Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1215 - 84: Casualties and Potions

Chapter 1215: Chapter 84: Casualties and Potions

Susan sat on the bus, out of sorts, waiting. She saw the soldiers and, of course, Captain America. Even with her limited IQ, she knew a life-or-death battle was inevitable. Without thinking, she tried to flee the bus to warn her compatriots.

Boss Wu had been drooling over the foreign woman, eager to ravage her full breasts. Seeing her attempt to leave, his eyes spun and he leaped forward, grabbing her hair and forcing her to the ground while his thigh pinned her body and his right hand twisted her arm.

"What are you doing? Trying to give them a heads up?" Boss Wu didn’t actually know why Susan was leaving; he just wanted an excuse to assault her.

"No, no," Susan said, terrified by the strangers’ gazes and struggling violently.

Boss Wu’s face bore a severe expression, but deep down, he was enjoying the friction against the voluptuous body beneath him, and he began to respond.

No one was qualified to lead. Jing Lan was too soft-spoken to rebuke anyone. Liu Man was assertive, but lacked authority, and Boss Wu wouldn’t listen anyway. Besides, no one wanted to upset relations over an unknown foreigner.

As Boss Wu thought about how to take further advantage, gunshots suddenly rang out from outside, drawing everyone’s attention, including his. Startled, but unable to take his eyes off Susan’s heaving breasts due to her struggles, he greedily swallowed and seized them, giving them a rough knead.

Nobody noticed Boss Wu’s actions, yet he couldn’t continue indulging himself; survival was more important than lust.

Susan’s left hand broke free. A Glock pistol was tucked into her belt, which Boss Wu had apparently overlooked. Thus, tragedy struck. The foreign woman drew her handgun, disengaged the safety, and fired two shots into his protruding belly.

Bang, bang. Boss Wu screamed in agony and collapsed. Gunshots in the carriage startled the newbies, who scrambled for their weapons so frantically that they even forgot to load them.

Susan, being American, was no stranger to firearms. As she got up, she angrily fired another shot at Boss Wu’s groin.

Boss Wu squealed like a stuck pig.

"Move, or I’ll shoot," Susan warned, not wanting to kill anyone, not out of fear, but to avoid Tang Zheng’s reckoning come autumn.

Next to the door, Zhao Lei and Liu Xi immediately raised their hands to show they meant no harm and moved aside.

Just as Susan stepped forward, intending to jump down, Xiu Yingjie and Liu Man fired their guns simultaneously. The bullets hit the foreigner in the back, and she fell forward instantly.

Xiu Yingjie acted to redeem himself, and true to his nature of doing anything to survive, he had defamed Tang Zheng before because of Cao Rong Xuan. As for Liu Man, she was ruthless. Ever since Li Huiwen had killed her, she’d been eager for bloodshed and took pleasure in the misfortune of others.

Teeth clenched, Xiu Yingjie approached the still-breathing Susan and kicked her wrist, disarming her. He grabbed her hair and dragged her aside.

"Save me," begged Boss Wu, the bullets in his belly stopped by his layers of fat. He hadn’t died but was convulsing in pain, and filth leaked from him, filling the carriage with stench.

His bad reputation served him poorly; even Liu Man, who knew him, didn’t help.

"Get on, get on!" Tang Zheng urged Tao Ran, who was waiting for him.

Lipstick, clad in a tight purple outfit, strode with long legs toward a Chevrolet parked by the roadside. The grenade-touting brute consciously stayed to cover their retreat. He didn’t use the Howling Reaper since its power was overkill—if he fired indiscriminately, not a single newbie on the Greyhound bus would survive, which certainly wasn’t the Group Leader’s tactical intent. Instead, he carried it on his back, gripping an AK47 and firing with exhilaration.

The muzzle flashed as smoke spewed out with each shot. The grenade brute liked the smell; though he was a two-meter-tall muscle-bound guy, he was smart. Pretending to be careless, he dropped the walkie-talkie.

"Don’t pick it up, just go!" Lipstick Girl shouted at the right moment as the grenade brute pretended to bend over to retrieve it.

Tang Zheng couldn’t spare the time to load rocket shells into his RPG-7; he resorted to spraying fire with the Howling Reaper.

"Suppress him; buy time!" Lipstick Girl’s face grew serious. Every Group Leader was a force to be reckoned with. The bullets skimmed so close it felt like they grazed her head, and if it weren’t for the help from a hidden teammate intercepting, she would likely be dead.

After firing over a dozen rounds, Tang Zheng was pinned down by an enemy in hiding, unable to focus his attack on Lipstick Girl. He dodged as others sought shelter on the bus.

"Drive!" The grenade brute leapt into the Chevrolet, stretching out the AK47 through the window and laying down covering fire, sparks flying as bullets struck the cement ground.

Tang Zheng, clutching his waist, retrieved the fallen walkie-talkie. Having the device at least allowed him to listen to the enemy’s accents and deduce some clues.

"Group Leader, he’s got the walkie-talkie," the grenade brute reported to the Curl-tongue Captain on another channel, vigilantly watching behind.

"Stop killing. We’ve got Eve; completing the mission is what matters," boomed a voice through the walkie-talkie, loud enough for Tang Zheng to hear.

"Eve is in their hands?" Tang Zheng mused, far from blindly happy at finding the girl. He wondered why they stayed to spring a trap. Could the reward be that substantial? If no one else came, wouldn’t they just be wasting time?

"Although we have gift packs and ability users, we can’t be conceited," another voice rang out, seemingly chiding a companion. "Who knows if there are any powerhouses in the opposing team?"

Tang Zheng sprinted towards the bus, but his frown deepened as he glanced at the Chevrolet that was pulling away.

"Not very fast, huh? Could it be poor driving skills?" Tang Zheng licked his cracked lips. He couldn’t see inside the carriage, otherwise he could determine if those two had been communicating with their team. If they knew they had picked up the walkie-talkie and still talked like that, it would undoubtedly be a trap. "The way they spoke, it sounded as if they were explaining it specifically for me."

"We must kill. Slaughtering a group leader, exterminating a team, there will be a lot of points. Only then can we buy more weapons, gain more advantage," a woman’s voice was heard, distinctly iron-blooded, filled with the scent of slaughter.

"Drive, chase that Chevrolet," Tang Zheng leapt onto the bus. He didn’t have much time to deduce, he could only pursue. If it wasn’t a trap, he would waste an opportunity.

Tang Zheng stood in the entrance, unable to push his way in; the carriage was in disarray, with a strong scent of blood and stench drilling into his nostrils.

"Sit down, don’t block the way," the traffic police shouted for the newbies to make way.

When Zhou Meng was at his unit, he once sought help from Ding Jian, who lent a hand, so he dragged the injured man onto the bus.

"Save me, save me!" Boss Wu clutched his belly wound, like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert, seeking help from the people boarding.

Kong Licheng and his group merely glanced and then minded their own business.

"Captain, please help me, I’ll be a cow or horse to repay you in the future," Boss Wu, desperate to live, made a big promise. "When we get back, I’ll give you half my property, no, all of it."

"Keep it for yourself," Tang Zheng glanced at Susan’s corpse, sighed imperceptibly, and then crouched down beside the injured Zhao Dongtao.

"How are you, brother?" Tang Zheng took out a Rapid Recovery Elixir and poured some into his friend’s mouth.

"I’m okay, the bulletproof vest did its job. I was shot in the thigh, but it’s just a flesh wound," the traffic police sniffed at the potion in Tang Zheng’s hand, "What is that? Smells terrible."

"A life-saving thing," reassured by his friend’s condition, Tang Zheng finally relaxed and poured some of the potion into his own mouth as well. After one more use, the bottle would be empty.

"You’re wounded?" Jing Lan noticed the wound at Tang Zheng’s waist and his blood-soaked clothes, her hands trembling.

"I’ll bandage it for you," Liu Man offered eagerly.

"Chase that Chevrolet," Tang Zheng didn’t have the traffic police attack; killing them wouldn’t help him find their base.

"Save me, give me a drink," Ding Jian wailed, pleading with Tang Zheng, his eyes fixed on the potion bottle as he crawled towards it.

Tao Ran agilely pulled out a bandage, ready to dress Tang Zheng’s wound.

Tang Zheng tore open his clothes. The newbies inhaled sharply upon seeing a bloody, gaping hole at his waist—his organs were visible—and wounds on his leg and shoulder.

"Thanks!" Tang Zheng grabbed the hemostatic cotton, pressed it against the wound, and it was immediately soaked with blood. He tossed it aside, replaced it, and then wrapped the bandage around.

Watching Tang Zheng treat his wounds without changing his expression, even the usually conceited Kong Licheng was taken aback, and Dong Zixuan also secretly admired him; this guy was definitely one of the real men.

"What happened just now?" Tang Zheng ignored Ding Jian’s pleas. Boss Wu was critically injured and without help to stop the bleeding, he was already gasping for breath.

Liu Man wouldn’t miss this chance to curry favor and quickly recounted the events. Xiu Yingjie, seeing her downplay her own contribution, quickly interrupted, adding a few words.

"Got it, you all did well, just be quicker next time," Tang Zheng encouraged them. Susan’s death was like a weed, leaving no trace in his heart.

"Little Zhou, please plead for me?" Seeing Tang Zheng ignore him, Ding Jian turned to Zhou Meng for help. "I’ve taken care of you before, remember?"

"I’ve already repaid that. If it weren’t for me, you would’ve been left on the roadside. Besides, when I asked you for help before, I also gave you a gift. I don’t owe you anything now," Zhou Meng wouldn’t waste favors for Ding Jian’s sake; she still needed to save herself and Su Su.

"Zixuan, can you really bear to watch Uncle Ding die? He often took care of you before," Ding Jian turned to Dong Zixuan, knowing well he had helped her because of her family matters.

"Tang Zheng, do you have any more of that medicine?" Dong Zixuan didn’t hesitate, "Give him a drink."

"What are you joking about? That’s exchanged for Tang Zheng’s organs. Why should it be given to this coward who only knows how to run? He wouldn’t have been shot if he hadn’t run the fastest. It’s completely deserved." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to visit qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)