Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1225 - 92 Virus Disturbance

Chapter 1225: Chapter 92 Virus Disturbance

"Do you feel discomfort anywhere? Can you still walk?" Tang Zheng squatted next to Zhao Xiong, inspecting his wounds. Though his body had multiple abrasions that looked terrifying, they were actually not severe.

"No, I’m fine!" Zhao Xiong stood up, not wanting to be treated as a burden. He already felt bad enough for not being able to fight just now.

"Good, let’s move out." Tang Zheng glanced at the traffic police and Zhao Dongtao and noticed that his own injuries were more serious than theirs. However, after drinking the same dose of potion, he was recovering at least twice as fast as them.

Tang Zheng thought that the Trojan had limited the group leaders’ physical fitness, but not their immune system. In reality, it was the integration of the virus that had remodeled his body, a robust metabolism was accumulating energy for his body, maintaining every cell, and allowing him to run endlessly like a perpetual motion machine.

While Tang Zheng was fighting in the subway tunnel, nighttime New York was also under attack by terrorists. Three intercontinental missiles, carrying biochemical virus warheads, slipped through the clouds and, after successfully deceiving the missile defense system, crashed viciously into the bustling city.

Boom, boom— one missile buried itself into a skyscraper, bringing it down, while another fell onto Wall Street, creating a magnificent fireball. The ignited buildings illuminated the night sky like a fireworks show in the height of summer.

People near the explosion site cried out as they fled, unaware that a more brutal opera had just begun. The parasitic virus leaked out instantly and spread rapidly.

Terrorists hiding within the city also began their operations, shouting slogans about holy war and detonating biochemical grenades they carried, releasing virus-laden gas.

"What’s going on?" The Curl-tongue Captain’s fleet witnessed the explosion of a missile. Still in shock, the city’s network system was hacked, and a man wearing a white skeleton mask appeared on television stations and online, claiming responsibility for the terrorist activity.

"This city is finished." After listening to the terrorists’ announcement and watching the continuous switching of explosion scenes on the screen, David’s face was stern, and he exhaled a ring of smoke.

"Let’s go, let’s get out of here first." The Curl-tongue Captain abandoned the pursuit of Eve. Initiating a team battle amidst zombies was to no one’s benefit. Those Chinese bringing the young girl would have a harder time escaping; even if they broke out of New York, their losses would be substantial. Moreover, he could set up an ambush in advance, as the route to deliver Eve to her father would certainly not change, especially since he had tampered with her.

"What if Eve is dead?" Another female special agent hesitated, not liking her life to rely on uncertain probabilities.

"If she’s dead, she’s dead." The Curl-tongue Captain couldn’t be bothered to explain; if the others could wipe out the Ukrainian group and escape from a zombie-surrounded New York, there would be no problem. Besides, even if the young girl died, the Trojan wouldn’t execute them, at most the punishment would be a bit harsher.

"Eve’s father is actually in France, that’s quite the distance." After securing Eve, Simpson’s location was also marked on the map on the Wristwatch, causing the traffic police to feel troubled; completing the mission was indeed not going to be easy.

After running for less than five minutes, Tang Zheng estimated that the next stop was approaching and had everyone walk to rest a bit. Otherwise, entering combat in such a state would definitely be the end.

In the dimly lit passage, the chaotic footsteps and heavy breathing made for an oppressively tense atmosphere. Even Lipstick, who had undergone training, felt panic while blindfolded and pleaded with Tang Zheng several times to remove her eye patch.

"Endure it," Tang Zheng said as he took out a bottle of mineral water, took a gulp, and then passed it to Zhao Dongtao.

"Who’s there?" Dong Zixuan, ever vigilant, saw a man up ahead and immediately shouted loudly, raising the Howling Reaper.

The man walked slowly, and the light from the ceiling lamp cast several elongated shadows over him.

"It’s Zhuo Yijie!" Tang Zheng turned on his tactical flashlight and shone it on the man’s face.

"You coward, you still have the face to come back," Zhao Xiong said angrily, running over and grabbing Zhuo Yijie by the collar. Remembering his own tumble from the vehicle that resulted in severe injuries, he felt he couldn’t leave without giving the guy a thrashing.

Bang, Zhao Xiong’s fist landed on Zhuo Yijie’s eye, leaving a dark bruise. The latter did not resist, and everyone thought it was because Zhuo Yijie felt guilty and did not dare to fight back. Only Tang Zheng sensed something was wrong.

"Zhao Xiong, get back here!" Tang Zheng’s brow furrowed deeply as he drew his Desert Eagle, aiming it at Zhuo Yijie. It was totally irrational for Zhuo Yijie not to scream when beaten.

The newcomers were startled by Tang Zheng’s vigilance and quickly raised their guns, targeting Zhuo Yijie.

"What? You’re letting him off just like that? That’s letting him off too easy!" Zhao Xiong wanted to show off and flatter Tang Zheng. He still had hold of Zhuo Yijie’s collar and didn’t let go. As he turned his head, intending to land a few more punches, he saw Zhuo Yijie’s mouth suddenly split into four parts like a chrysanthemum and lean towards his head.

Before Tang Zheng could get a good shooting angle and take a couple of steps to adjust his position—slurp—four tentacle-like pieces of flesh, like octopus arms, had already ensnared Zhao Xiong’s head.

Zhao Xiong’s world went dark as a foul smell assaulted his nose, and his face was covered in slime. Then, a duck egg-sized parasitic egg wrapped in tentacles was forcefully shoved into his esophagus. The sensation of being stuffed made him retch, but it was to no avail—as he couldn’t even make a sound for help.