Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 953 - 12 Massacre

Chapter 953: Chapter 12 Massacre

The power of the Magnetic Storm Ball was intense, turning the Nepalese man’s legs to broken flesh that flew in all directions. His upper body was propelled against the wall, then with a smack, he collapsed to the ground.

A heart-wrenching scream immediately pierced the air, nearly rupturing everyone’s eardrums.

Ratatat, the stunned Nepalese brute in the middle panicked and began shooting at Tang Zheng. Unfortunately, all his bullets were deflected by the Light Defense Shield. Seeing Tang Zheng approach, the brute felt an icy chill in his limbs and lost all will to fight, turning to flee.

Zzzt, another Magnetic Storm Ball exploded against the gate, leaving behind black marks.

"Stop, or I’ll blow your head off," Tang Zheng yelled in not-so-fluent Nepali. He didn’t believe that mere intimidation would work, so he moved his muzzle and aimed at the severely injured newbie, ending his life with a single shot.

To handle these situations, he had nearly purchased all the Language Specializations. With communication, there would be intelligence.

The poor fool’s head burst like a rotten watermelon, and the headless neck revealed a bare spine stained with blood. The smell of blood mixed with dust filled the nostrils, nauseating to anyone.

"No, please, I surrender!" The Nepalese man finally gave in, raising his hands in surrender. Being a newbie, he still believed in not taking immediately apparent loses, thinking he still had a chance to escape. Little did he know that newbies facing Conquerors only had one path—death.

"A wise choice, drop your rifle!" Tang Zheng’s pronunciation was a bit halting, but it did not hinder the communication, especially after he drew his Beretta M9 from the leg gun holster. The Nepalese quickly complied, then listened even more intently, fearing that missing a single word might get him killed.

"Talk about the situation in your room," Tang Zheng roughly inquired, pointing the gun at the man who had his left leg severed.

"Don’t kill me, I’ll tell you everything," the unlucky man sobbed, snot and tears streaming down his face. He had a hand grenade within reach, and the Conquerors had said that in such situations, self-destruction was an option. But the unlucky man didn’t want to die, not wanting to give up even the slightest chance of survival.

"How many of you came in? How many women are there? Are they pretty?" Tang Zheng hadn’t really learned interrogation techniques, but he knew to start with simple questions, prying the other’s mouth open—mentioning women would ease their mental pressure, and incidentally, it might trigger memories of the Trojan Room.

"Maybe over a hundred? I didn’t count, just a lot, and there are quite a few women. One of them used firearms like yours and wore a red tight leather outfit, very arrogant. She beat a few men who harassed her half to death," the Nepalese recalled, sweat covering his face as he tried his best to remember.

"What are they talking about?" Teng Yuangxiang approached as Tang Zheng stabilized the situation, hearing their gibberish conversation and curling her lip.

"I don’t know," the university girl shook her head, but admired Tang Zheng immensely. Despite the corpse nearby, she felt an overwhelming sense of security.

"This man is reliable," Teng Yuangxiang gazed at Tang Zheng’s broad, sturdy back, licking the corner of her mouth, wishing he would take her to bed and ravage her.

"Do you know what Conquerors are? How many are in your team?"

Tang Zheng didn’t hold much hope for this question, and as expected, the Nepalese shook his head blankly.

"Then let me rephrase the question, how many people have this kind of heavy equipment?" Compared to newbies, their equipment was naturally much better. The woman the captive mentioned must be a Conqueror, and very likely a fearless one at that. Otherwise, beating newbie men to a pulp would come at a cost.

"About seventeen or eighteen." This time the captive responded readily.

"What color are the cubes in your room?" Tang Zheng had barely finished asking when the man with the broken leg grabbed his calf, pleading in agony.

"Stop the bleeding, please, help me stop the bleeding."

"Answer the questions, and I’ll let you leave, but stopping the bleeding is out of the question," Tang Zheng glanced at the pool of blood on the ground and stepped back.

"Please, help me," the man with the broken leg didn’t want to give up, clinging on.

"Get off!" Teng Yuangxiang charged over and viciously kicked the man’s face with her high-heeled boots.

Thump, the unlucky man’s head hit the floor, his nose bridge was broken, and blood gushed out like water uncontrollably splattering from a tap.

"Touching Tang Zheng with your filthy hands!" Teng Yuangxiang was not satisfied and kept kicking.

The man with the broken leg tried to twist away, then in the next second let out a horrific scream. In a careless moment, his eyeball was pierced by the high heel.

"Hiss!" Looking at the blood-filled socket, Teng Yuangxiang shivered and stepped back.

"That’s enough, continue answering questions," Tang Zheng did not stop Teng Yuangxiang. He was even prepared to have the two women personally deal with these captives later to toughen their courage.

The Nepalese man certainly didn’t want to end up like his comrade and spilled everything he knew.

"Hmm, that’s all?" Tang Zheng smacked his lips, sizing up the captive with a skeptical gaze.

"Please, just let me go, I’ve told you everything I know, really," the Nepalese collapsed to the ground with a thump, begging for mercy.

Teng Yuangxiang suppressed the fear in her heart and stole a glance at Tang Zheng, realizing he showed no intention of scolding her, she grew bolder. She lifted her leg and kicked the Nepalese in the face; the poor guy immediately fell backward.

"You..." The Nepalese suddenly realized something was amiss and reached for his rifle, but it was too late.

Bang, bang, bang, the Beretta M9 didn’t kick at all, the bullets spurted out, all hitting the captive’s arms and shredding them to pieces.

Screams once again filled everyone’s ears.

"Kill them, by whatever means necessary," Tang Zheng took a step back, yielding his position.

The university girl, seeing the terrible state of the two captives, was shocked and dared not move. A flush of excitement, however, spread across Teng Yuangxiang’s face; she raised her rifle to fire but forgot to disengage the safety.

"Use this," Tang Zheng drew a dagger, flipped it handle-first, and handed it to her.

Teng Yuangxiang saw the opportunity to show off. She took it, crouched down, and plunged it into the back of the Nepalese man who was struggling to crawl away.

"Die, die!" Teng Yuangxiang stabbed repeatedly, blood spraying everywhere.

When Zhou Peng arrived, he was greeted with this scene, which sent a shiver down his spine.

"Hmm?" Tang Zheng gave Zhou Peng a few glances but noticed nothing unusual. He began to doubt Teng Yuangxiang’s words; if Zhou Peng had tried to assault her, why would he dare to come back?

"You’ve got the nerve to come back?" Teng Yuangxiang, still excited from the kill, saw Zhou Peng and took the opportunity to act coquettishly, hoping Tang Zheng would take her side.

"Listen to me explain!" Zhou Peng tried to approach Tang Zheng, striving to fulfill the other man’s demand.

"Wait, stand right there!" Tang Zheng stopped him. His behavior was very suspicious, "Why didn’t you run away?"

"I made a mistake, please forgive me?" Zhou Peng abandoned his plan and began to feign remorse, aiming to lower the vigilance of the trio as he inched forward, "I have a bomb collar on, I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to."

Bang, bang, Tang Zheng fired two shots in front of Zhou Peng’s feet, frowning. The answer was reasonable, but something felt off. He glanced at his handheld game console’s screen and saw nothing.

"I can be cannon fodder, don’t leave me behind!" Zhou Peng pleaded, yet inwardly he was cursing, calling Tang Zheng overly suspicious. He swore to himself that he’d desecrate the bodies later, especially Teng Yuangxiang—the damned woman—he’d ravage her brutally.

"Teng Yuangxiang, go, search his body!" Tang Zheng kept his eyes on Zhou Peng, watching for any changes in his expression. Since Tang Zheng didn’t know what Zhou Peng was planning, he decided to test him.

Zhou Peng trembled and subconsciously glanced at his right arm, but this subtle movement did not escape Tang Zheng’s eyes.

Teng Yuangxiang walked up to Zhou Peng and, instead of inspecting him right away, her red lips curled into a smile, followed by a knee strike to his abdomen.

"That’s for getting rough with me!" Teng Yuangxiang followed with a left hook to Zhou Peng’s face, reveling in his silent rage. Wearing her nightdress, she felt a thrill as refreshing as drinking chilled beer on a hot summer day, more delightful than a romp in the sheets.

The Nepalese conquerors, watching from the passage through their spy spiders, had everything happening within the Trojan Room in plain sight. Seeing the plight of the three luckless newbies evoked no sympathy from them. Rather, they applauded Tang Zheng’s caution while also feeling agitated. However, they quickly regrouped and began to consider their next move if Zhou Peng failed.

"This guy’s wearing sportswear, it’s not clear what protective clothing he’s got, but judging from the rifle, at least second-tier," the man with the dark face didn’t act rashly, weighing his options, ultimately unable to relinquish such an advantage, "Even if I can’t beat him, I can still escape."

"Teng Yuangxiang, strip off his clothes, check his right hand," Tang Zheng suddenly yelled.

"See, nothing at all," Zhou Peng was forthright this time because he’d heard the other party say that nobody but himself could see the totem.

"Idiot," the man with the dark face cursed loudly, sensing the wrong attitude from Zhou Peng, who seemed eager to prove his innocence. Sure enough, the next moment, the Chinese man raised his rifle.

"You, into the passage, act as a scout," Tang Zheng wasn’t going to send Zhou Peng away because he might reveal his own intelligence, so it was best for him to die.

"What are you waiting for, get moving!" Zhou Peng put up no resistance, quietly moving towards the channel entrance before suddenly shouting out, betraying the man with the dark face and running headlong into the passage. He wanted them to fight to the death while he reaped the benefits.

"Don’t detonate it, please don’t detonate it," Zhou Peng gambled that Tang Zheng didn’t have the time to deal with him. If he failed, he could still bargain for his life with the information he had on the enemy.

Zhou Peng’s wishful thinking was shattered when he realized, to his horror, that his body wouldn’t respond; he charged headfirst towards Tang Zheng.

"Die!" the man with the dark face unleashed his power, and the totem on Zhou Peng’s right arm lit up. Then with a thunderous boom, like a human bomb, he exploded. (To be continued. If you enjoy this story, please visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)