Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1362 - 38: Lost Path

Chapter 1362: Chapter 38: Lost Path

The men in black could neither win nor escape and knew they had no backup for the time being, so they completely found themselves in an awkward position.

Queen Mu had no time to waste here, the Northern Wind Ring strafed, instantly turning one of the men in black into minced meat.

The splattering blood and minced meat both surprised and enraged the men in black. One of them, unable to bear the humiliation, roared in the hope of boosting morale to take a last stand against the enemy, but Tang Zheng had already teleported in front of him.

The warhammer, carrying a fierce momentum, smashed towards the man in black’s head. He dodged, but his cheek was grasped in a tight grip.

With a squelch, Tang Zheng’s big hand brutally crushed the man in black’s head, and the headless corpse fell as a beetle crawled out, which was its true form. However, before it could escape, the group leader stomped it into mush.

"I’ll ask again, where did that man go?" Tang Zheng’s icy gaze swept over the men in black, sending shivers down their spines.

"He went to the ruins," reported a coward who did not want to die. "If you are looking for them, you better hurry because we have sent another powerful team after them."

"Do you recognize this bald man?" Tang Zheng displayed the images of the bald man and the old man on the virtual screen, only to receive a headache-inducing answer.

"I recognize him, a notoriously vile alien species who has formed an anti-government armed group. They are currently on their way to the ruins too!"

"You know quite a lot, don’t you?" Mu Nianqi looked at the speaking man in black, curious. "Are you their team leader?"

"That’s all I know, can I go now?" The man in black with a tattoo on his forehead nodded, silently agreeing.

"You stay, the others can leave!" Tang Zheng needed a guide, and this guy was perfect for the job, "Stop scheming, I know you deliberately said that to set us three forces against each other so you could ultimately benefit from it."

His true intentions exposed, the tattooed man’s face changed color.

Pang Meiqin had already started the bus and was waiting.

"You guys leave the city first!" Tang Zheng communicated with Meiqin over the radio, also sending her the coordinates. He and Mu Nianqi left the museum and were about to retrieve the Hell Motorcycle to leave when Tang Zheng suddenly spotted a reflection out of the corner of his eye.

"Watch out!" Tang Zheng bent his knees slightly, leaping up while at the same time the back thruster kicked into full power, shooting towards a tall building of over eighty floors.

"They’ve spotted us, run!" The two Americans hiding in an office using a telescope to spy on Tang Zheng’s group saw him flying towards them, their faces turning pale as they quickly fled.

The high-powered camera zoomed in, closing in on the view, and Tang Zheng clearly saw two men flash by. Boom, in less than two seconds, he had smashed through the floor-to-ceiling window on the fortieth floor, appearing in the office.

The door was wide open and, due to inertia, was slowly closing.

Tang Zheng didn’t use the main door; his palm light beam shot out, smashing through the wall and exiting through it. He then turned back and saw two bombs installed outside the door. If he had chased through there, he would’ve definitely been ambushed.

Tang Zheng’s sudden intrusion made the entire floor boil like a pot of water; heads popped out, checking what had happened.

Ratatata, Tang Zheng fired the machine gun randomly, intimidating them, and surely no one dared to approach again; they all ducked for cover.

The two Americans were the exceptions. While frantically running away, Tang Zheng’s mobility was too strong, and he gripped their tails.

The Americans rushed to the elevator, furiously pressing the button, staring at the floor display and praying nonstop. Seeing that the opponent was wearing Hellfire, they lost the courage to fight, knowing they couldn’t win yet still resisting, that would be foolish.

"Use the stairs!" One pulled his partner, and they ran towards the stairs. They were not slow, but after going down three floors, a wall was shattered, and a Hellfire suit appeared in front of them.

The Americans made a split decision, their palms came together then moved apart, and countless fireballs shot out from their palms, like a meteor shower, heading for Tang Zheng. Before even making contact, they exploded, spreading a vast spark and fog to block him.

Tang Zheng forcefully broke through, his palm light beam shooting randomly, destroying the stairs; collapse was everywhere, and the two Americans fell down.

This terrain, if one didn’t have flying equipment, was too disadvantageous for fighting, even maintaining balance was strenuous.

The two Americans had only activated their abilities and didn’t even know how to use the First-stage Explosion Seed; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been sent as irrelevant scouts. They were already scared, and with the stairs destroyed, they lost even more will to fight.

Tang Zheng flew to their side, grabbing their necks in one move. As rubble fell, he was unharmed, but the two Americans were bloodied by falling debris.

"Is your group leader Nuclear Flame?" Tang Zheng needed information; otherwise, he would have killed them long ago.

"We can’t tell, we would die if we did," the Americans shook their heads in refusal, trying to escape, but under gravity suppression, their movement was restricted.

A ghost emerged from behind Tang Zheng, its hands reaching for his neck attempting to take over his body.

"Overconfident!" Tang Zheng glared at the American unleashing the ghost, his eyes emitting light beams, effortlessly blowing up his head, "What’s your answer?"

"We really can’t tell!" the Americans still struggled, opening their mouths to release fireballs; they had been cursed by the vice-leader. If they acted contrary to the team’s interests, they would self-destruct.

Tang Zheng waved his hand, dispersing the fireball, and didn’t insist further as he saw the fear in the American’s eyes, genuine and unfeigned.

"Don’t kill me, I’ll talk!" The American was scared, hoping the deputy group leader’s words were a bluff, but before he could answer, he experiences a sharp pain in his chest and cardiac arrest.

Seeing the dimming eyes of the American, who then killed himself, Tang Zheng frowned, swung his arm, and tossed the corpse away, but no sooner had it left his body than there was a loud bang—the corpse exploded with the force of a miniature nuclear bomb, sweeping through the surroundings.

Tang Zheng immediately activated all his shields, teleported, and maxed out his thrusters to escape the center of the explosion. However, his armor still suffered damage, decreasing by fifteen percent.

"It seems the Nuclear Flame team has quite a few powerful members." The ability to make a group member self-destruct seemed very eerie, putting Tang Zheng on alert.

Tang Zheng deactivated the Hellfire, riding the Hell Motorcycle to catch up with the bus, and within five minutes, they regrouped and headed for the ruins.

The ruins were located in a desert in the western part of America. Along the extensive highways, they needed to travel for a whole day. To save time, Lin Weiguo planned to steal a transport plane, but they couldn’t find a military airport, so they had to give up.

The West was too vast, with camel thorns and cacti dotting the yellowish-brown desert on both sides of the highway. It wasn’t barren, just sparsely populated with occasional gas stations and rest areas marking human traces.

Although the bus ride was smooth, the newcomers were still exhausted, especially after losing more than a dozen people, feeling the pressuring proximity of death almost brought them to the brink of collapse.

The newcomers had lost interest in speaking, staring blankly like walking dead, their morale severely dampened.

Tang Zheng studied the map, unwilling to bother with them. Mu Nianqi couldn’t find any potential newcomers who could help, nor did he want to waste time. But Qin Yan and Dong Zixuan tirelessly tried to boost their spirits, albeit with little effect.

"Grandpa, I feel so sick!" The little girl’s face was pale, and she got motion sick. After stating this, she bent over and vomited.

"What are you doing?" A woman sitting next to her, wearing platinum earrings, got splashed with the girl’s vomit on her pants—which offended her as if she had been stepped on a cat’s tail, jumping up and beginning to curse and complain.

"Sorry, she didn’t mean it." The janitor apologized profusely, pulling out a handkerchief and offering it to the woman.

"It’s disgusting, don’t touch me!" The earring lady screamed, hastily retreating as if the old man’s hand carried the plague.

"Auntie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to." The little girl, enduring her discomfort, apologized to the earring lady, "I’ll help you wash your clothes."

"Forget it, just my bad luck." Seeing the dirt on her pants, the earring lady grimaced in disgust and tried to change her seat, only to be blocked by Ruan Feifei. "What are you doing?"

Slap, the hostess swung her hand, striking the earring lady on the cheek, "Get lost."

The earring lady did not dare to retaliate. Her lips quivered a few times before she stepped aside.

"Good that you know your place!" The hostess crouched in front of the girl, touched her forehead, and frowned, "There’s trouble, she’s got a fever again."

Lu Fan grimaced slightly, somewhat disgusted, knowing that Ruan Feifei was doing this for Tang Zheng’s attention, to curry favor.

Gu Xueqi and Dong Zixuan came over to treat the little girl.

"Her constitution is weak; she can’t handle such jolts anymore," Gu Xueqi sighed. The little girl needed to rest, but what they lacked the most right now was a comfortable environment.

"Thank you, sister, I’m okay, I can hold on," the little girl tried to smile, not wanting anyone to worry or to be considered a burden, as that would lead to being despised.

"Where does it hurt? Tell Auntie!" Dong Zixuan looked at the girl’s dry, pale lips with heartache, "Why should such a sensible child suffer like this?"

"You should ask Trojan!" Tang Zheng crouched next to the girl, touched her forehead, "What do you want to eat? Uncle will get it for you!"

"No need, I’m not hungry," the little girl clutched her grandfather’s hand, looking around at these concerned faces, suddenly feeling not as unwell.

Tang Zheng summoned the Daylily, shedding healing light on the little girl.

Mu Nianqi shook his head, truly a soft-hearted guy.

"You shouldn’t waste life energy, we’re counting on you for the final battle." Sha Ou knew these words would offend, but they had to be said.

"Yixin, Bi Yun, distribute some food to everyone!" Tang Zheng didn’t respond, continuing to study the map and plan. The Nuclear Flame team, like a massive mountain, weighed heavily on his mind.

"You should eat something too!" Li Xinlan handed Tang Zheng an open can of canned food. Tao Ran originally intended to do this but receded to the back upon seeing this.

Tang Zheng was not hungry nor had the appetite, but to replenish his energy, he forced himself to shove it into his mouth.

The carriage was filled with the sound of chewing, quite oppressive.

"Look ahead, there’s a small town. Let’s stop and rest a bit!" (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for it and support it, which is my greatest motivation.)