Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1194 - 69: Tyrant’s Assault

Chapter 1194: Chapter 69: Tyrant’s Assault

"Don’t be impulsive!" Tao Ran stopped Song Xin; if Tang Zheng had turned into a zombie, she would surely be attacked if she went in.

"Let me go, I have to see him." Song Xin struggled violently.

"Tang Zheng wants you to live and return, don’t do anything stupid." Tao Ran held Song Xin tightly; she had promised Tang Zheng to take care of her, and she would do her utmost to fulfill that promise.

Song Xin clung to Black Long Straight, crying in sorrow; she had never imagined that their meeting would be so brief!

Tang Zheng couldn’t hear the noise outside the door. With only a faint heartbeat that even machines couldn’t detect, he was no different from a corpse. He was lucky; if it had been a direct bite from a zombie rather than an infected person like Li Wenbo, he would have turned into a zombie in a very short time. If not for the intravenous injection of a large dose of the R-virus strain, he would be dead.

Even a microliter of this unattenuated virus strain, which retained the original traits, could kill tens of thousands of people. As the G-virus already existed within Tang Zheng’s body, the two viruses couldn’t merge. They used his body as a vessel, suppressing and killing each other, which led to a mutation that paradoxically allowed him to cling to life.

Of course, the bodies of ordinary people couldn’t withstand the ravages of these two viruses. But Tang Zheng was different. Although his physique was restricted by Trojan, whether it was cell vitality or various tissues, all were marked with the signature of enhancement, which allowed him to survive.

The two viruses fought, merged, and mutated, silently infecting Tang Zheng’s chromosomes. No one knew whether this was good or bad, not even Trojan, which after all, wasn’t omnipotent and couldn’t control everything.

Tang Zheng hadn’t died, at least that was fortunate, but the other person wasn’t doing badly either. Li Wenbo had been bitten by a Licker, but his single-virus antibody was under Trojan’s control, so even though he was infected, he didn’t die.

Trojan needed Li Wenbo to kill Tang Zheng, not only to test the Group Leader’s ability but also to minimize uncontrollable factors as much as possible.

Li Wenbo woke up, his head a blur, dizzy as hell; then he saw the moonlight spilling through the window and laughed out loud after a moment of bemusement.

"I’m not dead?" The night wind was cool on his face, and Li Wenbo was very happy. He bowed his head and then burst into laughter because he saw his severed left arm had regrown, although without skin and only muscle left—but it didn’t impede his movement.

The information carried by the virus, as it fused with Li Wenbo’s genes, was teleported into his brain. He understood his body had been remodeled and in a beneficial direction.

"Heh, heaven doesn’t seal off all exits. Tang Zheng, Dong Zixuan, you just wait for me. I’ll be collecting this debt very soon," Li Wenbo said, not worried at all upon glancing at his missing calf, and began to crawl out. He needed to eat meat; as long as he had enough nutrition, his severed limbs could regenerate.

A Licker, hearing the noise, crawled over from the ceiling. It saw Li Wenbo on the ground and pounced, but instead of attacking, it circled around him in confusion, its instincts telling it that this guy was one of its kind.

Just as the Licker was about to leave, Li Wenbo sprang up like a crossbow, pinning it down, and then bit into its neck, sucking its blood.

Li Wenbo didn’t feel the slightest bit disgusted; the only thoughts in his mind were eating and hunger.

As the rising sun began to climb, a warm glow spread across the sky. Tao Ran and Song Xin sat in the corridor, their eyes red and swollen from crying all night.

Tao Ran looked several times; although Tang Zheng hadn’t turned into a zombie, he lay motionless in bed, giving her a glimmer of hope, but she dared not check for fear of finding a cold, lifeless corpse.

"I’ll go prepare some food; you guard the door and don’t let anyone disturb Dong Zixuan." Tao Ran walked a few steps, still uneasy, "If anyone wants to shoot Tang Zheng’s body, stop them."

Song Xin nodded, leaning against the wall, disconsolate.

The newbies were all awake and appeared on the streets of the small town, inhaling the fresh air. Some looked for food while others picked up ammunition from the soldier’s bodies. There were plenty of supplies, a good chance to practice their shooting.

"If only I knew how to drive a tank," Kong Licheng said, standing atop a tank and stroking the steel beast, wishing he could claim it as his own.

"Go find Tang Zheng and discuss the next part of our journey," Tong Dahong said, carrying a rifle and stuffing sausages into his mouth, sipping bottled water now and then, "What’s with Dong Zixuan? Rather stay with strangers than trust us?"

"You might find a zombie there," Kong Licheng said, looking towards Tang Zheng’s house, his face very dark, "With his character, he should have come out to command everyone by now. Why hasn’t he shown up?"

"You mean something happened?" Tong Dahong shuddered, remembering Tang Zheng had been bitten. He hurriedly ate the sausage and picked up his rifle, as if a zombie might burst out of the door at any moment.

"Maybe Dong Zixuan has already killed him," Kong Licheng said energetically, walking into the house. He didn’t actually want anything to happen to Tang Zheng; after all, he was a Powerful Party member. Without him, not only would the team’s cohesion instantly fall apart, but the combat power would plummet as well.

Zhao Dongtao and Xiao Wang had slept in the living room of the next house to protect girls like Jing Lan. Now they came out, without thinking, heading straight to see Tang Zheng.

"You better be careful," Kong Licheng warned them.

"If there was trouble, Song Xin would have called out by now," Zhao Dongtao thought Kong Licheng was overreacting, shouldering his rifle and entering. However, the others hesitated before also raising their rifles.

Upstairs, everyone saw Song Xin, her eyes swollen like peaches. Zhao Dongtao’s heart skipped a beat.

"What’s happened to Tang Zheng?" Zhao Dongtao went to push the door but was stopped by Song Xin.

"He’s fine, don’t disturb him now," Song Xin didn’t want to say that Tang Zheng was dead, but Kong Licheng didn’t want to be brushed off and insisted on checking.

"What’s wrong with you?" Song Xin glared at Kong Licheng with discontent.

"Is Tang Zheng dead?" Kong Licheng paid no attention to her, pushed open the room door, and everyone saw Tang Zheng lying on the big bed, unresponsive.

Zhao Dongtao wanted to rush over to check but was pulled back by Kong Licheng.

"Be careful, he might have turned into a zombie." Kong Licheng pulled out his handgun, ready to blow Tang Zheng’s brains out.

"What are you doing?" Annoyed, Song Xin reached out to grab the gun. "Dongtao, stop him. Do you want to watch him desecrate Tang Zheng’s body?"

"It’s a corpse." Kong Licheng added, still intending to proceed for safety’s sake when he suddenly heard the sound of a shotgun being cocked behind him.

"Tang Zheng is already dead and not dangerous, so why fire the gun?" Tao Ran, holding a shotgun, aimed at Kong Licheng. "Do you want to watch your classmate be turned into minced meat?"

"Let it go, let’s all leave," Xiao Wang played the peacemaker, urging everyone to calm down.

"What about Dong Zixuan? She’s not still sleeping, is she?" Kong Licheng didn’t want to fall out with these people. "Close the door well and don’t let him run out."

"Zixuan is not feeling well and is sleeping," Tao Ran was absolutely unwilling to let Kong Licheng see the policewoman.

"Forget it, suit yourselves," Kong Licheng couldn’t be bothered with these guys anymore. "Let’s go."

Just as Tong Dahong was about to speak up, he heard the newbies shouting and immediately ran outside.

"What’s happening? Why all the screaming?" Kong Licheng didn’t see any zombies and was so irritated he felt like hitting someone.

"Look, there’s a truck!" Qin Liangping, munching on a bag of cookies, pointed towards the small town, where a truck had entered.

"Stop, don’t get any closer," Kong Licheng fired a few warning shots near the truck. He didn’t know who the others were and didn’t dare make rash contact. "Go, set up the machine guns."

"This is my home, why can’t I come?" A middle-aged driver wearing a duckbill cap shouted, questioning the newbies, while pressing a button, the truck carriage slowly opened.

The newbies looked at Kong Licheng, somewhat embarrassed; they hadn’t yet learned to take over others’ nests."

"There are zombies here," Kong Licheng had just finished speaking when he was interrupted by Zhou Meng, "No, that’s not right. Be careful and on alert, if he’s a local, why doesn’t he ask about the origins of us strangers?"

Kong Licheng came to his senses and led a few people toward the truck, intending to take down the driver.

"Don’t kill me; I’m a good person," the driver pleaded.

"Hands on your head, get down. You two, go to the back and check what’s in the carriage," Kong Licheng waved his gun muzzle and called out the names of Qin Liangping and Xiao Li.

"What is this?" Qin Liangping saw a nearly three-meter-tall man sitting in the carriage and jumped back in fright, aiming his gun.

"A Tyrant!" Xiao Li had seen Biohazard and naturally knew this was a third-generation Tyrant. His lips quivered, almost wetting himself with fear, and without firing, he turned to run.

"What?" Qin Liangping didn’t know what it was, but he knew it couldn’t be good and fled too, but it was too late.

Thud, thud, the Tyrant jumped down and chased after Qin Liangping. Because it used extreme force, the entire carriage shook violently with creaking noises.

The miners were still clueless, but some young people recognized the Tyrant by his bald head, pale skin, and the black trench coat with restraining features, each element highlighting his identity.

"Run!" Kong Licheng shouted, firing at the driver, but the man was quick to lie down.

The Tyrant moved swiftly, catching up to Qin Liangping, who was lagging behind, with two giant strides and struck out with an arm thicker than a human thigh.

Bang, Qin Liangping’s shoulder was hit; his body flew like it was struck by a speeding high-speed rail, smashing against a wooden house. His scapula shattered, several ribs broke, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood.

The newbies ran, the traffic police opened fire, but the bullets seemed to have no effect on the Tyrant, all blocked by the protective coat.

"Hehe, kill them all," the driver laughed loudly, leisurely jumping down from the truck with an assault rifle, snapped his fingers, and then, seeing the struggling Qin Liangping, fired another shot, killing him.

The Tyrant rampaged like a heavy tank, chasing the newbies who fled in panic.

The driver shot, injuring a miner’s back; the Tyrant took advantage, grabbed his arm and head, and with a gentle pull, tore him in two, with organs and blood falling. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)