Two steel cables connecting the suspension bridge span across the skies.
After years of wear and moisture, they're heavily rusted, the corrosion is shocking, as if a gentle tug would cause them to snap.
From afar, they appear faint and indistinct in the dim light, almost blending with the dark, pitch-black pit.
Yet, Fang Cheng's bullet strikes the surface of the cables with sniper-like precision.
The steel cables vibrate violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Large patches of reddish-brown rust peel off like scabs, fluttering down layer by layer.
Making the already precarious suspension bridge tremble even more, seemingly dangling by a thread.
As if in the next moment, the already slender and fragile cables would succumb to the weight and snap.
Then, carrying the bridge and the hostages above into the endless dark abyss.
Ma Donghe is tied to the chair, watching Fang Cheng's series of bold and insane actions, utterly dumbfounded.
