Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 683 - 27 It’s You Who Are Tricked

Chapter 683: Chapter 27 It’s You Who Are Tricked

"Are you referring to those black-clothed special agents? We’ve slaughtered dozens of them. As long as you use the right methods, they can be killed. There’s no need to sacrifice lives to escape!" Tang Zheng slightly exaggerated the numbers, but the black-clothed agents, while formidable, hadn’t reduced the Japanese to half their numbers. Other than looking down on them, his intention was to give the Japanese, especially their little mustached leader, the impression of incompetence. His intent, death.

Indeed, the Japanese newcomers started to doubt, after all, no one is stupid enough to follow an incompetent group leader into darkness. Especially when Tang Zheng mentioned the sacrifice of lives, it made them think.

"I never considered them as cannon fodder; I want to take them back alive." The little mustache’s face darkened. Seeing Tang Zheng’s innocent expression, implying no sarcasm towards him, he thinks he might have misjudged him and was about to explain.

"I understand your feelings, but it’s a pity that you failed to protect your aim." Tang Zheng’s statement was intentionally ambiguous, intending to sow seeds of suspicion and misunderstanding among the Japanese.

"My Lord, we will succeed next time." The little mustache’s pride came into play. Standing firm, he looked at Tang Zheng with an unstoppable determination, saying, "If we fail, I’ll commit suicide to apologize."

His words moved the other Japanese men, who decided to secretly strive harder. But Tang Zheng’s next words shattered their resolve.

"It’s a shame the girl target is dead. There is no second chance at life. Here, a single mistake results in loss of life; we cannot afford to lose!" Tang Zheng pretended to be sorrowful and patted the little mustache’s shoulder. But inside, he was laughing till his gut hurt.

His words, like a chilling wind sweeping through an icy tundra, froze the Japanese on the spot. They were like frost-hit eggplants, withered and drooping.

"Speaking of which, aren’t you going to look for the other target that slipped through our fingers?" Tang Zheng walked a few steps, stopped suddenly, his lips curling into a slight smile, and said, "I admire your courage truly, the fighting spirit of the Yamato ethnicity, impressive!"

Hearing Tang Zheng’s words, the little mustache started to sweat profusely, while his heart pounded in fear at the thought of the formidable black-clothed agents. However, if he said he won’t go, wouldn’t it be like slapping his own face? After Tang Zheng praised the Yamato ethnicity, he couldn’t dishonor that.

The little mustache was in a dilemma, whereas the other Japanese men, fearing that he might foolishly take on the challenge for the sake of national pride, watched him intently.

"Oh, some of you are injured. Come to my place later to get some medicine and treatment." Tang Zheng walked ahead, then turned around; his mouth couldn’t help but break into a smile. With these manipulations, it would be a miracle if these people could still band together.

The Japanese couldn’t guess Tang Zheng’s intentions. Hearing his words, they thought he was a good man and thanked him profusely.

"Sir, you’re a good man. Please do us a favor!" The little mustache, feeling uncomfortable being watched by his compatriots, suddenly thought of Tang Zheng. If this strong fellow guarded them, there would be no safety issue. Moreover, if he refused to go, wouldn’t this bring shame upon him?

"If this guy refuses, he must have ulterior motives." The little mustache had experienced the ups and downs of society and doubted Tang Zheng’s motives, but his next sentence left him speechless.

"Okay, but I need five more helpers, you decide who they are!" Without any hesitation, Tang Zheng agreed, but also threw the difficult task at the little mustache. Regardless of his choice, it would only breed more conflicts.

After the Japanese lost their target, Tang Zheng had been planning to find the remaining one. His words were only meant to lure them into acting as cannon fodder.

After hiding in a temporary camp, the Japanese collapsed to the ground, finally able to take a breath. Tang Zheng gave only a little medicine and bandages.

"Let me help you a little bit too. Alas, there’s nothing we can do, our supplies are limited as well." Lu Fan recognized Tang Zheng’s expression and knew his intentions. He pulled out two rolls of bandages with a reluctant look and handed them to the little mustache.

"Kind people, Chinese are kind people!" The little mustache was moved. Adults might have hidden motives, but children wouldn’t, right?

The sight of the cute little lolita pulling out two rolls of bandages from her backpack, and after a moment of hesitation, also taking out some food to hand to the little mustache, made the Japanese feel there was something in their eyes. It would have been better if they had believed them from the start. They wouldn’t have lost so many people or suffered so much.

"Fool, how would these be enough for everyone? The little mustache would be in a no-win situation regardless of what he does." Lu Fan wore an emotionless expression, but the little devil inside him was waving a steel fork and a tail, laughing heartily. "Serves you right for being so wicked. I’m not going to tell you that the supplies I prepared can last till Doomsday!"

As expected, a moment later, the little mustache’s reputation dropped again. People’s desires were insatiable, and they all felt that they got too little. Naturally, they vented their grievances on the little mustache and his compatriots. Some eyed Tang Zheng’s group, but their absolute strength deterred them from acting rashly. People are always exploitative.

Having a simple dinner, the survivors sat together to discuss their next moves. The radar map only showed the way to the Dome Garden; perhaps when all five targets are gathered, the route will open. But for now, that possibility is out of the question. They could only rely on their own exploration later.

The newcomers were allowed to listen, but not speak. The little mustache wisely kept his mouth shut. He realized that among these people, Tang Zheng held the strongest voice, and also had the most supporters.

"Why hasn’t Zhuo Lie arrived yet? Could he be dead?" Yi Ting wasn’t concerned about their lives or deaths. She was just looking for an excuse to assert her presence.

"Their slow actions are a real disgrace to the Conquerors." Lu Fan continued with his sharp-tongued remarks, undermining Zhuo Lie’s credibility.

"If they don’t show up by tomorrow morning, we’ll leave. Watanabe, your choices? Later, you’re coming with me to find our final target." Tang Zheng guessed Zhuo Lie probably planned to let his group fight to the death while he reaped the benefits from behind the scenes. The missing Zhou Xiong was also a nuisance.

Little Mustache Watanabe and the five unfortunate souls who were chosen stepped forward. On Tang Zheng’s side, Mei Jueye was unavoidable. Then there was Ruan Feifei who also needed to set off. The rest were the driver, the engineer, Wang Jian Xing, and a female employee named Tang Bo.

"Our team is too weak, I’ll join in too." Lin Weiguo took the initiative to join the team, worried about Tang Zheng’s safety.

A floating bus was ready to accommodate these people. Pang Meiqin continued to serve as the driver, transporting them to the target’s residence.

"It’ll take an hour there and back. Hopefully, we’ll not run into any trouble." Pang Meiqin hummed a tune, her face relaxed. The other newbies, however, did not share her ease. Holding their guns, they sat in their chairs, looking utterly defeated, as though they had stepped into the apocalypse.

"Stop daydreaming, come and learn how to use a gun!" Tang Zheng shouted in fluent Japanese. Even if they were cannon fodder, he intended to squeeze out their maximum value.

As long as they could communicate, their relationship would deepen. Thus, the Japanese didn’t exclude Tang Zheng, obediently sitting down with hopeful expressions. In these circumstances, everyone wanted to learn some self-defense skills. Compared to Little Mustache, Tang Zheng was doing much better.

"These weapons are trash, toss them. Use these instead!" Tang Zheng took out the captured electromagnetic rifles to distribute, following it up with instructions on usage.

Little Mustache looked uncomfortable, feeling as though he was being further marginalized.

"Watanabe, you and Wang Jian Xing will serve as pioneers!" After the floating bus stopped in the parking lot of a large building, everyone got out one after another. Tang Zheng did not waste a single moment, ordering their battle strategy.

Both of them were reluctant but in this tense situation, they didn’t dare to complain for fear of offending everyone and becoming a common enemy.

"Move fast and don’t waste time, rest assured, our backup is strong." Tang Zheng gestured for everyone to keep up, very satisfied with their current situation. Victories depend on the start, if the newbies obeyed the first time, they would reflexively follow orders the next time, greatly reducing the possibility of rebellion.

The target was in room 18 on the 12th floor of Building B. Watanabe and Wang Jian Xing advanced cautiously and slowly. Tang Zheng initially didn’t plan to comment, but the target’s icon on the map suddenly dimmed. The entire border turned red, flashing non-stop.

"Damn, the target’s in danger, charge!" Tang Zheng had barely finished speaking when Wang Jian Xing collapsed onto the floor. He was unwilling to move, even if it cost him his life.

"Coward!" Lin Weiguo kicked him aside, taking over his position. Watanabe did not want to be seen as weak, so he clenched his teeth and followed suit.

In less than thirty seconds, Tang Zheng and Lin Weiguo rushed into room 18. The room was disarrayed, like it had been ransacked by thieves. There were no traces of blood or signs of a struggle, and a quick search revealed no sign of the target.

"We might still be able to save them!" The sound of the alarm grew increasingly urgent, the target icon flashing a piercing red. Not wanting to give up, Lin Weiguo rushed to the window, peering out in search.

Tang Zheng was also speculating about the target’s hiding place. The Trojan made things tricky, by providing the home as the location, inevitably increasing the mission’s difficulty.

The newbies’ speeds varied, but their desperate sprint left little difference. Except for Wang Jian Xing, they all managed to reach the 12th floor.

The last one was a Japanese man, wheezing as he leaned against the wall. He felt as if his throat was so dry that it might start smoking any moment. He was wishfully thinking about how great it would be to have a refreshing cold beer when suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw a red figure forming an arm with a dinner knife, reaching out from the wall. The next moment, he felt a chill on his neck as blood gushed out.

The unfortunate man couldn’t breathe, his strength ebbing away. He crumpled to the ground, his fingers convulsing reflexively, pulling the trigger. Even if he couldn’t hurt the enemy, he had at least managed to sound the alarm.

The newbies were startled by the gunshot. Turning their heads, they saw a Japanese man with half his neck severed, his head lolling on his shoulder. Panic immediately spread as some started shooting randomly in their lack of calm. (To be continued. If you like this book, please come to qidian.com to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)