Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1154 - 36: Hunting the Indian Group_2

Chapter 1154: Chapter 36: Hunting the Indian Group_2

"Do you have others with you? How many?" Tang Zheng didn’t directly ask where they were hiding, otherwise, he would expose his identity. Besides, given the Indian man’s current panic, he probably wouldn’t think of it.

"About a hundred or so."

"Where are you hiding? Show me," Tang Zheng took out the map. "How long did it take you to get here? How did you come?"

"We’re hiding in a gun store, about twenty minutes by car," the Indian man stared at the map, clueless. He didn’t know how to read it.

"Those Chinese you encountered before, where did they run off to?" Tang Zheng didn’t check the Indian man’s clothes; it wasn’t necessary.

"The Chinese? Are you with them?" The Indian man, seeing Tang Zheng suddenly stand up, came to a realization and became scared.

"You’re right, but unfortunately, there’s no reward for that," Tang Zheng nodded.

The Indian man screamed, reaching out with his left hand to grab at his ankle, making one last struggle.

"Futile!" Bang, Tang Zheng stomped on the Indian man’s head, slamming it into the ground. The Indian man was dizzy and clutched at his shoe.

Tang Zheng didn’t waste a bullet but kicked again, smashing the Indian man’s temples and then crushed his throat bone.

The Indian man spat blood and died.

Tang Zheng grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the adjacent breeding room, then followed up; he was going to slaughter those Indians there.

Animal corpses kept appearing on the ground, obviously killed by the Indians. The injured zombie animals also left fresh blood, the most obvious tracking trace.

Tang Zheng chased for over a hundred meters, arriving at a crossroad and had to stop.

"Which way did they go?" Tang Zheng studied the traces, guessing the direction the Indians had taken. The footprints were most numerous and chaotic on the left, few in the middle, and none on the right.

A team of nine, some fast some slow, the ones in front obviously took the middle path, while a few at the back, either running from the chase or hoping to separate and draw some of the zombie animals away, or maybe forced into serving as bait, had no choice but to take another route...

After barely ten seconds, Tang Zheng went after the middle path. The Indians on the left, running slowest, hence attracted many zombies; this meant they were newbies, easy to kill. And those zombie animals might just wipe them all out. Even if by luck they lived, these scaredy-cats would hide and not dare make a move, so Tang Zheng had plenty of time to chase and kill the others and go for a counter-attack.

Tang Zheng’s guess was right: the Indian newbies at the back didn’t want to split up, but the team leader didn’t feel like facing so many zombie animals and forced them onto a different path by opening fire.

"There’s one good with a gun, a soldier? Or the team leader?" Tang Zheng jogged, observing the killed zombie animals. Each had bullet holes in their heads.

After sixty meters, a torn male corpse lay on the ground, with several zombie animal bodies beside it. Further ahead, there were no more corpses, and faint barking could be heard.

"Worthless, not yet finished." Tang Zheng reached another junction with clear barking from the left. He didn’t rush in but moved against the wall, and the moment he saw the pack of zombie dogs sixty meters away, he ducked into the nearby breeding room. Luckily the monsters were distracted by the humans in front of them and didn’t notice him.

Once Tang Zheng was sure the room was safe, gunshots erupted outside; clearly, after a brief rest, the opponents began attacking the zombie dogs. There was no choice; three Indians led by the team leader were cornered and forced into combat.

Tang Zheng checked his equipment, two flash grenades, one smoke bomb, a silencer, ten full ammo clips—enough to stealthily kill the Indians.

Putting on Ada’s ladies’ goggles, his whole field of vision became dim, but after adjusting, it didn’t affect shooting. Tang Zheng screwed the silencer onto the MP5K then took out the tape brought from the hotel and wrapped two clips together upside down, for quicker replacement.

The barking outside hadn’t completely stopped, so Tang Zheng wasn’t in a hurry, mentally rehearsing the upcoming attack while he pulled out a bottle of water for a sip to moisten his throat.

The Indians were in disarray; they didn’t want to waste their limited ammunition on the zombie dogs, but now they had no choice but to fight.

"Leader, throw the hand grenades! The iron gate is about to give!" The iron gate had a vent welded with iron bars, and an Indian man in a military uniform was firing outwards while another seventeen-year-old youth was bracing against it hard.

The zombie dogs roared, drooling, not feeling any pain, they slammed with brute force; amidst the bangs, the entire gate wobbled, on the verge of breaking open.

"No, grenades are too important to be used here. Relax, they’re just zombie dogs, they’re not a threat," the Indian team leader was also firing. He seemed calm compared to the others, being a Fourth Order, he still had that quality.

"But it can’t hold much longer!" The young man’s armature bulged, expending a lot of energy.

"Fine, damn Trojan, if my physical abilities weren’t restricted, I could kill them all in one breath," conceded the Indian team leader. Otherwise, letting a dozen zombie dogs burst in was too dangerous, so he took out two grenades, "When I throw them, you guys duck to the sides of the iron gate."