Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1222 - 89: Counterattack_3

Chapter 1222: Chapter 89: Counterattack_3

"Hit them with RPGs, but only target the newbies," Tang Zheng was worried at first that if Eve died by mistake, he could be erased. But after seeing four teams show up, he was no longer concerned. Plus, he had not found Eve’s team. The number of teams was definitely more than ten, so the threat of being erased for failing the mission seemed unlikely. From previous missions, he discovered that Trojan wasn’t a pervert who took pleasure in killing, but was conducting a selection process. The threat of erasure was also to encourage active combat and to prevent loafing."

If Eve died, everyone would fail and would surely be assigned other missions—at most, they would be subject to cruel punishment but not death, with no rewards to boot.

Dong Zixuan realized the situation in the fight had changed. After she shouted to kill Eve and concentrated their firepower, the muscular group leader started to believe her. To protect the young girl, three group members had already died.

"Impressive," the traffic police conveyed through the walkie-talkie, having heard the conversation between Tang Zheng and the policewoman. He finally realized that without taking this approach, the enemy could deploy more soldiers to stop them. Now, they were holding back to protect Eve.

Inside the carriage at this moment, blood flowed like a river, and the walls were twisted out of shape.

Boom, Zhao Dongtao fired a rocket shell, and the muscular group leader threw out an injured newbie as a meat shield. In response, a man on their side armed with an AT-4 fired back.

Dong Zixuan released her ability, magma rupturing through the subway floor, but alas, it was too slow to intercept the rocket shell. The explosion sent shrapnel flying, and Dong Zixuan’s group had to retreat.

"Don’t panic, hold steady," Tang Zheng quickly reminded them after hearing screams through the walkie-talkie as someone was hit by a bullet.

"It must be that Chinese group leader who discovered them," the Curl-tongue Captain anxiously sat on the car, waiting. He tried to contact the two subordinates tailing the Ukrainian team, but got no response and immediately knew something was wrong. These were soldiers who had fought in Chechnya, who couldn’t even get a message out before dying, indicating the strength of their opponent.

In order not to expose her identity, Lipstick had turned off her walkie-talkie, so the Curl-tongue Captain couldn’t reach her, infuriating him in that moment.

"Don’t panic, we’ve planted bugs after all, can’t lose them," David cradled his SVD, consoling the captain while internally drumming his fingers. Could the Chinese team be that strong?

Lipstick became scared. The Chinese team’s assault was fierce; in less than three minutes of combat, they had lost seven corpses, and it seemed they wouldn’t hold much longer. She prayed continuously for the subway to reach the station so they could take the chance to escape. To hell with the mission.

"What’s up with your ability?" Tang Zheng was about to get angry, not having taken down the opponent for so long, and was expending a great deal of energy against the Iron Man, otherwise he couldn’t have repelled them.

"There’s no magma here," the policewoman admitted her frustration, feeling powerless without her home-field advantage.

"What are you thinking? If you can’t kill him, then disconnect the car behind so he can’t catch up. What a waste of your ability," the muscular group leader roared. Belyaev just wasn’t using her power efficiently.

"Blow up the carriage connection so they’ll stop; then we’ll fight them on the ground," Tang Zheng had just finished shouting when Belyaev’s ability further damaged the carriage wall, and the Iron Man stopped chasing him and began dismantling the carriage instead. The muscular group leader initially wanted to kill Tang Zheng and steal the spoils of war, but now his own life was at stake.

The policewoman was about to release her ability to burn through the carriage but was stopped by Tang Zheng.

"Conserve your ability. Use rocket shells to blast off the connecting section," Tang Zheng’s carriage had already broken off, and due to inertia, it had yet to stop.

Killing the Iron Man took too much time, so Tang Zheng opened fire on it, shattering its legs before disregarding the monster that was crawling toward him and loaded a rocket shell. He fired it at the rear of the carriage twenty meters away.

Boom, a dazzling fireball rose, and shrapnel scattered. If not for the Iron Man serving as a meat shield, several would have been killed.

"Full firepower, stop them!" the muscular group leader ordered, worrying about the dismantling of the carriage. All the general-purpose machine guns opened fire, and Lipstick, holding an AT-4, blasted it away.

If it weren’t for the A-level weapons, the Warhammer team wouldn’t have stood a chance against the onslaught. Still, Qin San was hit in the chest and killed; the traffic police’s right arm was injured and couldn’t be lifted. The others were somewhat impacted by the blast from the hand grenades, resulting in mild tinnitus.

Zhao Dongtao fired another rocket shell, finally severing the connection. The three middle carriages began to slow down.

"What do we do?" Lipstick asked in panic, with the other newbies staring at the muscular group leader, waiting for orders.

"You protect Eve. Belyaev, summon the Iron Man, let’s break through," the muscular group leader replaced his ammunition box. "If you don’t want to die, then fight for your lives and carve a bloody path."

The distance between the two parties gradually widened, with gunfire not ceasing.

As Tang Zheng reloaded his RPG-7, he sprinted towards the half-bodied Iron Man puppet, stepping on a chair and then the carriage wall to vault over the Iron Man’s head, before leaping off the carriage and running wild through the tunnel.

"Group Leader, that guy from the back is catching up again," one of the survivors opened fire at Tang Zheng, watching his fearless sprint and becoming scared. Was this man crazy?

"You go, open fire, suppress, don’t you understand?" the muscular group leader kept his cool, concentrating his forces on the front to cut a path through.

The survivor who was called out had just reached the rear of the carriage and hadn’t started shooting when a rocket shell came flying towards him, striking him squarely, blowing him to pieces.

The survivor’s face paled.

Tang Zheng spared no ammunition, seeking the brutal shock of death to crush their morale and make victory easier.

"A bunch of useless garbage." The muscular group leader had looked at the map and knew how long it would take to reach the next station. After estimating the time and learning that a single person couldn’t stop Tang Zheng, he decisively issued an order, "Move, focus fire on the group leader at the back."

Now that Tang Zheng was separated from the main group of newbies and relying on his and Belyaev’s abilities, the muscular group leader was confident he could take him down. Once killed, not only would they get the spoils of war, but the Chinese team would surely collapse. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)