Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

At a crucial traffic junction, beside a temporarily erected checkpoint, there were two patrol cars with flashing police lights and a plain black sedan without obvious police markings.

Over a dozen armed officers were stationed there, their expressions tense as they vigilantly watched the surroundings.

Two young officers were huddled in a corner sheltered from the rain, whispering to each other.

"Wow, this is some big operation tonight, haven't seen something of this scale in years!"

"I heard they're capturing some vicious terrorist organization that specializes in child trafficking, absolutely heinous!"

"Scum like that should be immediately executed once caught!"

A middle-aged man who seemed to be the commanding officer got out of the black sedan, holding an umbrella.

Upon hearing their conversation, he immediately put on a stern expression and chastised them in a low voice:

"Stop gossiping here, stay alert and keep your eyes peeled. Don't let any suspicious individuals or vehicles slip by!"

Most of the Special Search Team fighters were off chasing scattered members of the Noah Organization, severely lacking manpower.

Thus, they had to temporarily spare these regular officers to assist in sealing off the scene and maintaining order.

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

The beams from the headlights were somewhat blurred in the rain.

The officers at the checkpoint immediately became alert, gripping the firearms in their hands tightly.

One officer stepped forward, motioning for the truck to stop for inspection.

"What are you doing? Hauling cargo at this hour?"

The truck driver rolled down the window, revealing a face that appeared quite ordinary, somewhat bedraggled from the rain.

"Officer, transporting fresh pork to the neighboring city, the market needs it urgently tomorrow."

He cooperatively handed over his driver's license and registration to the officer questioning him.

The commanding officer also stepped over, scrutinizing the refrigerated truck that seemed somewhat out of place in the rainy night.

He glanced at the driver, noticing the man's normal demeanor, not appearing to be any suspicious person.

Nonetheless, adhering to his duties, he spoke sternly:

"Open the compartment, we need to conduct a routine inspection."

The driver seemed slightly troubled at the request but nodded nevertheless.

"Oh, alright, alright..."

Responding as he unfastened his seatbelt, his actions appeared normal.

However, just as he prepared to turn sideways and push open the door, he slightly lowered his head, his eyes suddenly widening, perfectly meeting the gaze of the commanding officer.

In that brief moment of eye contact, the driver's originally murky pupils suddenly emitted a chillingly dark and entrancing light.

The officer was preparing to urge him on, but the words caught in his throat, his eyes slightly dazed, as if momentarily lost.

A second later, he waved his hand, his tone softening, and changed his mind:

"Forget it, you seem to be driving long distances, it's hard enough in this rain."

"Hurry along and stay safe."

The driver immediately displayed a simple smile, thanking repeatedly:

"Ah, thank you for your understanding, officer!"

With that, he re-started the engine and slowly drove away from the checkpoint.

As the truck gradually moved away with a deep rumbling sound, the smile on the driver's face also gradually faded, and his gaze turned cold and sharp.

He was wearing a dust-stained, seemingly ordinary work outfit, but if one were to observe closely, they would notice faint dark bloodstains on the trouser legs.

More chillingly, inside the right leg of his work pants, there was a dagger with a blade shimmering coldly.

Simultaneously, the rear refrigerated compartment of the truck appeared more abnormal and crowded.

The walls of the compartment were smeared with dark red bloodstains, with a few pieces of pork beginning to spoil haphazardly hanging, emitting a strong stench.

In the corner, several rugged wolf dogs crowded together, their large eyes glinting fiercely in the dim light, with thick drool dripping from their mouths.

Seemingly agitated from being confined for too long, they occasionally let out low growls.

The mingling stench of blood, decaying meat, and canine odor filled the air with a nauseating foul scent.

Besides the fierce wolf dogs, there were also a dozen disheveled individuals in black clothes crammed inside.

They were He Yong, Jack, and others, members of the Noah Organization who had successfully escaped from the orphanage direction.

Covering their noses, they bore the pungent smell in the compartment and spoke in hushed tones.

"Damn it, really unlucky! The operation actually got leaked, nearly got us trapped here."

A man with freshly added scratches on his face spat on the ground.

"It's more than just bad luck."

The others also chimed in, with curses resounding one after another.

"I heard Minister Luo and Station Chief Feng were so furious that even Captain Zhuo Feng, who is highly regarded, got reprimanded."

"This operation was a significant loss. When we get back, everyone will definitely face the consequences."

"If it were just the mission failing and the target escaping, although embarrassing, it would still be acceptable."

"The key issue is that it attracted those mad dogs from the Special Search Team. It's obvious someone wanted to use them to attack us and weaken the power of the East Capital Branch."

A voice sighed and said unwillingly:

"Sigh, once we head back, I wonder how many more will be implicated in this misfortune..."

In the midst of their discussion, someone couldn't help but whisper:

"Will our captain be implicated? After all, he was responsible for the intelligence search for this operation."

"Shh, keep it down!"

Before the words even finished, an older team member quickly gestured to hush them.

"No worries, the captain is driving up front. He can't hear us."

The questioning team member was slightly puzzled.

"The captain can't hear, but these beasts can."

The reminding team member spoke while glancing with lingering fear at the snarling dogs, who were growling low in their throats.

And, tossed aside in the corner, was a companion's corpse, bloodied and clearly just recently deceased.

On hearing this, everyone shuddered, instantly thinking of some terrifying outcomes, and simultaneously fell silent.

In the carriage, only the heavy breathing of the dogs and the dull sound of raindrops hitting the roof remained.

The refrigerated truck splashed through puddles, bumping along in the rain, gradually disappearing into the depths of the rainy night.

After a while.

A lone figure slowly emerged from the hazy mist ahead of the checkpoint, as if peeled from the curtain of the rainy night.

Crack—

Lightning split the night sky, and the brief illumination revealed his black raincoat soaked by the rain.

Rainwater dripped from the brim of his hat, forming an intermittent curtain of water that obscured most of his face.

Only showing a pair of eyes that, when struck by lightning's flash, reflected a frightening cold light.

His steps were unhurried, making soft "plop" sounds as he walked on the waterlogged pavement.

In this silent rainy night, they were as clear as if striking directly upon one's heart.

The stationed police immediately raised their guns alertly, the muzzle glinting with a metallic coldness in the rain, shouting loudly:

"Who goes there? Stop, do not move!"

The newcomer halted, ignoring the gun pointing at him.

He calmly raised his hand, taking a dark blue ID from his inner pocket, and opened it slowly towards the checkpoint's dim yellow spotlight.

The leading officer quickly approached. When he saw the special emblem formed by the crossed golden shield and dagger on the ID, along with the words "Special Affairs Investigation Team" below.

His expression changed drastically, immediately retracting all vigilance, replaced with innate respect and nervousness.

The other officers, seeing their leader's change of expression, also lowered their guns and put away their wariness.

"Officer, is there anything we can assist you with?"

The officer swallowed and asked respectfully.

Fang Cheng nodded, his tone calm yet possessing an undeniable authority:

"I am tracking the criminals causing chaos. The situation is urgent, and I need to requisition one of your vehicles immediately."

He pointed to a black ordinary sedan parked nearby.

Upon hearing this, the officer didn't hesitate, immediately straightening up and saluting:

"Yes, sir, please go ahead!"

Then, he quickly stepped forward, personally opening the driver's door for Fang Cheng, his demeanor extremely humble.

"Thank you for your hard work. Continue guarding your posts, and don't let any criminals escape."

Without further courtesy, Fang Cheng left those words and quickly seated himself in the driver's seat, starting the car.

"Yes, sir, safe journey!"

In the gaze full of reverence from all the saluting policemen, the black sedan roared lowly.

Then it shot into the vast rainy night like an arrow from a bow, soon disappearing without a trace.