Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1214 - 83: Awkward Offensive_2

Chapter 1214: Chapter 83: Awkward Offensive_2

For those who had already lost their combat power, Tang Zheng couldn’t be bothered to finish them off with another shot.

The soldiers could never have expected such a sudden change of events, and they hurriedly sought cover, opening their backpacks to retrieve the assault rifles within, and began their attack on Dong Zixuan’s group. Because Tang Zheng held a hostage, he was actually the safest despite being at the rear.

"Open fire!" shouted Kong Licheng as he retreated and shot indiscriminately, not caring at all about the casualties among the bystanders. Chaos spread, and pedestrians who couldn’t escape in time could only lie on the ground and pray for God’s mercy.

Dong Zixuan wasn’t as unprincipled as her colleague; she tried her best not to harm the innocent. Of course, with her poor marksmanship, she could hardly hit her target amidst the chaos.

Dragging the captive with one hand, Tang Zheng rapidly retreated, his Desert Eagle in his right hand firing at its maximum rate. With pop-pop sounds, he managed to keep the soldiers’ heads down. A hit anywhere resulted in a big pit.

The soldiers, experienced as they were, barely stuck their rifles out of cover to return fire.

"Bront, Dark Vision, maximum range!" The American team leader bellowed with fury at the ambush. He kept his eyes on Tang Zheng’s weapon and recognized it. No matter the cost, he had to find out how they acquired the prop.

A white soldier hiding behind a Ford car heard the team leader’s call and waved his right hand; a dark sphere rose up, encompassing an area with a radius of seventy meters.

This was a support-type ability. Within the darkened area, the enemy’s vision would be stripped away, while their own forces could see everything clearly, similar to a smoke bomb.

"Fire, fire!" The American team leader roared as he led the assault. His marksmanship was precise, and the single shots from his assault rifle grazed the flesh of the soldiers and struck Tang Zheng’s left shoulder.

"Fuck!" Tang Zheng cursed; trying to control the soldier hampered his tactical movements, and he was hit by a bullet, feeling intense pain in his left shoulder as his strength began to wane.

Tang Zheng was thankful that he had ducked his head behind the big soldier earlier, otherwise, he would definitely have been headshot. But now he was in serious trouble. The enemies had apparently recognized him and were fiercely attacking. His left leg got hit by a bullet, and the pain almost made him fall.

The captive soldier, not content with being taken prisoner, took advantage of the diminished strength in Tang Zheng’s arm—holding his throat—and regained some breath. Enduring the intense pain, he pulled out the military knife hidden in his boots and stabbed towards Tang Zheng’s kidney.

The military knife was too sharp and easily penetrated Tang Zheng’s waist. As the captive stirred the knife, blood soaked through Tang Zheng’s clothes, and a heart-piercing pain climbed along his spine and spread throughout his body.

"Fuck, Dong Zixuan, release the lava, what are you playing at, trying to be a compassionate goddess?" Tang Zheng gritted his teeth and cursed as he had to fire his gun to suppress the enemy, lacking the time to knock out the captive. He wanted to choke him unconscious, but another prompt action from the quick-reacting team leader injured him, giving the captive a chance to counterattack.

There was no helping it; Tang Zheng’s teammates were too useless. If Dantai Zongqi and Lin Weiguo were here, they might not be able to annihilate the entire enemy force, but they would have kept them pinned down, allowing him to focus on dealing with the captive.

The policewoman turned pale from being scolded but hesitated for only a moment. Seeing the darkness around her, the instinct to survive took over her body, and she unleashed a lava eruption twenty meters in front of her.

The ground cracked, turned red, melted, and started to flow, surging towards the soldiers.

"Stupidity in using abilities," the Curl-tongue Captain hiding in the shadows commented upon seeing the effect of the magma. Other than mocking the user’s skills, he sneered at Tang Zheng’s inability to train newbies. However, this was good news for him; nobody wished for their enemies to be stronger.

The captive’s performance was ferociously tenacious. Without pulling out the knife, he raised his arm to eviscerate Tang Zheng.

"You’re gonna die!" Tang Zheng didn’t need the captive anymore. Given the situation, escaping alive would be good enough. He kept shooting as his right knee harshly lifted and slammed into the captive’s back, a crack sounding as it broke his spine.

The captive’s arm lost its strength, and like a noodle, his body went limp, sagging. Nerve damage caused him to lose control over his sphincter, soiling himself.

Tang Zheng retreated swiftly. As he had to suppress the soldiers, he didn’t even have a chance to deliver a finishing shot to the captive. But this man was certainly beyond saving.

Rong He held the Howling Reaper, which was incredibly powerful; it’s just a pity that his vision was blocked, and he completely lost his aim. Tang Zheng retreated with his heart pounding in fear, deeply worried he would be killed by his own teammate.

Ding Jian wasn’t fast, but his single-minded attempt to escape actually made him the first to break out of the Black Mist. However, that also made him the prime target for attack.

A stream of bullets whizzed past, hitting the bus’s walls.

"Open the door!" Ding Jian fled with his head in his hands, shouting loudly, but unfortunately his luck was poor. Several bullets hit his back, and though he wore a bulletproof vest, the impact still sent him tumbling, his face contorted in pain.

"Enough, Grenade, Lipstick, stick to the plan, or else all our prey will die off. David, kill that ability user." Hiding in a corner, the Group Leader took out a Level A rocket launcher and fired it towards the position where Captain America was hiding.

The brown-haired woman codenamed Lipstick and the burly man called Grenade emerged with their travel bags from their respective hiding spots, just as Tong Dahong ran out from the range of the Dark Vision, only to be brutally attacked.

With the Howling Reaper in hand, Grenade unleashed a barrage of fire. The bullets rendered Tong Dahong’s bulletproof vest useless, and he was shot into broken flesh without even a chance to try and heal with a potion.

Lipstick wielded an AK74, also a Level A firearm, firing large-caliber incendiary bullets that left basketball-sized craters wherever they struck the ground.

Neither of them bothered to kill Ding Jian; such an injured waste wood would serve better as a burden left behind, no doubt causing the Chinese captain a headache to death.

Kong Licheng and the traffic police emerged from the envelopment of Dark Vision, only to see Tong Dahong’s mutilated corpse, with only one intact arm remaining. Ding Jian was screaming beside them, and they immediately commenced attacking Lipstick and her partner.

"Attack, what are you spacing out for!" Kong Licheng shouted at the newbies atop the cars.

The Grenade man sneered. If it weren’t for the Group Leader’s plan that required keeping some of the enemy’s forces alive, coupled with the fact that the bus was filled with newbie waste woods, he would have fired an RPG-7 incendiary shell already, ensuring they’d be blasted into roast chickens.

The newbies on the bus stuck their muzzles out the windows and fired a random shot at the despicable couple.

Following the original plan, after Lipstick and Grenade made their presence known and pretended to be overpowered, they started to withdraw.

As the rocket shells exploded, the Curl-tongue Captain missed. Captain America was a cunning man; even in the darkness, he kept moving ceaselessly, never giving the opponent a chance to counterattack. The white soldiers were more foolish. They thought their seed abilities would ensure their safety, and since they saw no enemies attacking them and feared being hit by stray bullets, they didn’t dare to run around recklessly. But they didn’t expect the Russians, who were sneaking up behind like a mantis stalking a cicada, oblivious to the oriole behind.

Although David couldn’t see, his A-level firearm’s firepower allowed him to deliver a suppressive attack on the white soldier’s hiding spot. With such a caliber, a mere graze was certain death.

With the white soldier’s death, the Dark Vision dissipated, and the starlight once again spilled onto Main Street.

"FU~CK, retreat." Captain America, upon hearing the sound of the RPG-7 firing, knew something was wrong. He was about to warn the white soldier, but it was already too late; out of sheer frustration, he nearly bit off his tongue. Now they had lost more than they tried to steal. Yet, he was decisive, knowing that staying put meant certain death, and quickly retreated.

After killing the captive, Tang Zheng pulled out an RPG-7 loaded with rocket shells from his prop bag. As he was about to fire in the general direction of the enemy, he saw the darkness dissolve and the American soldiers retreating. He decisively turned around, aiming at the withdrawal-fighting Russian brute.

Boom, the rocket flew out, exploding near him, the flames and shockwave tossing stones around, causing the nearby objects to clink.

Tang Zheng had just heard different gunshots from behind him and knew something was wrong. There must be a third wave of people muddying the waters.

Zhao Dongtao was unlucky to be hit by a bullet and fell to the ground. The traffic police didn’t leave him behind; they grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the back of the bus.

"Chase the Americans away." the Curl-tongue Captain ordered, and together with David, they pursued the Americans. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)