Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1046 - 25: Annihilate Them

Chapter 1046: Chapter 25: Annihilate Them

Milly shrank back in fear with the gun muzzle pointed at her, hiding behind Tang Zheng like a rabbit.

Dantai caught a glimpse of An Fei and Lin Fachan, calm and collected, and even Sekiya Ganta didn’t flinch, which made him appreciate that the quality of the newbies was indeed quite impressive.

"Is this how John receives his guests?" As Tang Zheng spoke, the survivors all revealed the Uzi submachine guns they’d been hiding under their clothes. After all, who would go out on a job without being armed?

Standoff between the two sides made the atmosphere tense in an instant, suffocating. Anna, however, seemed surprisingly calm, raising her hands to explain to the men in suits.

"We’re here to buy weapons, a big deal." Having faced demons, Anna’s boldness had increased considerably.

An Fei kept a straight face as he clicked open a black box he was carrying, revealing stack after stack of green US dollars laid out inside it, in front of the gang members.

"Put away your weapons." The men exchanged glances and warned before sending one to report to John.

Tang Zheng waved his hand and, without waiting for a response, went straight into the living room. One of the men in suits reached out to stop him, but Sekiya Ganta was a step ahead, blocking Tang Zheng and pushing the man aside to clear the way for their leader.

Doing exactly as the opposition says would be losing face, and without showing strength, they might be double-crossed. Of course, survivors wouldn’t worry about that.

"Please follow me, John is waiting for you in the upstairs reception room." A bodyguard appeared on the staircase and spoke to Tang Zheng and his group. Seeing the others follow, he quickly made a stop gesture, "No more than three people can go up, or please leave."

"Dantai, An Fei, come up with me. Meiqin, take good care of them," Tang Zheng said, straightening his jacket and stepping onto the stairs.

John had given the other party some face since not allowing bodyguards would have scared them off. Sitting behind the desk, pondering who it might be, he saw a youth who was excessively young walk in. With an imposing appearance and calm demeanor, he completely ignored the two armed bodyguards standing by the door. The two men following him were just as young and fearless.

"Either he’s incredibly skilled or a fool," John remarked, removing the cigar from his mouth and tapping it against the ashtray.

"Your sofa isn’t comfortable at all," Tang Zheng said after sitting down on the leather sofa, crossing his legs brazenly and speaking bluntly, "I find that the citizens of the City of God completely lack manners."

"Heh heh, those who live here are trash and villains. Even if there’s a gentleman among them, it’s just a façade. They’re scum to the bone," John laughed heartily, not offended in the slightest, leaning back in his chair and biting the cigar, "How much are you looking to buy?"

"Whatever you have, we’ll take," Dantai replied, taking the black leather suitcase, tipping it upside down, and spilling the green US dollars onto the tea table.

"That won’t buy much, five AK47 rifles and a hundred rounds of ammunition," John said after a glance, testing the strength of Tang Zheng and his group, thinking of simply killing them if they were trash.

"Boss, this money seems fake," a burly man, influenced by his boss’s expression, immediately approached the near-missing stack, took out a few bills to examine, and then turned his head shouting to his boss.

The bodyguards rushed in as the sound of weapons being cocked filled the room, and they aimed at the trio.

"What is this supposed to mean?" John’s face chilled for a moment, ready for slaughter if the others responded incorrectly.

"Look at the rest," Dantai said in a low tone, and the burly man, thinking he was scared, sneered and reached for the money.

"No need to look, they’re definitely fake." As the burly man’s hand just reached out to the US dollars, a sharp military knife stabbed through the back of his hand, pinning it along with the bills to the wooden table.

The burly man screamed in pain, his blood turning the green bills red.

"Speak out of turn, and you pay the price," Dantai slowly rotated the handle of the military knife, his piercing gaze sweeping across the bodyguards’ eyes, "If this is fake, I’ll pay with one of my hands."

"When I say the money is fake, it’s fake," Crooked-mouth John roared angrily, his body leaning forward, hands on the table, his gaze sharp towards the three like a greedy snake.

"Dead men tell no tales," Tang Zheng shot back just as fiercely, pulling out his Uzi submachine gun, loading a Single Shot round with a click. True enough, there was no reason to be had in dealings with these people; show any weakness and they’d swallow you whole.

The air seemed to freeze, no one spoke, and the bodyguards’ fingers were on the triggers, ready to gun down these brazen newcomers.

"Haha, gutsy, youngsters, I like that," John said, waving his hand to call off the bodyguards, "I’ll sell to you at a 20% markup over the black-market price, no objections, right?"

"That’s too high," Dantai shook his head, "We need a lot of weapons."

"Young man, be content," John lectured Dantai, "I don’t care about your origins, I won’t investigate, and it doesn’t matter to me whether you’re planning to take over the Viper Gang’s territory after their downfall. Just remember one thing: don’t bring the battle to Tuna’s home turf."

"Fine, I want to trade now," Dantai reluctantly agreed, though inwardly sneering, with the thought that once they had enough Sin Points to unlock the Space Wristwatch with weapons, he’d be the first to slaughter this man.

"Take them to Warehouse Three!" John had seen his guests out and, once Tang Zheng and his party had left, walked to the sofa, picked up a stack of US dollars, and sniffed it deeply.

Warehouse Three was by the pier, and it took half an hour to get there. During the transaction, the survivors even witnessed a murder—a man with his hands tied and a hood over his head was stuffed into a box, which was then filled with cement and sunk into the river.

"No problem." Dantai opened the wooden box and inspected the weapons—all AK47s, albeit second-hand. The quality was fine though; they just needed calibration at most.

"Five hundred thousand rounds for backup ammo, check the goods then piss off," the Tuna member said impatiently, hustling the survivors. This place was where they stockpiled arms, worth over thirty million, so naturally, caution was necessary.

"Tang, are we really going to put up with this? Clearly, that money could buy more arms. Why not find another supplier?" Sitting in the stolen truck, Sekiya Ganta was discontented. If someone slapped your left cheek, you punch them into a pig’s head.

"That was just the knock on the door," Tang Zheng wasn’t even sure there’d be much to gain from tonight’s operation, but now he was relieved.

"I was planning to deal with John in a few days, but seems like you can’t wait," Dantai said with a smile, calibrating an AK47, "Just as well, when have we ever made a losing deal? We’ll take it back tonight."

"Cops." Suddenly, Lin Fachan, who was driving, shouted a warning.

A police car with its sirens blaring appeared from the intersection, catching up to the truck and signaling to pull over for an inspection.

Aihara Chiharu thought they were busted and panicked, but then she saw Dantai get out of the truck, hand over a few hundred US dollars, and the policeman’s grimace turned into a grin.

"Is it really that simple?" Aihara Chiharu looked back at the police car incredulously.

"Hmph, what they want is money. Even if they know there are weapons in the carriage, they wouldn’t dare to check. They know that if they try anything tough, they’ll definitely die here," Dantai touched his forehead, "This city is rotten to the core."

Back at the Dali Hua Hotel, Dantai immediately gathered the newbies for emergency training. Tang Zheng needed some information, so he went out with Anna.

In the evening, after a hearty dinner, the survivors boarded the stolen bus, and this time there were no exceptions—even the female newbies had to fight.

Lin Fachan was a decent driver, but as they neared the pier, they were stopped by two thugs.

"No further, get back," one thug brandished an AK47, threatening Lin Fachan.

"We’re here to load up." Lin Fachan came up with a quick excuse, but this answer only infuriated the other party. With a pull of the bolt, they aimed the gun at him.

Tow minivans were parked to the side, and when they saw the commotion, four armed men emerged, tasked with blocking the road, since the boss was doing a huge drug deal on the pier, worth a hundred million.

"Get lost!" The man didn’t even finish yelling before a puffing sound filled the air, and a flower of blood blossomed from his forehead, falling face first to the ground.

The other five men were shocked, but before they could fire back, they were shot in the forehead and collapsed.

Tang Zheng and Dantai, wielding silenced handguns, killed these men. Sekiya Ganta was about to jump off the bus to pick up the guns when Dantai stopped him.

"No need, drive. Soon there’ll be more weapons than we can handle," Dantai put away his handgun, checking the AK47 one last time, "Check weapons, ammunition."

A hundred meters away, the transaction was in progress, with more than sixty people in a tense standoff because the price was ten percent short, neither side was content, and an argument broke out.

When Tang Zheng saw the group almost resorting to violence to solve their issue, the engine noise from the bus also caught their attention, and several men immediately charged out, aiming their guns at the bus.

Rat-tat-tat, the crisp gunshots echoed near the empty pier.

All the newbies lay down, listening to the ding-ding sound of bullets hitting the metal carriage, their breathing suddenly heavy.

"Damn it, I’m the one who bullies others, okay? Xiao Linzi, open the door," Tang Zheng cursed and pulled out an AT-4, resting it on his shoulder. As the bus door opened with a hiss, he leaned half his body out.

Boom—a fiery tail flashed in the black night, and the rocket shell was launched, hitting the densest crowd, the erupting shrapnel suddenly reaping more than a dozen lives, with others blown away by the blast wave.

"So much money, what a waste," Teng Yuangxiang complained while firing his AK47, saddened as some US dollars fluttered through the air, ignited, shining like fireflies.

"This money isn’t the same as in reality; we can’t take it back with us anyway, right? But diamonds and gold are worth considering," Pang Meiqin’s AK47 didn’t move in the slightest as she fired single shots, taking down those targets still in motion. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)