Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 398 - 33 - I am here to stir up trouble!

Chapter 398: Chapter 33 - I am here to stir up trouble!

The children who got their hands on firearms, after having a full meal and especially tasting the flavor of a small glass of red wine, were entirely committed to sacrificing their lives for Tang Zheng. They always wanted to do this, but no one needed them before. Now that they have finally found an opportunity, they naturally wouldn’t give up.

In the Wasteland World, people die every day. The children had already grown indifferent to the concept of death, it wasn’t a fear anymore, but a symbol.

Tang Zheng thought that when he ordered them to attack the Duangang Mercenary Corps, the children would at least exclaim in surprise. However, they were actually expressionless, each of them hanging their heads low, learning how to use firearms with all their might. They refused to use live ammunition for practice and adopted postures for aim practice instead.

The children knew the preciousness of time, so not a single one of them wasted it. More than a dozen children even saved a little bit of their food to honor Old Pavel, they sought advice from him on combat experience and how to survive better on the battlefield.

The children were cunning. However, they didn’t think about fleeing before the battle, but how to become Tang Zheng’s personal guards to obtain better resources. Those unarmed reserves glared at them intensely, waiting for them to make any mistakes so they could report to Tang Zheng.

"Wasteland people are really terrifying," Lu Fan, looking at the thin body of the children, who seemed unable to even hold their guns steady, expressed determination and viciousness in their eyes. He was scared for the first time. This is the end of the world, where, in order to survive, children also need to fight. They didn’t dare to slack off even a bit, every moment they were struggling to grab the hem of the Goddess of Life.

"Let’s go." Tang Zheng, devoid of his wicked taste to wear the Soviet Commissioner Military uniform and boots, or finding a Nagant revolver and a loudspeaker, taught the children some basic firearm knowledge at Old Pavel’s doorstep before leading them towards the Duangang Bar.

Some prostitutes and armed civilians had long been watching for fun. They didn’t know what Tang Zheng was planning by arming a group of children. Now it seemed like they were about to mess with the Duangang Mercenary Corps, and it stirred up a commotion because conflicts, especially even small-scale gunfights, rarely occur, and they naturally wanted to join in the excitement.

When Tang Zheng entered the Duangang again, he saw the same scene of men and women writhing away their lives on the dance floor. The air wasn’t flowing, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes mixed with cheap perfume and sweat, drifting into his nose, was nauseating.

"Huh? Aren’t you that stupid group leader?" The hostess who had served Tang Zheng and his men had rolled her eyes contemptuously and couldn’t help but say, "Have you come to repay the debt for that freeloader?"

Some mercenaries sitting nearby immediately gave a round of applause, put their fingers in their mouths to whistle, and teased Tang Zheng. In addition to women and alcohol, violence was also a way to vent their emotions.

"We can pay you back, but can you bring back his life?" Before Tang Zheng could answer, Lu Fan came into the bar under the protection of four teenagers. The moment two of them heard the waitress’s insults to Tang Zheng, they rushed forward without any hesitation. One used his gunstock to smash her in the stomach hard. She bent over in pain, so the other cooperated by thrusting his gunstock into her mouth confidently.

The waitress’s scream was just about to spill out, but it was struck back into her mouth. Blood and shattered teeth spread all over the ground, but the two young soldiers did not stop attacking. They began to brutally kick the waitress’s head, chest, and neck without any intention to show mercy.

The customers saw this scene and immediately burst into laughter. It was not panic, but astonishment.

"Whoever insults our group leader, this is what happens." The young soldiers stared at the mercenaries who had just laughed nearby in a threatening manner, gripping their rifles tightly.

These Wasteland Adventurers immediately fell silent. They were all experienced in blood and violence and had naturally noticed that the young soldiers weren’t joking. These impassioned young lads, once crazed, didn’t care about the consequences.

"I insulted him, bitch group leader, so what? Kill me?" A muscular man kicked his chair and rose. By the time he was standing up, he was already holding an RPK Light Machine Gun.

The young soldiers were furious, but before they could open fire, a series of bullets trailing an orange-red flame hit the muscular man’s chest, spraying out blood.

The thud of the unlucky man falling onto the table echoed. The remaining half glass of vodka was knocked over.

"Have they lost their minds? Daring to provoke the third-ranked Duangang Mercenary Corps?" All the noise in the bar vanished, and all eyes were on Little Lolita in disbelief.

"But this little loli is cruel." Some Wastelanders saw what was happening, tried to leave, but Tang Zheng had blocked the exit.

"Are you here to cause trouble?" A few Duangang mercenaries who hadn’t expected a shooting incident hastily held their guns. A female manager loudly questioned, "Do you know where you are?"

"What are you gaping at, grab the gun!" Lu Fan didn’t even glance at her, responded with half a clip of bullets for her as an answer. If she weren’t a woman, he would have instantly gone for a headshot.

A young soldier quickly ran over and picked up the muscular man’s light machine gun.

Tang Zheng pulled out his M1911 Handgun from his leg holster, and towards the few guys who were grabbing weapons fired several shots. The .45 caliber bullets were spinning, instantly blowing the heads of several unlucky guys. Brain pulp and blood splattered everywhere. Tang Zheng didn’t care if he would cause collateral damage, he came here to fight this time. As for negotiations? No time for that!

This time the bar went entirely chaotic. Waitresses and prostitutes screamed, looking for hideouts. Innocent customers wanted to take up arms in self-defence, but were afraid of getting caught in Tang Zheng’s ’rage’, it was quite awkward, so they could only hide.

The burly man who had seen the previous day, hearing gunshots, led a group of his subordinates, charging in from the backyard with rage plastered across his face. Having lived in the wasteland for so long, he didn’t need to ask what was going on. He glimpsed at Tang Zheng, armed and ready, and without any hesitation, he drew his handgun to counterattack. Negotiation? Unnecessary, power and justice naturally belong to the strong.

By this time, Lu Fan had already retreated under the protection of the juvenile soldiers, leaving only Tang Zheng standing at the entrance. So, he casually put his handgun back into the holster and put on a Kevlar helmet. For the sake of his life, he gave up on donning any tasteless WWII helmet.

Before the mercenaries in the Duangang bar opened fire, Tang Zheng wildly sprayed ammunition from his AK74M that he pretended to have fitted with a drum magazine.

The dance floor of the bar was too cramped, and the dim lighting didn’t help. The mercenaries couldn’t organize their formation, and their vision was compromised. Apart from the dense gunfire, there were bullets trailing orange-red tails, zipping through the air randomly. At this moment, their priority wasn’t to counterattack but to stay alive. Anyone who lifted their head would definitely be hit by stray fire.

"Fuck, does money mean nothing to him?" Someone had already started swearing, while others were envious of Tang Zheng’s wealth. This suppressive strategy could only be afforded by the elite soldiers of the Steel Council.

Tang Zheng originally wanted to scan the wine rack, but thinking that they might become his spoils of war, he decided against it. As his drum magazine was nearly empty, he began to retreat.

"Chase him." The muscular man was about to explode in fury. If the group leader found out that he couldn’t protect the bar, he would definitely be butchered and fed to dogs.

The big man didn’t see the juvenile soldiers and thought it was just Tang Zheng, so he didn’t hesitate. But the moment he stepped out of the bar, his years of combat experience told him something was wrong. As he glimpsed the muzzles at the corner of his eyes, he instinctively dove to the ground. The next moment, with a shout of ’fire’, countless bullets zipped past.

The lack of experience in the young group of soldiers was evident. They either saved too much ammunition or dealt too much damage, and their aim was poor. However, the intense scene delighted the onlookers, and some prostitutes even started cheering.

"Retreat, retreat." The muscular man dragged a corpse in front of him to provide some cover as he retreated into the bar. The guy had been shot, but not fatally.

The juvenile soldiers were scattered in a fan-shaped area outside the Duangang bar, and each gunman was followed by a reserve. These reserves were standing by, ready to pick up the weapons should their seniors fall, and continue the fight.

Tang Zheng wasn’t afraid of them running away. The entire settlement was only so big, it would be easy to find someone. Unless they decided to flee and never come back.

"Group Leader Tang, why are you attacking us? At least give us a reason. We can argue that one of your group members owes us fifty bottle caps." The big man, instead of attacking, started shouting to garner sympathy from the onlookers.

"He may have left my group, but he’s still my subordinate. On what grounds do you dispose of him?" Tang Zheng gladly took the chance to boost his reputation. Such an excellent opportunity couldn’t be missed, "It’s just fifty bottle caps, right? I’ll give them to you, for you to return my subordinate’s life."

Lu Fan was smart and passed a handful of bottle caps to him. Tang Zheng caught them and threw them directly onto the bar’s steps.

The wastelanders standing by immediately gasped with shock and stared at the bottle caps. These were enough to sustain a person for two months, and he just threw them away. This group leader was certainly a strange one, was it worth making an enemy of the Duangang Mercenary Corps just for a useless subordinate?

In several days, everyone came to know about the actions of the urban management officers and peddlers, after all, the officers were forced to circle the second floor every day, it would be difficult for others not to notice.

"You’re being unreasonable." The muscular man grew furious. He arranged his men to leave the bar from the back door and ambush Tang Zheng. If he couldn’t recover his face, he wouldn’t be able to continue staying in the 12th settlement.

"I gave you the bottle caps, let them count towards his life!" Tang Zheng yelled. He waved his hand, and the juvenile group leader immediately opened fire at the bar’s entrance with the RPK light machine gun.

The onlooking Wasteland Adventurers looked towards the young man standing in the street, cheering loudly. They wanted to be subordinates of such a generous and loyal group leader, he was truly one of a kind in the wasteland.

"Uncle, those guys seem to be delaying time, they shouldn’t want to flank us, right?" Lu Fan glanced to his rear and suggested, "Should we let the juvenile soldiers charge in?"

"Definitely. But no need to charge in." In broad daylight, Tang Zheng couldn’t pull out his AT-4, otherwise he would have just leveled the bar.

"Group Leader, there are people upstairs." One of the juvenile soldiers yelled and fired a single shot at the second floor.

The mercenaries weren’t silly, they began to pop their heads out from every window, aiming at Tang. The gun battle erupted again.

Not just that, another group of mercenaries burst out from the street behind them, attacking the juvenile soldiers from behind.(To be continued. If you like this book, please visit qidian.com and cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)