Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1220 - 89: Facing Off

Chapter 1220: Chapter 89: Facing Off

The muzzle flame of the Howling Reaper flickered, bullets carrying the wailing of the Reaper itself, enveloping two Russian soldiers like a storm.

One didn’t react at all and was riddled with holes immediately, while another, with a bowed head, kept an eye on Tang Zheng from the corner of his eyes. As he saw the muzzle turn towards him, he grabbed the shoulder of a passenger in front of him, hoping to use them as a meat shield should anything happen. Unfortunately, the power of the bullets was too great, and pierced through them both.

Broken flesh and limbs flew everywhere, splashing onto nearby passengers, who were terrified, screaming and ducking for cover.

Beard, seeing Tang Zheng open fire, his eyes suddenly sharpened, startled, thinking he had been discovered. Then, seeing that the dead were two unrelated ’passengers’, he thought the handsome fellow must be a psychopathic killer, despite his looks. Taking advantage of the chaos, he moved towards Tang Zheng’s back.

"Don’t move, get down, or I’ll kill you," Tang Zheng pretended to be brutal to scare the passengers, waving the gun to the left before moving it in front of Beard.

Beard, fearing for his life, wanted to act preemptively, but noticing that although the muzzle swung his way, Tang Zheng wasn’t looking in his direction, abandoned that thought, opting for a safe play instead. But before he could dodge, a gunshot rang out.

The bullet tore through Beard’s body, not giving him a chance.

"I was careless, this bastard, he’d discovered me long ago." Beard saw the handsome Chinese youth turn around, with a taunting look in his eyes, realizing the other man had discovered his plot long ago, and everything had been an act to kill him. He tried to fight back, but his body had no strength left.

Tang Zheng pushed away the woman who had her underwear stripped off and quickly chose a fat man, urging him to move rapidly towards the Ukrainian team’s carriage. However, as soon as he stepped into the adjoining carriage, he saw a hulking man standing at the connection, firing a machine gun their way.

The fat man in front didn’t even have time to scream before he was shot in the chest and collapsed. Tang Zheng grabbed his collar, using him as a shield, and fired his handgun with his right hand, the powerful gunfire immediately suppressing the enemy.

Bullets flew in both directions, with the carriage’s passengers suffering the consequences. Some bullets ricocheted off the walls unpredictably, tearing through their bodies; the carriage was a scene of utter chaos, with continuous screams.

"What are you doing, fool, use a grenade!" the muscle-bound Group Leader roared. Seeing Tang Zheng’s swift incursion, his heart clenched involuntarily, knowing he’d encountered a tough opponent.

The Group Leader knew Beard was fierce, an ex-soldier, a veteran of the French Foreign Legion, but having had no chance to shoot just now only proved that the opponent was sharp to an incredible extent.

The Ukrainian survivors didn’t care how many innocent passengers would die as they pulled out two offensive hand grenades, yanked the pins, and prepared to throw them at Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng lifted his forearm, the barrage from his gun left a series of holes in the carriage’s ceiling, and incidentally detonated the two approaching grenades as well.

Boom, boom, the blast wave and flames spread, turning the passengers into a meat grinder, bursting into countless pieces of minced flesh and limbs, blood splattered everywhere, and the screams of the passengers were heartbreaking.

"Throw again, cluster hand grenade," the muscle-bound Group Leader yelled out instructions, joining in the attack. Seeing the Howling Reaper in the other’s hands, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Belyaev, come here, kill him with your ability."

The Group Leader originally wanted to keep Belyaev, who had acquired abilities, as his trump card, to catch the opponent by surprise, but unexpectedly, the other party also had abilities and had found a way to purchase props.

"Taste this!" Tang Zheng wasn’t about to passively take hits; he let go of his Firearms, reached one hand into the gift bag, and pulled out the RPG-7. Without aiming, he fired at the opposite side.

"RPG!" Before the hulking man’s words fell, the rocket shells, with their orange-red tail flames, whizzed through the carriage and hit the small door at the connection.

Boom, scorching air billowed, and the explosion warped the nearby walls. Amidst the creaking, shards of metal flew all around, and the nearby passengers suffered once again.

The two Ukrainian survivors, though not dead from the blast, were injured and significantly weakened, but still stubbornly firing, suppressing Tang Zheng.

With too little room to dodge, Tang Zheng let go of the meat shield, now shot to pieces, and had to fall back. He then took out a rocket shell, swiftly loaded it onto the RPG, and changed the ammunition box for more powerful bullets from the gift bag exchange. He was determined to break through in one fell swoop.

Bullets smashed the glass window in the connecting door, whizzing through, some pinging and ringing as they hit the walls.

Tang Zheng eyed a nearby man who lay on the ground, quivering like a quail. He grabbed the man by the collar, hoisted him up as a shield, and then fired another shot from the rocket launcher.

"RPG!" Lipstick shouted, alerting her comrade.

"I see it," Belyaev said as he casually grabbed a female passenger and threw her with brute force, then swept his left hand, making the vehicle’s wall distort and twist as if squeezed by an invisible giant hand.

The woman thrown out collided with the rocket shell, exploding into minced meat that splashed across half the carriage. Only half a leg hit a glass window and then fell on a man’s head.

Just as Tang Zheng was about to push forward, he saw the vehicle wall coalesce into a two-meter tall Iron Man, charging towards him. Its flailing arms struck, sending nearby passengers flying.