solarly

It was a dark night with not a single star in the sky, I don't know if it was because of the overcast sky or the overly polluted air. However, such a night is more conducive to action for some people.

Outside the factory yard wall of the abandoned chemical plant, a dark figure was stalking quickly, clinging to the foot of the fence. Every time he went a little way forward, he would suddenly stop and immediately become motionless, completely blending into the darkness, as if he was originally part of the wall, not even half visible.

Especially the huge contrast between that one movement and one stillness, if anyone saw it, I'm afraid it would produce a feeling of vertigo, thus showing what level of strength this black shadow had reached!

Although Wendell did not know if the other side would come for this operation, and if they came, what kind of action they would take. But Wendell still took out a hundred thousand percent caution, as long as there was an action, his mind, subconsciously remembered that one of the secret agent code, trying to make the most perfect action, strive to the fastest, the safest plan, to achieve the maximum effect!

Having been trained by those perverted instructors in the Super Agent Training System for an unknown number of times, these consciousnesses had long since been integrated into Wendell's body and had become an instinct for him.

Although this somewhat affected his speed, a moment later, Wendell knew that it was because of this instinctive action of his that allowed him to avoid the danger of exposure.

Wendell had started from a corner of the abandoned chemical factory's courtyard wall and sneaked towards the back, but when he had just turned the corner and was about to flip over the courtyard wall at the back and enter the chemical factory, his eyes suddenly flinched.

"There's someone!"

Wendell suddenly stopped in his tracks and stuck close to the fence, a cold light flashing in his eyes. Just past the corner, less than 20 metres in front of him, two faint bright spots were flickering brightly and darkly, and they wavered a little from time to time. Because the light of these two bright spots was too faint, if not for his excellent eyesight, Wendell could hardly notice them.

Following the mighty wind blowing through the air, Wendell instantly understood. These two bright spots were obviously someone smoking a cigarette. Then it was obvious that there must be two people there, only that it was too dark to see clearly.

Wendell immediately activated the bio-current in his body and ran it to his eyes, and he instantly found that just a short distance ahead, there were two people crouching by the wall, leaning against it and smoking, and looking up from time to time to look around.

These were two young men, both about thirty years of age or younger.

1 of them looked up and looked around again, and seemed to complain with some dissatisfaction: "MD, I don't know who that guy is, but our boss does whatever he wants, and he has sent us to guard this Sh_tty place, and there are obviously people watching from the roof above, so what's the use of us being here? I don't believe it, could someone have dug a tunnel to get here?"

"Cut the crap, the boss told us to keep quiet so as not to alert anyone coming!" Another whispered, "I heard that this time they are dealing with, an expert, that's why they are making such a big fuss."

"Sh_t!"

The first man cursed discontentedly, "What kind of bullSh_t expert, what era is it now, and still an expert! Even if it's an expert, can it be more powerful than a machete? Can it be faster than a bullet? The guys in our hands aren't just for dinner!"

"Come on, who made us the lowest of the low?" Another man said, "The boss has said that after this time, everyone will get 50, 000.

"Then why should we be the ones to guard the back wall? Look at Lacia Buarn Peema and the others, they are in charge of guarding the main entrance, a few of them are in the guard booth at the entrance, at least they have a place to sit, and if they get it right, they can even have a drink. Unlike us, squatting here in a wretched mess, and getting bitten by mosquitoes!"

The first man was full of grievances and couldn't help but grunt, "If it wasn't for the money, I wouldn't have come here!"

As the two men talked, their voices gradually lowered, and in the end, they just smoked, no longer making a sound.

But unbeknownst to them, Wendell, who was standing against the wall less than 20 meters away from them, was aghast in his heart.

There was really an ambush here!

Wendell coldly snorted in his heart, where did the other party want to compete with him, they clearly wanted to deal with him directly.

He couldn't help but be a little suspicious, this Sucilia was really too crazy too, right? Did she really dare to kill herself? If that was the case, not to mention her Sucilia, even the entire Luqua Family would probably be instantly wiped out by the Silva Family's thunderous wrath, and would henceforth be wiped out in ashes!

"Could it be that the other party is not Sucilia? That strange caller is actually someone else?" Wendell forced himself to hold down the doubts in his heart and quietly and silently continued to walk forward, his feet stepping on the ground without making a single sound, the lightness of his pace was simply shocking.

His goal was to solve these two people in front of him first.

Now Wendell already knew that the front door, the roof, and other parts of the fence were all guarded. Moreover, these people were carrying weapons, and possibly guns, on their bodies.

Under such circumstances, he had to be even more careful, and once he exchanged blows, he absolutely could not give the other party any chance to counterattack, otherwise, Wendell was not confident that he could really outpace the bullets. In fact, until now, he hadn't really had a few chances to perform his fighting, so Wendell wasn't very clear about how strong he really was.

The two men in front of him were bored with their cigarettes when Wendell had already arrived at their sides, and with two hands as fast as lightning, he suddenly grabbed the necks of the two men.

His hands, like the head of a soft, boneless snake, gently wiped across the throat of one of them, and the man didn't even have a half-hearted reaction, he just fell headlong to the ground.

Wendell fiercely stretched out a foot and dragged the fallen man to the ground, then gently put him down, the whole process, without making a single sound.

The other man, on the other hand, was choked by Wendell, not to mention resisting, he couldn't even lift a single ounce of strength, and his head was dizzy for a while.

"Answer the questions honestly and you can avoid death!" Wendell's cold voice reached the ears of the remaining man, "If you agree, nod your head, if you don't, go and accompany your companion!"

That man immediately nodded in panic, no one wanted to die.

Wendell immediately asked in a cold voice, "How many of you have been ambushed here in total? You gesture directly, no need to speak."

Wendell was afraid that as soon as he let go of his hand, the other party would shout, and then I was afraid that he would immediately be in a huge crisis. Besides, in the dark Wendell could see perfectly clearly.

The man froze, and hastily stretched out three fingers and waved them in front of Wendell.

"Thirty people?" Wendell asked with a frown.

The man hurriedly nodded his head again, but his throat was pinched and he couldn't speak.

"That's quite a lot!" Wendell said indifferently and asked again, "What weapons are these people equipped with?"

The man made a pistol gesture and waved his finger out again.

……

Although the man's expression was clumsy, Wendell could still read it, and after a few minutes, he finished asking some of the key questions he wanted to know, "Accompany your companion!"

The man instantly realised what was going on and panicked, struggling desperately to escape being killed. However, when Wendell's hand, which was choking him, exerted a little bit of force, the man was instantly weak and could no longer exert any half strength.

He only felt his eyes go black and he lost consciousness.

Wendell threw him to the ground and casually rummaged through their bodies, but only found two machetes and some other belongings.

He pinned a machete to his waist and continued on.

Since he already knew that there were thirty people on the other side in ambush, Wendell naturally would not rush into the chemical plant, first taking care of these ambushers and then going inside, layer by layer.

According to the information he asked before, Wendell went along the fence and terminated five ambush points of the other side in a row, and ten people were knocked out by him.

Whether it was these ten people or the two people he first encountered, Wendell did not kill them, but only knocked those people unconscious.

He was not a man with a penchant for killing, moreover, he had extremely special means, as long as he hit these people's paralyzing nerves, it would be enough to put them to sleep, and even if they woke up, they would be paralyzed all over and would not even be able to speak.

It would take at least half a month for these people to recover. Wendell, on the other hand, only needed one night and that was enough.

The ambushes on all three walls had been taken care of, and all that was left was the few people in the guard booth at the main entrance.

Combined with the bio-current, the darkness could not block Wendell's vision at all, and he was simply like a fish in water, quietly feeling his way into the guard pavilion and knocking out all five people inside.

"Seventeen now!" Wendell counted silently in his heart, "Apart from the other party's boss, and the stranger who had called himself, there were still thirteen people left. These people, are spread out in different corners of the factory."

Wendell became even more alert, because the remaining thirteen people were different from these people outside, the people inside the factory, were basically good fighters, and, on their bodies, they all carried guns!

This was the reason why Wendell was most alert, the power of pistols had penetrated deep into people's hearts, and Wendell was no exception. Although he had experienced gunfire long ago in the training system, he was still a little nervous when he was actually faced with it.

Wendell chose the safest way, going over the fence at the back and entering the factory yard.

The man on the roof who was in charge of surveillance, Wendell didn't bother to move him because he was said to be carrying a walkie-talkie and had a sniper rifle in his hand.

If he was knocked out, once the people in the factory contacted him, they would immediately know that someone had broken in.

Wendell entered the factory quickly and let out a slight sigh of relief. The inside of the factory wasn't exactly empty, and there were quite a few abandoned wooden frames and some other machines that gave him a place to hide.

1, two, three…… Wendell knocked out five people in one breath, leaving eight, and seven more, except for the one on the roof.

Wendell quietly approached one of the men in front of him, his figure like a ghost in the darkness.

Hoo!

A subtle sound rang out, and the man was directly knocked unconscious by Wendell's choke.

However, just then, a strong sense of crisis instantly swept through Wendell's whole body, and he instinctively retreated instantly.

Bang!

The moment he stepped back, the sound of gunfire suddenly rang out!

To be continued....