Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 395 - 30 Two Deaths

Chapter 395: Chapter 30 Two Deaths

"Dantai, can we seize that infantry armored car?" Gao Yu was sprinting with his rifle, panting and shouting. He really didn’t want to come back empty-handed. He glanced back and saw the armored vehicle had not only stopped but was also adjusting its body, aiming its rifled cannon at them.

"Fuck, what is it doing? Bombardment?" Gao Yu’s speed increased a little, urgently like a rabbit, with eight unfortunate guys desperately fleeing into the fir tree forest.

"Spread out!" Dantai and Old Gao shouted, at the same time moving away from the small team. Gathering in one spot would definitely make them a target for attack. As long as they dispersed, there would at least be an interval for the enemy to choose a target, giving them enough time to run into the fir tree forest.

With a thud, Grigory stepped into the void and fell into the snow. Old Pavel ran past him, grabbed his arm, and started dragging him up.

"Being a carriage master is indeed more comfortable." A single person simply could not operate this war chariot. At the very least, it required two people to operate. If he encountered danger, Tang Zheng could only flee. He couldn’t hope to have a clone to climb into the turret to operate the fire control system.

"I hope Pang Meiqin has bought all of the land vehicle posturing techniques." Tang Zheng opened the hatch, crawled out, and shouted at the eight unfortunate guys who had just run into the forest," Dantai, Old Gao, it’s me!"

"Fuck, it’s Tang Zheng." Gao Yu jumped, his face full of disbelief, "Where did this guy steal the infantry armored car from?"

The other wastelanders were also astonished. This thing was a deadly weapon. Apart from the Council, perhaps only the Freedom Group might have a few.

"Why bother wondering about that? At least you don’t have to steal an armored vehicle now." Dantai put away his rifle, spit, and walked out from the forest, looking rather crestfallen. They had really lost face just now.

Tang Zheng, sitting on the top of the car with a Finnish star, took out a piece of chocolate and took a bite, then waved at them.

"Group leader, with this, you won’t worry about eating and drinking for a lifetime." Little Pavel caressed the armor of the war chariot. Although it was cold, he didn’t feel repulsed, touching it as if he was touching a lover’s skin, even giving it a kiss.

"Maintenance is a big problem, not to mention oil and ammunition." Grigory looked at Tang Zheng and asked, "Can you fix it?"

"You can learn if you don’t know, but supply is a problem. If the Steel Council sees it, they will certainly snatch it." Sholokhov sighed, not optimistic about Tang Zheng, "Unless you can establish your own power like the Duan Gang Mercenary Corps."

"How did you get it? It can’t be a proper robbery, right? This war chariot is a battalion-level equipment, definitely equipped with dozens of infantry. Could it be stolen?" Old Pavel looked envious and kept speculating, but he denied all the possibilities. If anyone got into the chariot, Tang Zheng would have no chance.

The other wastelanders also pricked up their ears to eavesdrop, hoping they could get one too if possible.

"Picked it up." Tang Zheng, too lazy to explain, smiled and said, "Aren’t you coming in? There’s heating."

"Just say so, where’s the turret chamber?" Gao Yu jumped onto the turret and started to pull the hatch open.

"Old Gao, can you drive?" Tang Zheng patted the top of the car, trying to find a driver, but the latter shook his head helplessly.

"I can." Dantai jumped up, took a look, and got into the driving cabin. Soon, the engine began to roar.

Tang Zheng stared at Dantai for a moment, then pointed to the back, "The rest of you, get inside."

As soon as the eight miserable guys entered the war chariot, they immediately enjoyed the warm air rushing towards them. It was so comfortable they almost cried out.

"Isn’t this wasting electricity?" Old Pavel, who was used to saving, first thought whether the air conditioning would eat up the power while others were curiously inspecting the internal structure.

"All these rifles and clips? Group leader, what have you done?" Grigory looked at the pile of firearms in the carriage, squatted down, picked and chose, and fondled them with love.

"Group leader, these are the bottle caps from selling the rifles just now, a total of 230." Seeing that Tang Zheng didn’t want to answer, Old Pavel quickly changed the topic, fearing that his companions might annoy Tang Zheng.

"Is this a Russian war chariot?" Old Gao looked outside through the bullet holes and noticed the ammunition inside, smacked his mouth, "The firepower is very strong."

"With it, I can execute my own plan. Old Gao, do you want to join in?" Tang Zheng was looking at the snowy scene outside through the periscope and tried to win Old Gao over. "This war chariot should belong to the Council power of another gathering place."

"Oh yes, the Deer was taken down by you, wasn’t it?" Old Pavel sighed, feeling frustrated, "Rosi Ji has lost a lot this time. He got nothing."

"We didn’t even get a single hair, and we fired a good amount of bullets." Grigory looked sulky, cursing those Council soldiers. Then he took a surreptitious glance at Tang Zheng, full of regret. If he had followed him, even if he couldn’t eat meat, he could have sipped some soup, and at least he could have chosen one or two firearms he liked from the ones in front of him.

"Alright, I’ll go back and bring Little Du with me." Gao Wei gave in. After this trip, he realized how difficult it was to scrape by in the Wasteland World. He no longer had the confidence that he could survive on his own.

After spending most of the day, Tang Zheng and the others arrived on the outskirts of Moscow before midnight. They drove the infantry armored car unimpeded through the city and reached the 12th gathering area. Tang Zheng made an excuse to send everyone off, stowed away the armored car, and then entered from the original sewer entrance.

Eight days later, Tang Zheng returned to the two-story den. Upon seeing his uncle, Lu Fan threw himself at him, hugging him tightly. After he took off his NBC suit, she gave him a kiss on the face.

The female models stood up and greeted the three men, but they all looked listless. After all, in the past few days, Yin Shang Wu did not let them leave the room, which drove them crazy.

"Where are Yin Shang Wu, Pang Meiqin, and Xu Biyun?" Tang Zheng put down his equipment and rubbed his somewhat frozen hands. "Has anything major happened these days?"

"Shangwu is now a platoon leader in the Steel Council, in charge of fifty people, and Xu Biyun is her advisor." Qin Yan poured Tang Zheng a basin of hot water to wash his face. Naturally, Dantai and Gao Yu did not receive such treatment.

"What’s going on?" Gao Yu snorted. He was upset that the female models didn’t serve him hot water. The two female models quickly reacted, grabbing a basin to fetch water.

"Spring has arrived, and it is said that ghouls and mutant creatures have awakened from hibernation and entered the hunting period. According to tradition, the Council will recruit troops to resist, urging them to take the initiative to eliminate hidden dangers," Lu Fan sat next to him, propping up his cheeks and looking disdainful. "They are all cannon fodder."

"Even if they are cannon fodder, countless people are scrambling to be them because they will be given guns and bullets." Li Meilian, one of the female models, finally found an opportunity to speak. "But you have to bring back the skull of a ghoul as evidence, otherwise you won’t get bullets the second time."

"Yin Shangwu would never do something unprofitable. I was thinking about how to infiltrate the Steel Council, but she took the initiative first." Tang Zheng took out a bottle of mineral water, drank it all in one go, and asked, "How about those who left?"

"The peddler is dead. On the third day after you left, they spent all their bullets, sold their rifles, and came back begging us to take them in. But Shang Wu dismissed them as trash and directly drove them away." Lu Fan was playing with the revolver, expressing disgust on her face and said, "On the afternoon of the fourth day, some wastelanders came to bring the news, saying that the peddler was dead and his corpse was taken by a group of vagrants who were preparing to cook him."

"Stop, let’s change the subject." Gao Yu was taken aback, and immediately stopped Little Lolita. "What about the urban management officer?"

"The urban management officer is dying. He ran to make trouble at the house of the prostitute who sold the gun. He was beaten up. Then he ran to the Duangang Bar and stayed for a day. Hmph, he even made fraudulent use of your name to dine and dash. When they came to ask for money, we naturally refused. He even claimed to be your brother, with a closer relationship than us. Qin Yan and I beat him up, and after the matter was made clear that there are no good people in the wasteland, and making that useless man work to pay back the money would only make him earn less than he eats, the leader of Duan Gang became furious and broke his legs. Now, he’s forced to crawl a circle around the second floor every day, or else his hands will be broken."

"Today he still had two hundred meters left to crawl and his last hand was also broken. He is probably going to freeze to death tomorrow." The female models gossiped, expressing their disdain for the urban management officer.

"What about the others?" Tang Zheng had already sentenced the men at Duangang Bar to death in his mind. Even if the urban management officer was a scumbag, it wasn’t their place to discipline him.

"We haven’t seen the two young brothers and Liu Heng for a long time. Du Peng and the three female models had a conflict. Didn’t you notice that we have an extra model here?" Lu Fan said with a grin. "Chu Baichuan is doing the best. He has a big harvest every day."

"Who’s taking care of his pregnant wife?" Gao Yu was surprised. "Doesn’t he worry about leaving his wife behind while he’s out hunting?"

"Chu Baichuan lives in the Chinese district. All those people have a bit of Chinese blood in them." Li Meilian sighed and said, "Relatively speaking, they are united and very hard-working, but the food they can gather is still not enough."

"By the way, Zhang Bingcheng has also mixed into the Chinese district. That guy seems to be some director. He has a good gift of the gab, and he actually managed to sweet-talk a bunch of people into following him." Lu Fan held Tang Zheng’s hand curiously and said, "What did you guys do outside? Where are the spoils of war?"

The female models were also looking at the three men with anticipation.

"An infantry armored car." Gao Wei was too embarrassed to say that they had got nothing, so he attributed some of the merit of Tang Zheng’s war chariot to himself.

"There was nothing. The war chariot was robbed by Tang Zheng." Dantai Zongqi hadn’t fallen to the point of taking credit. Yet, this made the latter displeased.

The female models sighed in relief, secretly thinking that they had indeed been following the right person.

"Actually, there is also a Mi-24 armed helicopter." Tang Zheng liked to make astonishing statements. He wouldn’t hide his strength at times when he needed to show it off.

"I knew uncle is the best." Lu Fan hugged Tang Zheng and kissed him again. "Can you take me for a ride? I’ve never been on a gunship before."

"Serious business is important. Robbery is too slow. I’ve thought of a way to get hundreds of thousands of bottle caps as fast as possible." Tang Zheng looked at the time and said, "Let’s rest first. We’ll talk tomorrow."

"Could you stop being so mysterious?" Li Meilian gave Tang Zheng a flirty look. With someone leading, the other female models also started to tease Tang Zheng. (To be continued... If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote for it on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)