Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

The clouds gathered like a restless beast slowly gathering over the city, changing various shapes.

The sunlight was often obscured; the sky brightened and darkened, unpredictable.

In the suburbs, inside an unremarkable house.

Behind a window on the third floor, the lens of a telescope flashed slightly, pointing in a nearby direction.

In the view, the white sign of Chenxi Home looked somewhat old, and the lettering had faded a little.

Inside the high courtyard walls, a bunch of innocent and carefree smiling faces could be seen clearly.

The children were either chasing playfully on the lawn or lining up to receive items.

Some casually dressed adults moved between them, obviously volunteers visiting orphans for the weekend.

The lens slightly moved and locked onto a figure.

It was an ordinary-looking man with slightly pale skin.

He was smilingly handing a beautifully wrapped gift to a little girl with pigtails.

After distributing the gifts, the man squatted down again, patiently playing with the children, his face brimming with smiles.

That kind of heartfelt patience and care didn't feel fake at all.

"It's hard to imagine this guy has the blood of hundreds on his hands, a demon in human skin..."

The man holding the telescope muttered to himself.

"Ha ha."

A sturdy man walked up to him and grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth:

"A-Jie, you've been in the Noah Organization for a few years now; haven't you seen enough psychos and monsters?"

A-Jie put down the telescope and rubbed his somewhat sore eyes.

"Brother Yong, to be honest, I've never seen someone who can kill like this, with methods so brutal."

He paused, some words ultimately left unsaid.

You know, the last special operations team sent by the Noah Organization was completely wiped out by him.

Even dismembered, each one discarded in wells like trash.

The sturdy man patted A-Jie on the shoulder and said:

"No need to be too tense; this operation's target is indeed very tricky, but the higher-ups also attach great importance to it, sending so many experts over, even Minister Luo is personally overseeing it."

"So, even if the sky falls, the taller ones will bear it first; it's not up to us little guys to worry."

Saying that, he glanced out of the window a few times.

The clouds in the sky gathered more and more, almost covering half the sky.

"This damn weather, it was sunny in the morning; at night, it'll probably pour again."

He slightly shook his head, seemingly a bit helpless about potential bad weather before the action.

"Brother Yong, rain is actually quite nice."

As soon as his words fell, someone in the room interjected unexpectedly.

"It's just right to help us take action, making it easier to hide our tracks from the police."

A lean man sat on the floor, methodically assembling a specially-shaped sniper rifle in his hands.

The room serving as their temporary base was simply furnished, with an air of mustiness from long disuse.

Besides the three of them, three other members stayed silent, scattered around the room.

They all wore inconspicuous tight casual wear, but the bulges at their waists, and glimpses of metallic gleam at their wrists or ankles, indicated their fully armed state.

Handguns, tactical daggers, custom ammo, these deadly tools lay quietly in wait for the moment to drink blood.

The burly man called "Brother Yong," known as He Yong, was the leader of this action team in the room.

In the air, a trace of indistinct tension and killing intent quietly gathered.

Knock, knock, knock.

An abrupt knocking sound came.

Almost at the same moment, the expressions on Brother Yong and A-Jie's faces suddenly tightened, their eyes turning wary and sharp.

The remaining four in the room, busy or at rest moments ago, instantly froze their movements.

Their bodies slightly tensed, exchanging glances and silently conveying information.

One of them quickly stood up, walking lightly to the door without making any sound.

He didn't open the door immediately but first leaned to the peephole, carefully observing outside.

In just a few seconds, a look of surprise appeared on his face, then he turned to He Yong, using only lip movements to silently report:

"It's Xu Hao on Ma Biao's side."

He Yong's brow slightly raised, then he nodded at him, signaling to open the door.

Cre-eak—

The old wooden door slowly opened a crack.

Outside, Xu Hao's smiling face appeared.

In each hand, he carried two heavy large plastic bags filled to the brim with lunchboxes.

"It's been hard on you guys; you haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

Xu Hao's tone brimmed with enthusiasm, as if coming to visit hardworking colleagues.

He Yong forced a smile on his face and greeted him.

"Brother Hao, what brings you here?"

Xu Hao strode into the room, placing the plastic bags on a dilapidated wooden table with a "thud."

"I came to bring you lunch."

"You guys are in charge of the monitoring task on the front line, using your minds and bodies, bearing the sun and wind, that's really tough."

"Though this food is simple, at least it can fill your stomach, right?"

Vague suspicion flashed in He Yong's eyes:

"But Brother Hao, according to the rules, our supply here..."

Xu Hao waved his hand, interrupting him with an unquestionable tone:

"What rules, my foot! We're all brothers; why act so distant?"

"Don't you trust me, Xu Hao?"

"I'm with Brother Ma's team responsible for outer support, which also counts as logistics personnel."