Chapter 181 Entering the Tiger's Den
"Qin Zheng." Su Wantang's voice broke the silence.
"exist."
She turned around, her peach blossom eyes devoid of any warmth. The gauze wrapped around her hand was soaked with blood, a glaring, savage red against her pale skin.
“Red Star Chemical Plant,” she pointed to the screen. “Qian Weiguo is right there.”
She didn't need to explain further. Qin Zheng understood.
“I want you to go in person.” Su Wantang’s gaze locked onto him. “I only have one request.”
"Please speak, young lady."
“The scabies-headed guy must be brought out alive.” She paused.
"As for the others... keep one or two who are still breathing for questioning."
The rest are essentially sentenced to death.
Su Wantang handed him a folded small map, a diagram of a chemical plant's pipelines that she didn't know where she got it from.
"This is a pipeline diagram of the chemical plant, an old diagram from thirty years ago, but the main sewage pipe has not changed."
She looked at him, and in that instant, her unwavering trust was revealed.
"Command is entirely yours. Utilize whatever personnel or equipment you need. I only care about results."
This absolute and unquestionable trust ignited every drop of blood in Qin Zheng's body.
He was once a soldier, the king of soldiers. He once swore to protect his country. Now, he has a new oath, a new duty to protect.
"Yes!" Qin Zheng's voice was like a low growl, filled with suppressed killing intent. "I guarantee the mission will be completed!"
He took the map, turned around, and walked out of the warehouse without saying a word.
The moon hangs in the sky, a cold gap in the inky black canvas.
The Hongxing Chemical Plant is located in the suburbs of Beijing. The air is filled with the smell of chemicals and decay, which is nauseating.
A shadow emerged from the darkness of the outer wall.
It's Qin Zheng.
He was dressed in a black tracksuit, his face smeared with paint and mud, blending perfectly into the night.
He didn't use the main entrance; only a fool would do that.
His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness, scanning the base of the wall. He moved like a cat, his footsteps landing silently on the gravel. He found it. A cement slab half-hidden by wildly growing weeds.
Main sewage outlet.
With his bare hands, he lifted the heavy cover, revealing a dark, foul-smelling hole.
Without the slightest hesitation, he slid in.
The stench from the pipes was almost unbearable; it was the putrid smell of a mixture of industrial wastewater and stagnant water. The mud underfoot was ankle-deep, sticky and thick.
Qin Zheng hunched over, navigating the city's filthy interior. The map Su Wantang had given him was etched into his mind. He turned left at the third fork, then right at the landslide site.
He moved with a chilling sense of purpose, all his senses heightened to the highest level.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he saw a sliver of light filtering through the iron fence above his head.
He arrived. Right below the main workshop.
He pushed open the fence, and the rust made a slight creaking sound as it rubbed together, but this sound was completely drowned out by the hum of the factory's old machines.
He rolled out and landed in a dark corner filled with discarded oil drums.
The factory was brighter than he had expected.
Three men in black uniforms patrolled, their footsteps echoing in the open space. Five other men stood guard at different locations. A sentry every three steps, a sentry every five. Very professional.
Unfortunately, they ran into him.
Qin Zheng pulled a military dagger from his boot. The blade was black and did not reflect light. A killing tool.
He waited.
A patrolling guard walked past his hiding place.
Qin Zheng made a move.
He moved like a ghost. One hand swiftly covered the other's mouth, while the dagger in the other hand sliced across the throat. Clean and swift.
The man's body went limp. Qin Zheng then gently leaned him against the oil drum, making him appear to be dozing off.
There wasn't a drop of blood on the ground.
He re-entered the shadows.
The other two guards were huddled together next to a large reactor, smoking and chatting.
"Damn it, this place smells awful. When can we finish this job and leave?"
"Stop complaining. Mr. Qian said that if we can get that kid to talk, we'll all get a big reward."
Their conversation ended there.
Qin Zheng appeared between the two like a ghost.
His hands moved like deadly afterimages. A precise chop to the neck struck a man, who collapsed without uttering a sound.
The other guard's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to shout.
The dagger pierced his back.
Qin Zheng supported him until the light in his eyes completely disappeared, then gently placed him next to his companion.
He moved through the factory like the Grim Reaper. Quietly. Efficiently. Unstoppable.
Each strike was a perfect demonstration of deadly force, with the cold precision of a surgeon. The remaining sentries fell one after another, dying without ever knowing how they died.
In less than five minutes, there wasn't a single person left standing on the entire factory floor.
Qin Zheng stood in the center of the workshop, his breathing steady and his expression unchanged. He glanced around, his gaze finally settling on an inconspicuous iron door in the corner.
basement.
As he approached, he heard a muffled sound coming from behind the door.
A man's roar, and a weak but defiant curse.
"...Are you fucking going to tell me or not?!"
"Pah! I... I just don't know! Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"
It's a bald head; the voice is weak, but the bones are still strong.
Qin Zheng's gaze grew even colder.
He pressed his ear against the cold iron door.
"Fine! Fine! You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" It was Qian Weiguo's exasperated voice.
"I'd like to see if your bones are harder than my medicine! Go! Bring him the truth serum! Give him an injection! Let's see if he talks!"
injection.
The last line of defense of human will is about to be breached by chemicals.
There's no time left.
Qin Zheng took a step back. He took a deep breath and his right leg shot out suddenly.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the iron door flew inward!
Everyone inside the door was stunned.
However, Qin Zheng did not give them any time to react.
The moment he kicked the door open, his body shot in like an arrow!
"puff!"
"puff!"
Two flashes of silver light appeared.
The two guards closest to the door didn't even get a clear look at the newcomer. They only felt a chill in their throats before collapsing, clutching their bleeding necks, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"Enemy attack! Fire!"
Qian Weiguo was the first to react, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly drew the pistol from his waist and fired wildly at Qin Zheng.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The gunshots echoed painfully in the cramped basement.
Qin Zheng's body twisted and turned at bizarre angles several times in a row, dodging all the bullets!
He lunged forward!
Fast! Extremely fast!
Qian Weiguo felt a blur before his eyes, and a sharp gust of wind rushed towards him.
He tried to pull the trigger again, but found his wrist numb as it was gripped tightly by a large, cold hand.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound of bone cracking.
Qin Zheng delivered a precise chop to his wrist!
The gun slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
"Ah—!" Qian Weiguo let out a scream.
However, this is just the beginning.
Qin Zheng's eyes remained expressionless as he raised his foot and kicked him hard in the chest.
"Bang!"
Qian Weiguo was sent flying backward like a tattered sack, crashing hard into a cement wall seven or eight meters away with a dull thud. He then slid softly to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and immediately lost consciousness.
One move!
With just one move, he crippled Eagle's Nest's second-in-command in Beijing!
The entire basement fell into a deathly silence.
The remaining guards, seeing Qin Zheng who looked like a god of death, were so frightened that their legs went weak and they couldn't even muster the courage to fire their guns.
Qin Zheng didn't even glance at them, and walked straight to the bald-headed man who was tied to the rack.
At this moment, the man with scabies was covered in blood and wounds, and was on the verge of death.
Upon seeing Qin Zheng, a glimmer of light appeared in his cloudy eyes, and his lips trembled as he stammered, "Qin... Brother Qin..."
Qin Zheng remained expressionless, brandishing his dagger and slicing the ropes binding him with a few quick, swift movements.
He hoisted the nearly unconscious man with scabies onto his shoulder.
At this moment, the guards who had heard the commotion outside rushed over, their dark gun barrels blocking the entire entrance.
"Put the person down! Or we'll shoot!" a man who appeared to be the leader shouted, his voice trembling with fear.
Qin Zheng, carrying the bald-headed man, slowly turned around.
He swept his emotionless eyes over the group of terrified guards at the door, a cold, extremely contemptuous smile playing on his lips.
"A bunch of useless trash."
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