Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1219 - 88: The Cunning Group Leader (Three More)

Chapter 1219: Chapter 88: The Cunning Group Leader (Three More)

"Based on the subway transit time, the opponent’s reaction, and the speed of personnel reaching the location, even if it was an ambush, it should be in the fifth or sixth carriage," Tang Zheng pressed on rapidly.

The Trojan limited the physical fitness of the group leaders, but the utilization rate of their enhanced brains remained unchanged. Like IQ, the Trojan could beat the survivors into idiocy, but it absolutely couldn’t make them any dumber. However, making a clear, organized analysis under such chaotic circumstances was not something ordinary group leaders could do. This was the result of numerous experiences, heightened awareness, and quick reactions—reasons why group leaders could hold their own.

"No, I have to force him to look at me," the gunshots ahead were intense, and the battle situation was urgent. Tang Zheng glanced around the carriage and immediately grabbed the collar of a woman wearing a suit pencil skirt and yanked her up.

"Don’t kill me!" The woman sobbed and wailed, crying out for mercy, pushing against Tang Zheng with her hands.

With a slap, Tang Zheng showed no mercy, striking the blonde’s face and leaving a clear handprint, for every second of delay could mean the death of a comrade.

"Get up, run forward, or I’ll kill you," Tang Zheng pulled up another fashionably dressed woman, wearing a figure-hugging dress, long legs wrapped in silk stockings, and high-heels, quite tall and sexy, but Tang Zheng had no time to appreciate.

The two women were somewhat resistant, stumbling along. Tang Zheng wasn’t about to let them dawdle.

"Run fast, or this will be your fate." Tang Zheng swung the Howling Reaper and smashed it into the head of a male passenger, creating a gash as blood instantly overwhelmed his cheek.

The two women screamed and ran forwards quickly, with Tang Zheng following closely behind.

"Almost there, it’s the carriages up ahead," as they passed through the connection door between carriages, Tang Zheng suddenly sped up, caught up with the woman in front, grabbed her by the collar, then forcefully tore off her dress with a ripping sound.

The woman was startled, reflexively reaching to cover her chest.

Hearing the woman’s scream and the sound of tearing clothes, passengers who were initially crouching on both sides immediately shifted their gaze, all staring at the woman.

Tang Zheng, holding the woman’s arm in one hand, yanked off her underwear. Even amidst the danger, some men couldn’t control their gazes, taking in the view.

Tang Zheng, however, was unaffected. His inquiring eyes moved quickly like a printer scanning every corner of the carriage, taking in every face of the passengers.

"Damn it, none here." Tang Zheng’s memory was already good, and since it had not been taken away after enhancement, he had already memorized a few faces when he saw them firing in the carriage at the platform. Of course, not everyone.

Only Tang Zheng ran into the carriage. Most people, for their own safety, would inadvertently sneak a glance at him—an instinctual response to see who it was, though this would inherently be brief. Tang Zheng couldn’t see all of their faces, so he brought a woman with him. Suddenly stripping off her clothes was using a psychological tactic—the shocking effect of such an incident would naturally make everyone, irrespective of gender, involuntarily look over and freeze for a few seconds. Men naturally wanted to see the woman’s nudity, while women worried about suffering the same fate.

Tang Zheng pushed the woman in front of the door out of the way and continued running; the woman in the pencil skirt saw all the eyes turning back and also turned her head, seeing the plight of the woman behind her, she became frightened,

"Run, or I’ll shoot you," Tang Zheng threatened the woman, giving her a push. The passengers in the carriage prayed that he would leave quickly. As for the safety of that woman, at best they felt sympathy, but definitely wouldn’t help.

By letting the woman walk ahead, she could also serve as a meat shield; thus, as Tang Zheng passed through the middle of the carriage, he pulled up another woman, naturally a beautiful one, as otherwise, she wouldn’t attract the passengers’ attention.

Passing through the carriage connection, Tang Zheng went through his usual routine, grabbing the woman’s collar and fiercely tearing down her suit, along with the shirt inside.

The woman screamed, clutching her chest, instinctively wanting to crouch down, but Tang Zheng grabbed her arm and ripped off her underwear.

Tang Zheng paid no mind to the woman by his side, scanning the carriage.

A few men actually had greedy eyes, swallowing their saliva, wishing Tang Zheng would strip off all the clothes on the woman.

Tang Zheng’s gaze grew sharp, and he tried to keep his face expressionless. He saw a somewhat familiar-looking man who glanced at a woman and then turned his eyes toward himself before quickly lowering his head.

"Something’s not right, could there be another one?" In this situation, even if Tang Zheng didn’t recognize the person’s face, it wouldn’t matter. If the person didn’t look this way, that would also indicate they were up to no good. By examining passengers’ facial expressions and subtle movements, one could fully deduce their identities. If they were there to assassinate him, they certainly wouldn’t show much panic or fear, as those dispatched by the Group Leader are never mere newbies.

Without the restraint of law, it was better to err on the side of killing rather than letting go, but Tang Zheng was a cautious man and his mind worked quickly, leaving him puzzled about some things.

"Looking at their facial features, these people seem not to be of the same ethnicity, so they probably aren’t from the same Trojan Room. But why are they all gathered here? This isn’t a support battle; different nationalities shouldn’t be appearing."

The muscle-bound man who fell off the car seemed unlikely to make such a basic mistake. Even if he had, why didn’t he call for help instead of decisively fleeing for his life? And the woman in the leather clothes also fled quickly, showing no intention of helping him...

"Wait, could this be another team’s trap? Using Eve as bait to have us kill each other? To weaken our team’s strength, ultimately benefiting as the third party?" Tang Zheng dismissed this thought. If that was the case, how could this woman be explained? She surely couldn’t thrive in both teams, the Group Leader isn’t an idiot.

All these thoughts raced through Tang Zheng’s brain in a few seconds, becoming a chaotic mess, which he then pushed to the back of his mind. The priority now was to not hesitate and to kill the hidden target first.

"Testing you all one more time." Tang Zheng reached for the woman’s chest, pinched it, and pretended to be smug as he grabbed her pencil skirt and pulled it down.

The passengers were treated to a show, but the three targets Tang Zheng was focusing on didn’t care about the woman, instead using the chance to observe her as a way to steal glances at Tang Zheng.

"These guys seem to be professional soldiers!" Tang Zheng muttered as he pushed the woman forward, moving past the men without looking at them but chuckling internally. They definitely weren’t together; the two men on the right had exchanged glances, and they even looked over at the long-faced man on the left, who paid no attention to them. Instead, he kept his hands in his pockets, crouched on the ground, pretending to be scared, waiting for Tang Zheng to pass before striking from behind.

"Indeed, there are two teams," Tang Zheng had confirmed. The long-faced guy might be brave but also somewhat foolish. The style of his Manchester United team uniform was that of the real world, and Tang Zheng didn’t even need to guess to know his identity.

In such a situation, the muscle-bound group leader couldn’t possibly catch every little detail, nor did he expect the bearded man to open his coat.

"FU~CK, lucky with the ladies. Kill him later, snatch a babe, and have some fun." The bearded man plotted, waiting for Tang Zheng to get closer, completely unaware that he had exposed himself.

The other two didn’t make a move either, but they were anxious. The beard showing up here meant he was there to kill Tang Zheng. Once combat started, they might get involved. Should they fight or continue to hide at the risk of getting injured?

Just as Tang Zheng anticipated, this was a trap set by the Curl-tongue Captain, a third-order group leader who had activated Hero Mode. He was brave and talented and also knew the Easter egg secret that the vending machine could purchase props, so he had collected items from all the vending machines, got the gift package, and his overall strength was quite formidable.

With this status, at the start of the game, he had already killed several Tyrants and Lickers, naturally obtaining the Seed. The activation by the lipstick was because the woman was a spy with strong skills, so even if successful, it wouldn’t be a waste. However, the other soldiers, who were excellent group members, he couldn’t bear to waste. As for the other newbies, they were just Cannon Fodder reserves.

The lipstick didn’t disappoint. Not only did she activate her ability, but she also possessed a bizarre transformation ability. Upon touching her opponents, she could transform into their appearance. Thus, after locating Eve first, the Curl-tongue Captain didn’t take her away but instead formulated a hunting plan.

The Ukrainians arrived later, thinking they had gotten the upper hand. Little did they know that with her ability, the lipstick easily killed a heavyweight woman, then transformed into her appearance, took her place, and continued to undercover...

If the Curl-tongue Captain’s plan succeeded, it would entirely wipe out two teams, and God was favoring them. The American Team had run into the Chinese team, unwittingly starting a battle that complicated the original plan but promised greater rewards.

A minor mishap was the grenade man’s death; Curl-tongue failed to kill the American team leader, but that guy’s elite teammates were nearly wiped out, leaving no significant threat anyway, and he still had a way to locate him whenever needed.

"Two against one, should I kill them first?" Tang Zheng pretended to be nonchalant as he walked onward, his mind rapidly strategizing on how to use them to launch a counterattack and even trap the enemies lurking in the shadows.

"No more, can’t think of anything. Kill one as I can," he thought, as gunshots grew increasingly intense ahead. Tang Zheng had no better plan. As he was about to pass the two men, he deliberately looked their way.

Because they were up to no good, the two men looked down, avoiding Tang Zheng’s gaze. He had been waiting for this moment, raised his gun’s muzzle, and went for a sneak attack.