CHAPTER 216: CHAPTER 106 LOCKED, STRIKE!_3

North Third Ring Road.

The winter streets are desolate, with only occasional large vehicles and scattered pedestrians passing by.

"Press once every second."

The apprentice keeps his hands in his pockets, counting a second, pressing once.

And at this moment, to say he isn’t scared, that’s just bullshit.

He’s very anxious now, even thinking the railway bureau isn’t so bad, occasionally chasing away vendors seems quite sentimental.

"What the hell am I thinking?"

Thinking this, he hurriedly dismisses the idea, knowing the more he thinks like this, the more frightened he becomes.

If he shows any sign of fear on his face, letting the rats realize he’s just ’bait.’

The plan would be ruined.

If the rats escape to another city, it could result in more deaths.

"Don’t panic... don’t panic..."

He takes a deep breath, calming himself a bit, blending in like an eager pedestrian returning home, though his hand presses once every second.

At this moment, two men walk from the opposite direction.

Seeing the apprentice, the older man among them says, "Brother Wei? Why are you here?"

These two men were chatting with him on the platform a year ago; they’re his brother and his junior.

On the journey, as martial arts enthusiasts, they met this young train police officer.

"What are you two doing here?" The apprentice sees the familiar faces and feels anxious, realizing he’s now ’in a crowd.’

"There was a martial arts exchange gathering here a few days ago," his brother says, oblivious to the apprentice’s plan, talking casually:

"And it’s held here every year, so my junior and I moved here."

"The exchange gathering was interesting," the junior adds, "but I feel they’re far inferior to your Train Chief!"

"Stop talking." The apprentice, hearing them babble, wants them to shut up, maintaining the comm frequency pressing his communicator.

At this moment.

About fifty paces away, three burly men with slightly small faces are strolling towards the apprentice and his group.

Under the dim streetlights.

"Hahaha..." Their footsteps quicken, as if competing playfully or purposely approaching.

The apprentice hears an odd laughter, noticing them in the distance.

All three have small faces, identical to the photos of non-humans.

’Non-humans?’ His eyelids twitch furiously, unsure whether to report them.

For fear of making a mistake, alerting the prey, and letting the real rats escape.

More victims and suffering families could result.

’Wait for a bit longer...’ He resolves, not breaking the comm link, looking at the two brothers beside him, "I’m going over there to meet a friend, I’ll contact you in a few days."

With that, he casually walks towards the three small-faced men, secretly cursing himself:

’I’ve always been scared, so scared, but now, how can I be so audacious? Am I being an idiot?’

He wonders, feeling he’s mentally ill, pondering what others would do in this situation?

Before thinking much further, his vision blurs, and a small face appears in front of him.

Meanwhile, the other two rats appear in front of the two brothers.

In that moment, the apprentice is scared stiff and fails to press the communicator.

At this very moment, as the three rats prepare to kill and drag away three prey.

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots are heard from afar.

The rats before the brothers freeze with their hands mid-air, bullets piercing through their heads, exploding on the other side with flesh and blood.

"What was that sound?" The rat before the apprentice is spared execution since its body was behind the apprentice.

But while it hesitates,

The three men’s thoughts also freeze.

Whoosh—

A blurred figure flashes below the distant streetlight.

Zhang Feng strides over thirty meters in one step, covering a distance of over one hundred and eighty meters in five steps, his clothes flapping in the wind, appearing beside the apprentice.

With a swipe, he pushes the apprentice several meters away.

Holding a gun in one hand, Zhang Feng looks at the only remaining rat, "Speak, where are your kind?"

Whoosh—

The rat remains silent, and in the surprised gaze of the three, its tail flicks from its clothes, jumping up, tail and legs pushing together, leaping onto the rooftop of a three-meter high store.

With another leap, it covers seven to eight meters, landing on the rooftop of another store ahead.

Yet, simultaneously, under the even more astonished gaze of the three, Zhang Feng pursues it in one step, placing a hand on the rat’s shoulder, easily pinning the creature to the rooftop.

"Speak, where are your kind?"

Snap—

As he interrogates, Zhang Feng crushes its thigh bone with a foot.

"Squeak..." The rat emits a horrible shriek, painfully sharp, but soon says, "Flowers... Sector Six... Number 12..."

"Okay." Seeing it provide information, Zhang Feng drags it to the ground, turning to the speechless trio, "I’m going to clear a base, inform the rest, tonight’s mission is over."

With that, Zhang Feng carries the rat weighing over a hundred pounds effortlessly and vanishes from their sight, a step covering over thirty meters.

This time, they clearly witnessed Zhang Feng’s body technique, all left with excitement, awe, and admiration.

"He’s Train Chief Zhang! I saw him! Brother! I saw him!"

"The train chief..." His brother is equally excited, feeling the exchange gathering he valued so much is just a joke.

The apprentice, full of admiration, quickly remembered the task given by the chief, then began notifying fellow colleagues in the team.

...

Two hours later.

The desolate flower market.

Inside room 12.

Zhang Feng looks at the five rats with broken limbs lying in the room, then glances at a painting on the wall.

The painting depicts a cave, with various plants.

Another drawing shows a large stone and a mechanical platform.

Unlike the survival setup in the cave, now destroyed by him.

This place seems unchanged and appears more detailed?

Those chain mechanisms aren’t as crude?

Overall, it seems more refined?

He looks at the terrified rats,

"Tell me, where is this place?"

"Da Ling Mountain..." A rat replies weakly, not daring to hide anything.

At this moment, the hum of automobile engines is heard from afar.

Multiple detectives and military personnel arrive one after another.

Zhang Feng points to the painting upon seeing them, "Let’s go, Da Ling Mountain."