Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1060 - 35: Evil Spirit Knight (Three updates, 10,000 words)

Chapter 1060: Chapter 35: Evil Spirit Knight (Three updates, 10,000 words)

The American Conquerors weren’t all-encompassing in love, just the twenty-two newbies from their own ranks were enough to give them headaches, let alone concern themselves with the Italians. After providing them with some firearms and ammunition, they let them loose to fend for themselves.

The Italians didn’t want to die, so they had to go out and earn Sin Points by doing all sorts of bad things, such as robbing shops and beating prostitutes. Because they had guns, they often got away with it, but today they ran into some tough opposition.

Ten people had just looted the cash register of a convenience store, leaving the owner seriously injured. They hadn’t walked more than a few steps when three business cars roared up from behind. The doors and car windows opened, and the sound of Thompson Submachine Guns immediately filled the street.

A group of men in black suits raised their guns and opened fire on the Italians. They had collected protection money from the shop and naturally wouldn’t let the Italians cause further harm, so they decisively slaughtered them.

"We’ve got trouble." A short fellow, looking like AC Milan star Gattuso, was very alert. Hearing the urgent sound of cars, he turned to watch and saw gun muzzles poking out. He immediately shouted a warning and pulled an AK47 from under his clothes, spraying the business car with bullets.

The bullets created several holes in the car but then went astray; after all, he hadn’t practiced much, and his shooting was poor.

The gang members’ firefight panicked the Italians, especially when the last man was shot into a honeycomb, fell to the ground, and died instantly, sending the rest into a frenzy of fear. They almost forgot to fight back and simply took to their heels.

"Into the alley." A man with sky blue eyes, who was clearly the captain, shouted loudly for his companions to run into the dark alleys.

"Ah, help me." A woman who had been shot in the leg fell to the ground. She didn’t die immediately because she was wearing protective clothing.

The others didn’t help her, not even sparing her a glance. They had been strangers before entering the game; there was no need to take risks for such a person.

The gang members’ spray of bullets was crazy. The Chicago Typewriter’s rate of fire was as renowned as ever, and bullets flew through the night like rapid fireflies, almost filling the entire street with a kind of macabre beauty.

Another female newbie was hit in the back and sprayed out over a dozen blood flowers as she tumbled away, dead.

The Italians rushed into the alley, and the short man, quite fierce, threw a hand grenade to block the gangsters’ pursuit.

A business car drove by the woman shot in the leg, several gun muzzles targeted her, turning her into a mess of blood and flesh; her head was blown to pieces.

Gang members jumped out of the car and chased into the alleys. Meanwhile, another car took a different route to cut them off.

Tang Zheng was driving a police car and had just passed the street corner when he saw the Italians scrambling out in disarray.

Screeching to a halt, a business car burst out from another intersection, firing at them in a burst. Another unlucky guy was hit. These folks were fine bullying ordinary citizens, but when up against ruthless gangsters, they were just fodder—after all, just a few days ago, they were ordinary people themselves.

Under the threat of death, seeing the police car, the Italians ran straight over, crying out for help, completely forgetting they themselves were armed and should not be seen.

Tang Zheng stepped out of the police car, shouldering an AT-4 rocket launcher. He locked onto a business car through the mechanical sight and pulled the trigger.

With an orange-red tail flame, a rocket shell smashed through the windshield of the business car and exploded inside, turning it into a fireball that soared into the sky, ejecting several charred corpse fragments.

"Group Leader?" Seeing a police officer attack the gang members, the Italians were first stunned but then quickly rejoiced when they recognized his identity.

The gang members didn’t slow down their attack because of Tang Zheng’s police identity; if anything, they intensified their assault to gain time for fear he would call for backup.

Tang Zheng took out another AT-4 and fired it down the alley. A man in a suit was just rushing out when he was hit, blasting his body into a mass of broken flesh that scattered everywhere.

Whistling, Tang Zheng was about to launch another attack when the Red Trojan Horse sent him a notification.

"Warning, if there are five surviving Italians, you will be deemed to have rescued newbies and you will have all your Sin Points deducted, 700 points. If there is only one survivor, the penalty will be waived."

"As you hold the title of the Fearless, you may kill up to three Italians. However, for each Italian you kill, or even injure, a hundred points will be deducted."

The voice of the Red Trojan Horse sounded through the wristwatch speaker. The Italians, who believed they had narrowly escaped, paused, and then became wary, starting to retreat from Tang Zheng.

There were six Italians left and in their minds, it meant that not only Tang Zheng would not help them, he might even take action himself to kill. They had worked hard for three days, earning just over 20 points, and even they would not want to lose 700 points.

Under the threat of death, people subconsciously speculate ill of others, thinking of the worst-case scenarios.

"How screwed up is that?" Tang Zheng was frustrated. He remembered the Silver Trojan once saying that in some games, rescuing newbies would deduct points, and clearly, this was one such game.

"Run!" The man with the sky blue eyes clearly didn’t want to pin his hopes on Tang Zheng’s mercy. He turned and fled.

"Did I say I wanted to kill you lot?" Tang Zheng aimed his gun at their retreating backs, but instantly felt miserable recalling the Trojan’s limitations. He didn’t even want to waste a hundred points and yelled at the members, "Cease fire, this is a misunderstanding!"

The gang members were furious. You fire two rocket shells and kill at least seven of us, and now you call it a misunderstanding? But seeing the rocket launcher on Tang Zheng’s shoulder, they didn’t dare retaliate and instead pursued the Italians.

"What should we do? Block them and let the gang do the killing?" Tang Zheng reached for his walkie-talkie to call for nearby officers to support, but before he could speak, he stopped because he heard the thunderous roar of an engine rapidly approaching. Soon, a flashy heavy-duty Harley motorcycle appeared on Long Street, all black with both wheels burning with intense Hellfire. The man riding it was a towering demonic figure, clad in a black leather jacket and pants, with a burning skull for a head.

This was the Ghost Rider, a demon from Hell, roaming the human world, punishing evil and promoting good!

The Rider pulled out a shotgun and fired at the Italians.

Bang, each pellet ignited in the night like fireflies, hitting an Italian and instantly blowing him to pieces while igniting the fragments, turning them into char.

The short man was shouting loudly, trying to dispel the fear in his heart, while holding an AK47 and shooting at the Ghost Rider.

The Rider didn’t bother to dodge; bullets just ignited before reaching him, turning into ashes and blown away by the Night Wind. He raised his shotgun and shot at the short man.

The short man dodged, but his right leg got blasted, he tumbled onto Long Street, and just as he cried out, he was shot again, his head shattered.

"Don’t kill us!" There were one man and four women left, one woman shouting in terror, but her plea for mercy earned no sympathy. Her nearby female companion was hit, her body shattered and the burning flesh that landed on her drove her to tears.

"The Ghost Rider?" The Gang Members didn’t expect to encounter the legend and hurriedly turned tail, running for their lives.

It was said that when this Rider appeared in the City of God at night, he would slaughter all evildoers, though few had ever seen him.

Tang Zheng stood still, ready to fight, while the remaining three Italians were beyond rescue.

The Hell Motorcycle roared up, crushing an Italian woman beneath it like a tank. The fiery wheels ignited her clothing and hair, purifying her soul.

"You’re going to die." The captain with sky-blue eyes shot at the Ghost Rider, inadvertently locking eyes with him and got struck by the Eyes of Judgment. He burst into flames like a torch soaked in gasoline and screamed in agony.

The last woman barely made it seven meters before the Ghost Rider blew her head apart with a single shot, ending all ten Italians.

The Ghost Rider passed by Tang Zheng, giving him a glance before chasing the escaping gang members.

"Huh? Why didn’t he attack me?" Tang Zheng was puzzled since he seemed to have committed his fair share of misdeeds.

Not one gang member escaped; all were slaughtered. Meanwhile, Tang Zheng didn’t leave, merely watching the Ghost Rider’s unrestrained killing spree on Main Street.

"That motorcycle’s not bad, give it to me!" Seeing the Rider about to drive away, Tang Zheng took the initiative, pulling out an AK47 to fire short bursts.

Ordinary bullets were useless, igniting before they could get close.

The Rider counterattacked, the shotgun blasting. Tang Zheng ran onto Main Street, charging towards it, forced to engage in close combat without high-grade weapons.

The Rider charged wildly, suddenly whipping out a silver chain, wrapping it around Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng dodged, the chain struck the ground with a whooshing sound, gouging a mark, and stones shattered. Seeing he couldn’t catch the Rider, Tang Zheng decided to take a direct hit from the chain. As it whipped back, he grabbed it.

Bang, Tang Zheng exerted force, and the Ghost Rider was yanked off the motorcycle, sliding toward Tang Zheng on the ground.

Tang Zheng leaped, aiming to pounce on the Rider, but its right hand suddenly burst into flame, rapidly spreading along the chain towards Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng let go, and the chain hit the ground, igniting a line of fire on the asphalt.

"Damn!" Tang Zheng rushed in front of the Rider, aiming for its skeletal head, and although he did hit the Rider, his right fist caught fire, and a searing heat hit him.

The Ghost Rider fell and got up, not attacking again, but instead whistled. The motorcycle came to him on its own, and the Rider ran a few steps and jumped onto it, disappearing at the end of Main Street.

Tang Zheng took out a fire extinguisher, spraying for a full minute until the Hellfire on his right hand was extinguished. Fortunately, he was wearing gloves, so he wasn’t hurt.

"Why didn’t this demon attack me?" Tang Zheng wondered, driving to the Dali Hua Hotel, where, at that moment, another fight was taking place, and more survivors were dying. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)