Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 119 - 119 24 Deception

119: Chapter 24 Deception 119: Chapter 24 Deception The impressive agility of the two female musketeers played an essential role in the dense forest, darting about on the branches like two splendid cheetahs, leaving the man in casual wear scrambling in panic.

The sporadic gunshots added to his disorientation.

“This was far more than simply biting off more than he could chew, it was like charging headfirst into Mount Everest, the blood gushing forth.” The man in casual wear cursed his own inability to sprout additional legs.

Just when he thought about taking shelter in a bush from his attackers, a sudden pain shot through his left leg.

It could no longer support his weight, and with a scream of terror, he tumbled forwards.

Having taken a quick glance at his bloody calf, the man realized that he had been hit by a bullet.

Unable to stand up, he used his dwindling strength to crawl into the bushes.

Alas, he made it only a few steps when a pair of thighs encased in thigh-high boots appeared before him.

Subconsciously, the man in casual clothes lifted his head just capturing a glimpse of two thighs tightly wrapped in riding breeches and a full bosom before a violent blow to the back of his head followed by a swift kick to the face sent his cheek pressing into the soil.

Rotting leaves and humid soil mixed, creating an overpowering foul smell that shot straight up his nostrils and into his lungs.

The man in casual wear was on the brink of suffocation.

“What are you waiting for?

Finish him.” Tang Zheng made his way over, displeased that Sophie, stepping on the Casual Wear Man’s head, was awaiting his instruction.

Fortunately, it was just regular prey, unlike the military man from a few days ago.

If he had been the opponent, Sophie might’ve been toast.

“Bear in mind, I do not take captives.”

“Fuck…” Upon hearing Tang Zheng’s words, the man in casual wear reached into his white waist bag to detonate a bomb, aiming to perish together.

However, Alizeh, who had been standing nearby, pulled the trigger, her silver musket positioned against his forehead, firing off a bullet that sent his head shattering like a watermelon.

The gruesome mixture of red and white splattered everywhere.

“Oh, there’s another one.” Coming up to the man’s corpse, Tang Zheng flipped him over with his left foot, scanned him over, and then took out his handheld radar.

As he looked at the two female musketeers on the radar screen, it hit him, “Are you real people?”

Sophie kicked her left foot in an attempt to flick off the fresh blood that had splashed onto her, completely ignoring Tang Zheng’s question.

Alizeh, on the other hand, was scanning the surroundings vigilantly, showing a greater sense of responsibility.

“I don’t believe you’re not going to respond.” Enraged, Tang Zheng resorted to poking and prodding at Sophie to get a reaction.

To no effect.

The firearms-wielding woman neither complained nor stopped him.

She merely grimaced slightly before continuing to let Tang Zheng have his way.

“You’re just like an air doll.

It’s no fun.” Releasing Sophie, Tang Zheng crouched on the ground to search the man’s body: two totem seals, one hundred and twenty pieces of 22nd-century RMB, three colorful granule-type condoms, and a white waist bag.

Other than these, there were no valuable items.

Tang Zheng was initially intending to discard the condoms, but he decided to keep them when he thought of Zhang Yan.

As for the RMB, the differing portraits on the bills intrigued him and he almost ended up keeping them for his collection.

However, considering the potential trouble bringing them back to the real world would cause, he sighed and tossed them.

“Just how incompetent do you have to be to waste thirteen tracking bombs and only gather two totem seals?” Looking at the remaining bombs in the white waist bag, Tang Zheng was livid.

Instantly, he threw the fleeting satisfaction he had been feeling out of his mind, and after cutting the totem seal from the back of the man’s left hand with a folding knife, he returned to the site of their recent fierce battle.

However, he was destined for disappointment.

Apart from the eleven incendiary bombs and two totem seals he collected from the bearded man, he found nothing else of value.

“Are all 22nd-century people this poor, thinking it’s acceptable to walk around with barely any money in their pockets?” Complaining under his breath, Tang Zheng looked up, estimated the direction to take, and decided to continue the chase.

The lucky chap he was pursuing, who had secured the supply box, was flustered when he was being chased.

Clearly a weakling.

There’s no reason to let such an easy prey slip away.

“Since I am already out here, I might as well make it count.” Adhering to the principle of maximizing benefit, Tang Zheng stashed all the loot in his space backpack.

As he fished out a piece of chocolate to replenish his energy, he also started to jog slowly, searching for traces of his prey.

At the end of the five-minute ability duration, the two female musketeers disappeared, and Tang Zheng couldn’t avoid feeling exhausted, thirsty, and fatigued.

If it were possible, he would’ve liked to find a safe hideout and take a long nap.

“No problem, I can keep fighting for a hundred years.” Tang Zheng didn’t rush, partly regaining his strength and partly scanning his surroundings for signs of his enemies.

As for Zhang Yan, he no longer had the time to worry about her.

He may return to the abandoned factory before dusk – after all, the distance was only approximately six kilometers.

That is if he doesn’t end up losing his way in the dense tropical forest.

Tang Zheng had confidence in his sense of direction, especially since he had a compass.

Alright, admittedly, the compass didn’t offer much assistance.

Within just ten minutes, the stifling heat of the dense forest began to take a toll on Tang Zheng, causing him to break into a sweat.

He peeled off his tight-fitting protective clothing from his upper body and casually draped it around his waist.

Even though he risked getting cut by tree branches and being bitten by mosquitoes, he didn’t care anymore.

“If I keep going like this, I’ll die of dehydration.

I should go back.” Considering the dwindling water reserves in his backpack, Tang Zheng decided to retreat, but then he faintly heard a whimper.

There were no alerts on his radar, indicating the person was perfectly still.

The possibility that the person was injured crossed Tang Zheng’s mind, giving him a burst of energy.

Thinking back to the path he had just followed, which was likely traversed by the man who had escaped earlier, he instinctively quickened his pace.

After a minute of cautiously advancing, Tang Zheng found some broken tree branches and faint footprints on the ground.

The slightly disordered arrangement implied that the owner was panicking.

“By the looks of these footprints, it should be a woman,” Tang Zheng furrowed his brows, sensing that he might have missed something.

After covering roughly 200 meters, Tang Zheng finally caught sight of his prey after clearing away the obstruction caused by the bushes.

A short-haired woman was resting against a large tree with a girth enough to require three men to fully embrace it.

She was catching her breath with her eyes closed and her hand drooping listlessly to her side, clutching a rice box with grains of rice sticking to it.

Several bottles of mineral water and an opened supply box were scattered around her.

Perhaps alerted by the sound Tang Zheng made, the woman jerked in surprise, grabbing a bomb and keeping a wary eye on her surroundings.

“I know someone is out there.

Quickly, show yourself!” The woman’s face was marked by panic before something seemed to occur to her.

She snatched up the radar, which had been discarded on the ground.

Unfortunately, since Tang Zheng had remained still, his position was not displayed on the radar.