Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1130 - 15: Raiding the Gun Store

Chapter 1130: Chapter 15: Raiding the Gun Store

"Let’s go!" Half an hour was tight, Tang Zheng had no time to explain in detail to the newbies, as he had many things to do.

"Wait, we can’t just stand on the street and be gawked at like monkeys, can we?" The speaker was a middle-aged man, his serious expression radiating an imposing danger, a true leader’s demeanor. He stepped forward and shook hands with Tang Zheng.

"Right, did you see those two patrolling policemen? They’ve looked this way several times!" A man, wary and unaccustomed to dealing with policemen, worried, "Could they take us for smugglers and arrest us?"

Tang Zheng stretched out his hand, looked at most of the newbies waiting for an answer, and really wanted to yell, "Can’t you deal with these trivialities yourselves? Don’t you have brains?" However, he didn’t do that as the more the newbies relied on him, the better it was for him; but at the same time, it also caused them to lose their independent thinking and become lazy, which was disadvantageous for their future survival games.

"Forget it, I can’t manage so much right now; let’s establish status first," Tang Zheng pointed across the street to a McDonald’s, "You guys can sit inside, I’ll come to pay later."

"What if someone questions us about our origins?" Li Wenbo, still unconvinced, added to Tang Zheng’s troubles.

"Can’t you just say you’re tourists?" Tang Zheng had walked only a few steps when Song Xin held him back.

"How about we find an embassy? It must be safe there; don’t take any risks," Song Xin, not called out by Tang Zheng, felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

"Not necessarily, a terrorist attack is very likely to happen," Tang Zheng certainly didn’t think other group leaders were fools; probably less than one-fifth were actually executing the mission.

"No time left, I’ll explain on the way. Song Xin, wait for me; I’ll be back in no more than twenty minutes." Seeing Song Xin’s pleading gaze, Tang Zheng sighed, hardened his heart, and didn’t bring her along. Otherwise, showing favoritism at this time would make leading the group later difficult.

"How do we get money? Rob passersby?" Zhao Dongtao eyed the passing white people, a bit eager to try; this guy had been bold and reckless since junior high school, no worries there.

"No, that will attract the police." The experienced and conservative Uncle Wang objected, hoping to persuade Tang Zheng to consider a more reliable method.

"No, robbing passersby has too high a chance of being caught, and it won’t cover our tracks," Tang Zheng displayed his most perfect smile, revealing eight gleaming teeth, and saying "excuse me," he stopped a lady, posing as a curious foreign tourist, inquiring whether there was a gun store nearby.

At the moment, Tang Zheng appeared harmless, giving a good impression. The white lady kindly directed him.

"Thank you." Tang Zheng waved his hand, quickened his pace, and began assigning tasks, "Listen, once we get into the gun store, spread out, make sure you move in pairs, and subdue everyone inside. I’ll take care of the owner."

The gun store was in the center of Long Street. In less than a minute, Tang Zheng and his group arrived and pushed through the glass door to see a 300 square meter shop filled with various firearms, bullet boxes in the display cases, and even bulletproof vests for sale, igniting a keen interest in their eyes. In an unfamiliar environment, having a gun provided a sense of security.

Uncle Wang also loved guns and immediately spotted the SVD sniper rifle, unable to take his eyes off it.

"Lucky us, only three people." Without shelves, just counters here and there, the interior of the gun store was visible at a glance. As soon as Dong Zixuan entered, she took in the situation and spotted an over-forty man, the owner.

"Sir, can you modify firearms here?" Tang Zheng surveyed the weapons in the shop, putting on an air of nonchalance, casually inventing an excuse to lower the owner’s guard and divert his attention while buying time for the others to get close to the customers and within attacking range.

"What kind of modification?" The owner’s gaze fell on Dong Zixuan, who was wearing a police uniform, attracting attention because she was a woman.

"A shotgun, make it semi-automatic, add a drum magazine," Tang Zheng bluffed. The owner, separated from him by a counter over a meter wide, making it inconvenient to make a move, so he pointed to a wall behind the owner, which was hanging with several rifles, "Could you show me that Mauser 98K up there?"

"It can be done, but it will be expensive," the owner got up and turned to fetch the rifle.

Tang Zheng quickly glanced around, seeing everyone pretending to browse, successfully approaching the three tourists. However, they weren’t actors; their nervous expressions had completely given them away.

"Where are you guys from? China or Japan?" The owner slightly leaned forward, placing the rifle on the counter, instinctively scrutinizing those customers.

"Act now!" Tang Zheng shouted, his arm extended, like a released crossbow arrow, and as he leaned forward, he firmly grabbed the owner’s hair, banged his head on the counter, then drew his Glock pistol and pressed it against his temple.

The others acted simultaneously. Dong Zixuan and Uncle Wang used capture techniques to take down their targets, but another policeman, He Lian, due to his nervousness, let his target escape.

"Help!" Shouted a black youth as he rushed to the wall, grabbed an assault rifle, chambered it, and aimed.

Zhao Dongtao and He Lian, teamed together, saw the black man escaping and knew things had gone wrong and hurriedly chased after him. But after two steps, they stopped in shock as the sound of the bolt and the dark muzzle of the rifle stabilized them.

He Lian was sweating bullets, hastily reaching for his handgun, while Zhao Dongtao simply raised his hands. Having been an upstanding citizen before, he had never seen firearms, and he did not want to be riddled with bullets.

"Don’t be scared, that’s a new gun, no bullets," Tang Zheng yelled out, reminding them that a display piece hanging on the wall wouldn’t have bullets – they were too anxious, completely losing their ability to judge.

"Idiots, that gun has no bullets," Uncle Wang also cursed, knocking the target unconscious with a karate chop, and ran to help.

Zhao Dongtao’s face blushed with embarrassment, looking as if it was stained with blood, he bared his teeth and lunged forward, determined to deal with the black man.

"Don’t move, or I’ll kill you," He Lian also drew his gun.

The black man clearly knew there were no bullets in his gun but not wanting to passively meet his fate, he bent down to rush behind the cash register. Suddenly, a handgun was thrown at him, hitting him right in his temples and knocking him to the ground.

Zhao Dongtao and Uncle Wang reached the scene and pinned down the dizzy black man.

"Don’t shoot—it’ll cause trouble. Also, don’t knock him out; just pucker up and keep quiet. We still have questions to ask," Tang Zheng chopped the shop owner on the neck with his hand, then let go, allowing him to fall to the ground. Then, he went to lock the store door and hung up a ’Closed for Business’ sign.

"Nice moves," Uncle Wang picked up the Glock, dragged the unlucky white man over, and asked, "What’s the plan?"

"Uncle Wang, you stay here to guard the place and collect weapons while interrogating for information. Zixuan and I will take care of getting a car," Tang Zheng casually took the gun and delegated duties; Uncle Wang had proven to be a reliable aide.

"No problem, be careful," Uncle Wang nodded with responsibility.

"Don’t just stand there, go get the money," Tang Zheng urged Dong Zixuan, fishing out wallets and mobile phones from the two unfortunates.

The policewoman curled her lip but swiftly vaulted over the cash register, fetched the owner’s mobile phone, and grabbed a bunch of cash, stuffing it into her pockets.

In less than a minute, the two reappeared on Main Street.

"You’re quick to react. Are all those who have experienced the Trojan Horse Game this strong?" Dong Zixuan thought back to the moment when Tang Zheng had knocked the black man down with a gun.

"It’s a hundred times beyond this. I’m at my weakest state now," Tang Zheng’s face looked grave. The recent fight had put him on high alert. In the past, he could have taken down the owner in the blink of an eye and subdued the black man before he could flee. But now, though his instincts were still sharp, his actions could no longer keep up.

"Impossible, right?" Dong Zixuan was incredulous.

"Are all the people you pick of He Lian’s level?" Tang Zheng walked by a newsstand, casually picked up a mainstream newspaper, and browsed through it.

"They’re not bad, they just haven’t adapted yet," Dong Zixuan did not want her colleagues to be undermined.

"You’d better explain their personalities and abilities clearly; if I associate them with tasks that exceed their capabilities and cause deaths, it’s not my problem." Tang Zheng was merely intimidating the policewoman to gather some intelligence, concerned she might speak highly of the police out of personal feelings.

"The strongest in combat would be Kong Licheng; he comes from a special forces background. Li Wenbo isn’t bad either, just has a difficult personality..."

Fully aware from the policewoman’s description that this wasn’t an emotionally driven person, if that were the case she would have started with colleagues she was close to. Now obviously, it was a rank of combat power.

Tang Zheng changed newspapers and continued reading; the lady shopowner shot him a dissatisfied look, to which he promptly pulled out fifty US dollars and handed it over.

"Didn’t you say we were pressed for time? Then why are you still here wasting time reading newspapers?" Dong Zixuan was puzzled. "If you want to understand this world, you can settle down and talk about it later."

"Just take a look and you’ll know," Tang Zheng handed the newspaper to the policewoman, then picked up another copy of the New York Times.

"Stop beating around the bush, if there’s an issue, just say it," Dong Zixuan briefly glanced at it and was stunned. The front page was covering a recent biochemical terrorist attack in Marseille, France, with the death toll having risen to two thousand. However, the epidemic had been contained. She turned to the second page, which reported on an explosion in Dortmund, Germany, with many casualties.

"The world is this chaotic?" The policewoman flipped to the second page, stunned. Eastern Europe was also turbulent, with Russia and Chechnya engaged in a deadly conflict. The struggling Chechen anti-government forces had used biochemical weapons for the third time, resulting in condemnation by humanitarian organizations. "But what’s the use of reading this, huh? Are you looking for information on that anti-government force that issued a statement, to pinpoint the exact location of the terrorist attacks?"

"Ma’am, have there been many terrorist incidents in the past six months?" Tang Zheng asked courteously, inwardly commending the policewoman for her sharp deductions. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to go to qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)