Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 371 - 8: Newbie and the 12 Model Competition Girls

Chapter 371: Chapter 8: Newbie and the 12 Model Competition Girls

After finding a small diner in the small town and settling for a dinner of half a kilo of meat buns and two meat sandwiches, Tang Zheng began to walk towards the sparse village fields after stalling for over an hour. At nine o’clock, the teleportation started.

"Seems a bit early tonight!" Tang Zheng glanced at the crescent moon hanging in the night sky, then squatted on the ground to minimize his visibility. When he recovered his vision, he was back in the familiar room with the pale white walls.

"Yew! Silver, why am I the first one again?" Tang Zheng looked around to ensure nothing had changed, then walked toward the door. Unfortunately, the door handle still wouldn’t turn. He asked, "Where does this door lead?"

The black cube remained stationary in the center of the floor, giving no response.

The teleportation continued. This time, it was a couple that looked to be almost sixty years old. They seemed to have just experienced a heartbreaking separation. The old woman, wearing a white patient uniform, lay pale on the floor. The old man held her hand with one hand while clutching a handful of pills with the other.

"Where is this place?" The old woman woke up, sat up straight, and looked around in confusion. She turned to her husband and was about to say something when she saw the pills in his hand. Her face went pale, and she said anxiously, "Did you really take sleeping pills?"

"I thought you might be lonely if you went alone." The old man gave a simple smile, then frowned and turned to Tang Zheng. "Young man, where is this?"

Before Tang Zheng could answer, the old man turned to his wife with concern, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

"After entering this room, all diseases on the body are eliminated." Tang Zheng hesitated for a moment but decided to tell them, "But you two are already dead."

"Dead? That’s good." The old man’s face was calm, holding his wife’s hand tightly. "It seems we can never be separated now."

"What a content elderly couple!" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth teleported in, chewing gum. He loosened his neck and then stared at Tang Zheng. His shoulder was slung with an 03 automatic rifle and he wore an American soldier’s uniform, with a twenty-liter combat backpack on his back.

"Hello, newbie, I’m Liu Heng." The youth walked towards Tang Zheng, deliberately fiddling with the gun on his chest in an attempt to evoke Tang Zheng’s envy.

"Was this piece of goods able to survive a round?" Tang Zheng nodded, recognizing the newcomer by the look on his face and demeanor. The conquerors had gone to other Trojan Rooms last round, leaving the newcomers to fight for themselves, "Was it a low difficulty, or did a sharp group leader help them survive?"

"Hey, Brother Gao Yu." This time, a sturdy young man was teleported in. As soon as Liu Heng saw him, he greeted him and ran over, leaving Tang Zheng behind. He gleefully showed off his outfit, "Check out this camo, ordered it online, genuine military gear."

After Liu Heng finished speaking, he stomped his foot a few times proudly to show off his brand new desert military boots.

"I spent tens of thousands of yuan on this outfit. Look, an extreme force folding knife, top quality!" Gao Yu was also dressed in American style, except he wore an M88 helmet on his head. He was currently waving around a folding knife, bragging to Liu Heng.

"Huh, why did they teleport so soon?" A girl in her early twenties appeared, her upper body teleporting in first. She had dyed red hair and was still wearing her pajamas. She was now fumbling around anxiously, "Where’s my backpack? Where’s my gun?"

Due to her arm still being teleported, the move looked strange. The old couple were already scared stiff.

"Don’t panic, Hui Hui, I brought a lot of supplies, there’s enough for you." Liu Heng glanced at the girl’s chest and quickly averted his gaze, looking shy.

"Phew, glad I got it." Tan Hui held her backpack in one hand and the strap of the M4A1 equipped with a grenade launcher in the other. She sighed in relief and then smiled, "How did you guys spend your millions? If I had known, I would have exchanged it for US dollars. I checked the exchange rate yesterday. We could have made over a million more."

Seeing the three survivors who, like him, had exchanged RMB, Tang Zheng felt balanced. He was eager to see their bitter expressions when they realised that exchanging RMB was the most foolish consumption method.

This time, a couple in their late twenties were teleported in. The man appeared strong and tall, over 1.9 meters, with dark skin. He was holding a watermelon knife, looking fierce and ready to fight. The woman was sitting on the ground, crying. She wore a large sweater and wide pants, which made her protruding belly more noticeable; she was clearly six or seven months pregnant.

"A burglar?" Liu Heng was startled and lifted his 03 automatic rifle nervously, aiming at the man. He shouted, "Don’t move."

"Idiot, you haven’t even pulled the bolt." Gao Yu pulled the bolt with a click, aiming his M200 sniper rifle at him.

Tan Hui, stunned for a moment, dropped her backpack, held the gun with both hands, and aimed at the man.

The man with the watermelon knife was also startled by the throat of the rifle, but he didn’t drop his knife and instead stared menacingly at them.

"Don’t shoot, he’s my husband." The pregnant wife yelled, causing everyone in the room to breathe a sigh of relief.

"What’s going on?" Gao Yu, being the eldest, naturally took on the responsibility of asking.

"My wife was hit by someone, am I not allowed to fight back?" The dark-skinned man shouted fearlessly, "You are trying to scare someone with those three air guns."

"Do you want to give it a try?" Liu Heng, young and energetic, could not tolerate the contempt for the real gun in his hand.

"Stop it." His pregnant wife stopped Liu Heng, struggled to stand up and scolded, "Chu Baichuan, are you trying to make me mad?"

"Take it easy, my dear." Chu Baichuan immediately ran to his wife’s side, his face filled with tenderness, "Don’t disturb the fetus."

"Where are we?" Chu Baichuan helped his wife up, asked a question, but still felt unpleasant, "I must kill the damned driver who caused the accident, or I’m not satisfied."

"You’re already dead." Tan Hui murmured with a frown. The pregnant wife heard it, her body trembled instantly.

"It’s possible, I saw you lying in a pool of blood. I was about to chop that guy, then I was hit too." Chu Baichuan, being bold and careless, didn’t understand what Tan Hui’s words meant until a few seconds later. He asked back, "Are you saying we’re all dead?"

"Yes." The next one to be teleported in was a young man approximately 1.8m tall, with a well-proportioned body and slightly dark skin, clearly indicating regular exercise.

He had short, clean-cut hair, wore black-framed glasses, a black suit, and black leather shoes, carried a black mountaineering bag, even his shirt and tie were black.

"Brother Zongqi, you’re here." Liu Heng and the others immediately greeted Zongqi. Tan Hui’s eyes were full of admiration.

"Is this the team leader?" Tang Zheng’s gaze had just moved over when he noticed that the young man named Zongqi had just withdrawn his gaze from sizing him up.

"Uncle, I’m here." Lu Fan, with a backpack, teleported into the room and immediately ran towards Tang Zheng. He then looked at him, grabbed his trouser leg and whispered, "Did four survive the last round? Such a unique outfit."

Dantai Zongqi nodded to his three little brothers, then went over to lean against the wall and sat down with his knees wrapped. He was checking the Trojan List on his wristwatch, mumbling and asking the smartwatch some questions.

Everyone quickly turned their eyes away from this all-black guy, looking at two border defense soldiers being teleported in. They were just startled when they entered, but then they quickly made tactical movements. Half squatted on the ground, they both grabbed the 81 automatic rifles hung on their chests, alerting their surroundings. One of them shouted out a warning, "Put down the gun!"

"Don’t panic, we’re on the same side." Gao Yu quickly explained, and the two border defense soldiers slightly relaxed their vigilance.

"Is that an M200 sniper rifle? Can’t buy it as a civilian." The gaze of one of the soldiers fell on Gao Yu’s firearm, his face was full of admiration.

"Have you seen a Type 03 automatic rifle?" Liu Heng was showing off his gun, but he got two rolling eyes in return.

A fatty burped, exhaled a mouthful of liquor, and after turning over, shouted twice for a prostitute, then immediately fell back to sleep.

Then, a young man brought a 12 or 13-year-old boy into the room, just as they were about to question where they were, an urban management officer and a peddler in a green coat came in, entangled with each other.

"Damn, you actually stabbed me with a knife." The urban management officer loosens his hand holding his belly, sighed in relief after seeing no blood, then jumped up in a swear and fury, savagely kicked the peddler lying on the ground.

The peddler was scared pale, thinking he had stabbed someone to death. Seeing the officer was fine, he had lost his courage to fight back, only covering his head protecting his vital part, allowing himself to be beaten and scolded.

"Stop." Two border defense soldiers rushed up, one handcuffed the management officer, and the other helped up the peddler.

The officer cursed, but quickly closed his mouth, his eyes bulging, staring at the front with disbelief.

A total of twelve girls were teleported in, they all wore bold and revealing three-point swimsuits, only pinned with a round number plate on their waist. They were all chatting away, instantly filling the room with fragrant femininity, everywhere they looked were soft white thighs and arms.

"These are girls participating in the national model contest, I’ve watched their competition." Liu Heng became excited, shouting, "That one is Yu Peilan, the most popular contestant for the championship."

Tang Zheng glanced once and pulled his gaze back. He opened the Trojan List. One hundred points could buy driving methods for four types of vehicles. Of course, if you choose a helicopter, you could drive any model of helicopter, but not a fighter or civil aircraft.

"Uncle, wait until you have a military helicopter to buy, it’s a waste to buy now." Lu Fan sniffed her nose. She was looking at the price of the vehicles, and then she was crestfallen. It was all too expensive for her to afford. (To be continued. If you like this novel, please vote for it on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)