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Chapter 319 The Prey, The Hunting Night Begins
Fang Cheng stepped out of the darkness and went to the window.

The raindrops pounded against the glass, blurring the view outside the window, but they couldn't block his sharp gaze.

Inside and outside the compound walls, gunshots, shouts of killing, and sirens mingled into a chaotic symphony.

Everything was proceeding smoothly, just like a pre-rehearsed script.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept around, watching with satisfaction the well-planned show he had orchestrated.

This scene not only lured the Noah organization into their trap but also successfully distracted Cheng Jiashu and revealed his true intentions.

More importantly, Cheng Jiashu was not allowed to directly appear and engage in battle with the Noah Organization.

This is to avoid exposing his true nature and to maintain his image as a psychopathic killer.

In doing so, he paved the way for his next move.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng loosened his fingers and glanced at the miniature voice changer he held in his palm.

This unassuming little gadget was made by Bai Ling, the master of disguise in the professor's team.

After learning from his uncle that Bai Ling had returned to Dongdu, Fang Cheng paid her a visit at noon today, after being introduced to her.

Using Bai Ling's incredible disguise skills, she successfully transformed herself into the appearance of the special investigation team officer, based on the photo on Zhou Liang's ID.

After his encounter with the special search team, Fang Cheng deliberately kept this ID card in case of emergency, so that he could use it to conceal his identity and facilitate his actions.

Tonight, this little chess piece finally came in handy, successfully deceiving the highly vigilant Cheng Jiashu.

This fearsome smiling devil probably doesn't even realize it yet.

The "Zhou Liang" who had been dealing with him for so long was actually an "old friend" with whom he had previously engaged in charlatanry and conversations in chat rooms.

As his thoughts raced, Fang Cheng suddenly had a sudden idea.

It was as if an invisible thread was pulling at my consciousness, allowing me to catch a familiar ripple in the noisy rainy night.

My mind was instantly stirred like ripples on the surface of water.

That was a spiritual resonance phenomenon caused by Xu Hao repeatedly calling his own name.

Fang Cheng's thoughts shifted slightly, and he immediately focused his mind, sinking into his memory palace.

His consciousness pierced through the heavy rain and quickly established a mental link with Xu Hao.

Simultaneously, the chaotic street scene on Xu Hao's side appeared in his field of vision, along with a van speeding through the rain.

"Boss, where are you?"

"I saw a lot of police officers surrounding us. Ma Biao and I received orders from above to start our withdrawal."

Xu Hao's anxious voice came through the mental link.

"I am at home."

Fang Cheng spoke calmly, then asked:
"How's the task I assigned you going?"

Xu Hao replied immediately:

"Don't worry, boss. I've found out the identities and addresses of the two level 7 cadres, but their specific abilities are still not fully certain."

"That's roughly it. One of them was skilled at using hunting dogs to track targets..."

Fang Cheng listened carefully to Xu Hao's report, while quickly extracting key information from his memory.

Two slightly blurry yet distinctive faces came to mind.

"very good."

Fang Cheng offered a word of praise, and then gave his final instructions:

"Take care of yourself. Stay in the bar until the middle of the night and don't go anywhere else. Wait for my message."

In just half a minute, the two sides had completed the necessary intelligence exchange.

Fang Cheng snapped out of his daze, his gaze inadvertently landing at the end of the corridor not far away.

A familiar figure appeared there.

The young girl in the wheelchair was looking at him quietly with bright, clear eyes.

Her eyes showed no fear or panic that an ordinary person would have in the face of such chaos; instead, they held a calmness that was beyond her years.

Fang Cheng was slightly surprised, but did not delve into it.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from the corridor.

Several orphanage staff members and some of the bolder children cautiously peeked out of the room to check what was happening outside.

Fang Cheng immediately composed himself, readjusted his facial expression, and regained the seriousness and authority befitting a "Special Investigation Team officer."

He cleared his throat and addressed the crowd in a calm tone:

"Gentlemen, a criminal organization is planning a terrorist attack against innocent civilians in this area."

"After receiving relevant intelligence, our police have implemented a complete lockdown and encirclement of this area."

"Currently, most of the criminals have been successfully apprehended or driven away, and the situation is under control."

"Please stay quietly in a safe room, lock the doors and windows, do not make any noise, and do not wander around."

"The external issues will be resolved completely very soon."

"Yes, yes, thank you, sir, we understand!"

An older staff member nodded in response, a look of relief on his face.

She turned to the frightened children, gently comforting them and maintaining order.

Upon seeing this, Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

After giving his instructions, he quickly turned around and left the Dawn House, soon disappearing into the rain outside.

According to the intelligence from Xu Hao, all the "prey" outside the orphanage have already left.

And tonight, Fang Cheng's hunt is only just beginning!

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The night was deep, and the downpour continued.

As the chaos gradually subsided, the special search team began its clearing operation.

A tense atmosphere of heavy security pervades the streets of Guanlan District.

Apart from the occasional police car whizzing by, there were hardly any other vehicles or pedestrians in sight.

Conspicuous yellow warning lines have been put up in several blocks within a few kilometers of the Morning Light Home orphanage.

Many police officers wearing dark-colored raincoats are setting up temporary checkpoints at various intersections in the rain, checking passing vehicles, maintaining order at the scene, and helping to clean up the traces left by the fight.

At a key traffic intersection, next to a makeshift checkpoint, were two police vans with flashing lights and an ordinary black sedan without any obvious police markings.

A dozen heavily armed police officers were stationed here with a high degree of tension, vigilantly watching the surrounding movements.

Two young policemen huddled in a corner to avoid the rain, talking in hushed tones.

"Wow, this is quite a big operation tonight! I haven't seen such a large-scale operation in years!"

"I heard it's to arrest some vicious terrorist organization that apparently specializes in trafficking children; they're utterly depraved!"

"These kinds of scum should be shot immediately if caught!"

A middle-aged man who looked like the police officer in charge stepped out of the black sedan, holding an umbrella.

Hearing their conversation, he immediately straightened his face and reprimanded them in a stern voice:

"Stop gossiping here! Everyone, stay alert and keep a close watch. Don't let any suspicious people or vehicles slip by!"

Most of the special search team's combat personnel were currently engaged in pursuing the Noah Organization members who had scattered and fled, leaving them severely understaffed.

Therefore, these ordinary police officers could only be temporarily transferred to assist in sealing off the scene and maintaining order.

Just then, through the rain, a white refrigerated truck slowly drove up.

The two beams of light reflected from the car headlights appeared somewhat blurry in the rain.

The police officers at the checkpoint immediately became alert and gripped their weapons tightly.

A policeman stepped forward and waved for the truck to stop for inspection. "What are you doing? Transporting goods so late?"

The truck driver rolled down the window, revealing a rather ordinary-looking face, looking somewhat disheveled from being soaked in the rain.

"Sir, transport fresh pork to the neighboring city. The market needs it urgently tomorrow."

He cooperated by showing his driver's license and vehicle registration to the police officer who approached to question him.

The officer in charge also came over, frowning as he examined the refrigerated truck that looked somewhat out of place in the rainy night.

He then glanced at the driver and saw that the man's expression was normal and he didn't seem like a suspicious person.

But out of a sense of duty, he still said in a deep voice:

"Open the carriage; we need to conduct a routine inspection."

Upon hearing this, the driver looked slightly embarrassed, but still nodded.

"Okay, okay..."

He responded while reaching for his seatbelt, a seemingly ordinary action.

However, just as he turned to open the car door, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes suddenly widening, and met the gaze of the police officer.

In that brief moment of eye contact, two extremely dark, yet captivating lights suddenly flashed deep within the driver's previously cloudy pupils.

The officer, who was about to urge him further, suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes glazing over for a moment, as if he were lost in thought.

The next second, he waved his hand, his tone softened, and he changed his words:

"Never mind, I see you drive long distances too, it's not easy for you in this heavy rain."

"Hurry up and go, be careful."

The driver immediately broke into a good-natured smile and thanked him repeatedly.
"Oh, thank you for your understanding, sir!"

After saying that, he restarted the engine and slowly drove away from the checkpoint.

As the truck roared away into the distance, the driver's smile faded, and his gaze turned cold and sharp.

He was wearing a set of seemingly ordinary work clothes stained with mud and water, but upon closer inspection, one could see a few dark bloodstains on his trouser legs.

Even more alarming was the fact that a dagger with a gleaming blade was strapped to the inside of his work pants on his right calf.

Meanwhile, the refrigerated compartment at the back of the truck appeared even more unusual and crowded.

The walls of the carriage were stained with dark red blood, and a few pieces of pork that had begun to spoil hung haphazardly, emitting a strong, foul odor.

In the corner, several mottled, burly wolfhounds huddled together, their copper-bell-like eyes gleaming fiercely in the dim light, and thick saliva dripping from their mouths.

Seemingly because they had been in a confined space for a long time, they appeared somewhat restless, occasionally emitting low, hoarse sounds.

The stench of blood, rotting meat, and dogs mingled together, filling the air with a nauseating stench.

Besides these ferocious wolfhounds, a dozen or so disheveled men in black were also squeezed in.

These were He Yong, A Jie, and other Noah organization members who successfully escaped from the orphanage.

They covered their noses, enduring the pungent stench in the carriage, and talked in hushed tones.

"Damn it, what bad luck! The operation was leaked, and I almost got killed here."

A man with fresh scratches on his face spat.

"It's more than just bad luck."

Others chimed in, and curses rose and fell.

"I heard that Minister Luo and Station Chief Feng were so angry that even Captain Zhuo Feng, who was highly regarded by the station, was reprimanded."

"This operation has resulted in heavy losses, and none of us will have a good time when we get back."

"If it's just a mission failure and the target escapes, it's shameful, but it's still somewhat understandable."

"The key issue is that it attracted those mad dogs from the Special Investigation Team. It's obvious that someone wants to use us as a tool to kill someone else, and is deliberately trying to undermine the power of our Dongdu branch."

Ah Jie sighed at this moment, and said unwillingly:

"Sigh, I wonder how many brothers will get into trouble because of this trip back home..."

Amid the discussion, someone couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Will our captain be implicated? After all, he was in charge of the intelligence gathering for this operation."

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

Before he could finish speaking, He Yong, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up and quickly made a shushing gesture.

The team member who asked the question seemed a little confused and casually replied:

"It's okay, the captain is driving up ahead, he can't hear you."

"The captain may not be able to hear, but these beasts can."

As He Yong spoke, he glanced with lingering fear at the vicious dogs that were baring their teeth and growling.

And there was the blood-soaked corpse of a companion, clearly recently deceased, carelessly discarded in a corner.

Upon hearing this, everyone shuddered, instantly imagining some terrible consequences, and immediately fell silent.

Inside the carriage, only the dog's heavy panting and the dull sound of raindrops hitting the carriage ceiling could be heard.

The refrigerated truck rolled over the puddles on the road, bumping along in the rain, and gradually disappeared into the vast darkness of the rainy night.

Another moment passed.

A solitary figure, as if emerging from the curtain of a rainy night, slowly appeared from the misty vapor in front of the sentry post.

click-

Lightning ripped through the night sky, its brief flash illuminating his black raincoat, soaked through by the rain.

Rain dripped down the brim of his hat, forming a continuous curtain of water that obscured most of his face.

Only a pair of eyes were visible, reflecting a terrifyingly cold light when lightning flashed.

His steps were unhurried, making soft "plop" sounds as he stepped on the puddle.

In the stillness of this rainy night, the sound was so clear it was as if it were striking one's heart directly.

The police officer on duty immediately raised his gun, the muzzle gleaming coldly in the rain, and shouted:

"Who goes there? Stop right there!"

The person stopped and ignored the gun pointed at him.

He simply raised his hand calmly, took out a dark blue ID from his inner pocket, and slowly opened it under the dim yellow searchlight of the checkpoint.

The officer leading the team strode forward, and when he saw the special badge on the badge, which featured a cross between a gold shield and a blade, and the words "Special Affairs Investigation Team" below it, he realized...

His expression changed abruptly, and he instantly dropped all vigilance, replaced by a deep-seated awe and tension.

Seeing their leader's expression change drastically, the other officers also lowered their guns and lowered their guard.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

The officer swallowed hard and asked respectfully.

Fang Cheng nodded, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:
“I’m tracking down criminals who are causing chaos. It’s urgent, and I need to requisition one of your vehicles.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the ordinary black sedan parked next to him.

Upon hearing this, the officer did not hesitate at all; he immediately straightened up and saluted.
"Yes, sir, please use it!"

He then stepped forward and personally opened the driver's side door for Fang Cheng, displaying extreme humility.

"You've worked hard. Keep up the good work and don't let any suspicious criminals escape."

Without any further pleasantries, Fang Cheng uttered those words and quickly got into the driver's seat and started the car.

"Yes, sir! Take care!"

Amidst the raised hands of the police officers, their eyes filled with awe, the black sedan emitted a deep roar.

It then shot into the vast rainy night like an arrow released from a bow, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

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