending a chill down Jiang Feng's spine.

"I've been tidying up gloves here when I heard something... a bit noisy outside? Is something happening in the workshop again?"

He tried to change the subject.

Jiang Feng ignored his performance.

His gaze, like the most precise detector, instantly caught a tiny, barely noticeable oily fingerprint on the chest of Lao Qian's work clothes, near the inner pocket!

The shape and location of the fingerprints matched perfectly with the marks he remembered left next to a pile of discarded blueprints!

What's on you?

Jiang Feng suddenly pointed at the oily fingerprint mark, his voice rising abruptly, carrying a thunderous sense of oppression!

Old Qian trembled violently!

A fleeting, barely concealed look of horror flashed across his cloudy eyes!

He instinctively reached out to cover his chest, but stopped abruptly halfway up, forcing himself to remain calm: "Oh... this... I got it while moving oil drums... it's dirty work, you know, it's unavoidable..."

He chuckled dryly and tried to wipe it with his hand, but his movements were incredibly stiff.

Jiang Feng stopped wasting words!

He stepped forward and his right hand, like an iron clamp, swiftly grabbed Lao Qian's wrist!

At the same time, he shouted sharply: "Control him!"

The soldiers beside them pounced on them like wolves and tigers!

In that split second!

Old Qian's hunched body suddenly burst forth with agility and strength completely inconsistent with his age and appearance!

His wrist was as slippery as an eel, and he broke free from Jiang Feng's iron clamp in an instant at an extremely tricky angle!

At the same time, his body jerked backward, crashing into the shelf behind him!

Splash!

Wrenches, screws, and scrap parts piled up on the shelves poured down like a torrential rain!

It instantly blocked the warrior's attack route!

In the chaos, Old Qian crouched down like a ghost, trying to squeeze into the depths of the warehouse through the narrow gap under the shelves!

"Trying to run?!"

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Feng's eyes! The mechanical joint of his left leg emitted a low hum, ignoring the lingering pain, and unleashed a terrifying burst of thrust!

He moved like a cannonball, leaving a blur as he instantly leaped over the scattered parts and precisely kicked the bottom of the shelf!

Clang!

The heavy shelf shook violently from the kick!

Old Qian got stuck halfway through the drill!

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Feng's iron fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed hard into Lao Qian's back!

Old Qian felt a deadly gust of wind behind him and knew he couldn't avoid it. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes!

He suddenly twisted his body, no longer pretending!

His cloudy eyes instantly turned as cold and sharp as a venomous snake!

With his calloused right hand, his five fingers pressed together like a knife, he stabbed Jiang Feng's throat with a sharp whistling sound as he backhanded him!

The movements were fast, precise, and ruthless! A truly lethal move!

"Watch out!" the soldier cried out!

Jiang Feng's pupils contracted slightly!

The opponent's fighting skills far exceeded expectations!

He twisted his waist and sideways, narrowly avoiding the deadly hand chop, while simultaneously bending his left elbow like an iron shield to block Old Qian's next vicious knee strike!

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