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By the Han River, as night fell, raindrops pelted the surface, creating ripples that spread outward. The cold wind carried the rain like countless tiny needles pricking at his face, bringing a biting chill.
Park Bucheng stood on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse by the river, squinting as he gazed at the brightly lit buildings in the distance—the secret Research Center of the Taiji Consortium. The dazzling lights shone even more brightly against the gloomy night, resembling a giant beast lurking in the darkness, greedily consuming everything around it.
"Damn, this setup is bigger than I imagined," Park Bucheng spat, a hint of excitement in his voice. This thrill did not stem from a disregard for danger but rather from a desire for challenge. He knew that tonight's operation would be the most perilous gamble of his life; if he won, he could force the Chaebol into a corner; if he lost, there would be no turning back.
He patted the backpack hidden under his coat, which contained the core Gang Stronghold blueprints and security system information provided by Li Zhenghao, along with the latest intel secretly sent by Li Taizhu. This information was crucial for his mission tonight and would determine his success.
"Li Taizhu is truly an enigma," Park Bucheng mused with a playful smile. "The enemy's enemy is my friend? Ha, this game is getting more interesting." He recalled Li Taizhu's deep-set eyes, always feeling there was some secret hidden within them that he couldn't quite grasp.
A clear voice crackled through his earpiece: "Park Bucheng, everything is ready. You can begin."
"Alright, let's move!" With that command, Park Bucheng vanished into the night like a ghost.
The perimeter of the Research Center was heavily guarded. Infrared detectors were spread out like a spider's web, pressure sensors hidden in every corner, high-definition cameras monitored every angle without blind spots, and armed guards patrolled back and forth, forming an impenetrable defense.
However, to Park Bucheng, who had mastered Graceful Wave Steps, these defenses were nothing. His movements were graceful as he glided through the rainy night like a black lightning bolt, darting between blind spots of surveillance cameras and slipping into the underground facility like a phantom.
Inside the underground building, corridors twisted and turned under an oppressive atmosphere. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant mixed with a faint metallic tang of blood that made one feel nauseous. Following the map's directions, Park Bucheng quickly approached his target area—the Biochemical Weapon laboratory.
Suddenly, two elite Chaebol bodyguards appeared at the end of the corridor. They were burly and sharp-eyed, dressed in black suits and sunglasses, holding state-of-the-art submachine guns—clearly trained professionals.
"Who goes there?!" one shouted sharply as he drew his handgun, aiming it directly at Park Bucheng.
Park Bucheng smirked coldly and flashed forward to stand before them in an instant. "COS Monk? You think you can take me on? You should know your own weight," he taunted, disdain evident in his eyes.
Without giving the two individuals a chance to react, Park Bucheng unleashed both palms, executing the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms with a fierce gust of energy that poured forth like a torrential storm. There were two muffled thuds, and the two men flew backward like kites with severed strings, crashing heavily against the wall and losing consciousness.
At the entrance of the laboratory, four guards stood on high alert. Armed with submachine guns, they nervously scanned their surroundings, not daring to let their guard down for a moment.
Park Bucheng employed his old tricks again, using Graceful Wave Steps in conjunction with the Six Meridians Divine Sword, moving like a phantom among the guards. His fingertips released invisible sword energy that struck like tiny steel needles, instantly taking down two guards.
Seeing this, the remaining two guards immediately raised their guns and opened fire. The rapid gunfire rained down on Park Bucheng like a storm of bullets; however, he was well-prepared. He sidestepped to evade the bullets and then launched a kick that sent one guard's weapon flying.
The other guard attempted to shoot but was swiftly grabbed by Park Bucheng's wrist. With a forceful twist, a distinct crack echoed as bones shattered. The guard let out a cry of agony, dropping his weapon to the ground.
Having dealt with the guards at the entrance, Park Bucheng rejoined Jin Jeosu. Jin Jeosu had already planted explosives at the laboratory door, waiting for Park Bucheng's command.
"Retreat!" Park Bucheng shouted, and the two quickly exited the laboratory.
With a thunderous explosion, the laboratory erupted into flames. The towering fire illuminated the night sky in crimson hues, while thick smoke billowed like a massive black dragon, twisting and roaring through the air.
Meanwhile, outside the Research Center, gunfire erupted. Cui Zhiyong used his sniper rifle to precisely eliminate reinforcements among the armed guards, buying time for his team to escape. Every shot he fired was deadly accurate, as if death itself had descended to reap enemies' lives.
Park Bucheng and his team successfully evacuated from the Research Center, vanishing into the vast night. They left behind chaos and an endless fear for the Chaebol.
The next morning, news of the explosion at the Taiji Consortium's secret Research Center shocked all of Seoul. The Chaebol's high-ranking officials were furious and ordered an all-out manhunt for the perpetrators at any cost.
Park Bucheng sat in his rented room, watching reports about the explosion on television, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
He held a USB drive in his hand, containing crucial intelligence on the Chaebol Biochemical Weapon project that he had brought out from the laboratory.
"The game has just begun," Park Bucheng said, narrowing his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering within them.
At that moment, a knock sounded at the door. Park Bucheng opened it to find Li Taizhu standing outside, holding a newspaper.
"Congratulations, Mr. Park. You've successfully angered the Chaebol," Li Taizhu said calmly, though his eyes held a deeper meaning.
"Is that so? I think this is just a minor warning," Park Bucheng replied as he took the newspaper and glanced at the front-page headline—"Taiji Consortium Research Center Explosion, Suspected Terrorist Attack."
"Terrorist attack?" Park Bucheng scoffed. "They really know how to embellish their own image."
Li Taizhu smiled but remained silent.
"You didn't come here just to congratulate me, did you?" Park Bucheng asked, his gaze probing.
Li Taizhu's eyes fell on the USB drive in Park Bucheng's hand. "I'm just curious about what you plan to do next."
Park Bucheng tucked the USB drive into his pocket, a mysterious smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "I have a plan—a plan that can completely destroy the Chaebol..."
Li Taizhu's expression hardened as an unsettling premonition began to rise within him. What exactly was this plan?
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