The camera lens, like a sinister cyclops, flashed a ghostly red light in the darkness, capturing the scene of slaughter.
Fang Cheng didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately pulling out a black pistol with a silencer from his tactical belt.
With a muffled 'pfft', the surveillance camera high up on the wall was instantly shattered, turning into a pile of useless fragments.
Then, Fang Cheng's figure flashed, quickly diving into the workshop, blending into the darkness.
Only two corpses on the ground, and the lingering scent of blood in the air, testified that someone had been here, carrying out a silent hunt.
At this moment, the pitch-dark workshop seemed like a ferocious beast, lying in wait for the intruders.
...
In a surveillance room hidden somewhere in the factory area, no lights illuminated the space.
In the darkness, rows of closed-circuit TV screens emitted a faint, eerie glow, displaying various corners of the workshop.
