Chapter 1478: Chapter 1478
Natasha’s personality was decisive and efficient. After conveying the necessary matters, she prepared to lead her team to leave, but half of the Conquerors wished to follow.
"You may slack off, but don’t expect assistance from our team in the following tasks," Natasha refused, her dominance silencing the group leaders, forcing them to make a different choice.
"Are you ready? I’m going to release the Iron Curtain Mist and, after disabling their detection, we’ll break out in one fell swoop. Got it?" Vasily tossed away an empty bottle, exhaled a ring of smoke, and a dark haze radiated from his body, rapidly spreading around.
This was one of the abilities of the King of War; once the Iron Curtain was deployed, the enemy couldn’t scout, locate, or interfere with those within the effect range. Entering the range would render all electronic equipment useless and suppress various teleportation and invisibility abilities, as well as hinder the use of related props.
Furthermore, targets would suffer from significant electromagnetic interference and mental disturbance, with the effectiveness of recovery props and abilities being weakened to varying degrees.
Once at full power, an Iron Curtain Stance would form, creating a massive defensive barrier. Within its range, allies would be temporarily immune to any attacks, but this would consume a huge amount of life energy.
"Let’s go!" Following the uncle’s hearty shout, the Conquerors, organized by teams, pulled out their respective vehicles and charged out of the office building at full speed.
The enemy was surely monitoring the surroundings, so everyone was on high alert, ready for combat.
A hundred war chariots surged out in succession, with the Conquerors launching intimidating attacks. Since they hadn’t been there long, the protectors’ main force had not yet arrived, so only about a dozen squads monitoring the area wisely chose not to act.
Boom, Warhammer Team’s armed bus smashed through the glass wall, like a dragon under the driving of Pang Meiqin, taking less than ten seconds to speed past and vanish from view.
The Beautiful Leg Stewardess’s driving skills had not deteriorated, easily outperforming ninety percent of the Conquerors here.
Being recognized by Natasha for his ability, Dantai also received an extra Communicator, while Yue Jing didn’t even get a single hair, fuming with anger.
Yue Jing initially planned to follow Natasha, but was persuasively advised by Fu Tianxiao and Bai Guoqiang to stay with the Warhammer Team.
Li Zheng also decided to continue moving with the team upon Wang Fang’s recommendation.
"Can you slow down? Some people have been left far behind!" A team leader, driving a sports car, caught up to the bus and, sweating profusely, suggested; this woman drove too fast.
"No need, maintain full speed, inform the whole team to assemble at the gas station two kilometers ahead," Tang Zheng gripped the Communicator, commanding the team.
After all, as Conquerors, they had basic equipment, just not as refined as those provided by Natasha. And during the wait in the lobby, everyone had already downloaded the map of New York City, so there was no chance of getting lost.
To have survived until now, there were no directionally challenged Conquerors. Anyone who lacked such basic knowledge would have long perished.
Dantai urged, once over half the people had arrived at the gas station, he immediately led the move. Those behind, anxious, sped up, almost causing a car accident. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by noveⅼfire.net
Dantai led the way, winding through several bustling districts. Along the way, at a department store, everyone quickly changed into a new set of clothes.
Though nearly seven minutes were wasted, most Conquerors didn’t complain. Instead, they grew to admire Dantai’s cautiousness and gradually recognized his status as a commander.
However, no matter the situation, there will always be some who fail to grasp the circumstances, preferring to go against the grain.
"Maybe the enemy already knows about Aya’s existence and has set an ambush waiting for us. All this is a waste of time, better to go catch Aya quickly."
The speaker was a tough guy; his meticulous posture made it clear that he was a former soldier. He trusted his own judgment more than others and wanted to go solo, but Tang Zheng’s team had already won trust through their previous achievements.
"It’s a possibility," Dantai acknowledged, "which is exactly why we need to be more cautious and ensure our safety first!"
"How should we go? The subway has a simple route and is easily ambushed, but taking the bus will definitely be slower," suggested Wei Xiangnan’s team leader, Warcraft Brother, trying to calm the group.
"Subway," the tough guy said abruptly, asserting his dominance. Unexpectedly, Dantai also chose the same method.
Since the tactics were the same, what remained was the specific execution. Dantai instructed the temporary team to disperse into individual teams.
At the subway station, crowds thronged; the noise level reflected New York’s bustle.
The Conquerors scattered across the platform, waiting for the subway, and as time passed, began to blend in, disguising themselves as tourists or white-collar workers to merge into the city.
The subway arrived and the passengers crowded in like sardines into the ’canned food’ carriage. It was the lunchtime rush hour, with an overwhelming flow of passengers squeezing against each other.
Utilizing his robust body and strength, Sha Ou forced his way through the crowd.
"Tang Zheng, over here," Sha Ou stood by the door, signaling his comrades, an action that elicited curses from several irritable black men also trying to squeeze in, but lacking Sha Ou’s physical prowess.
"Fuck!" Sha Ou retorted, extending his middle finger.
The black men, cursing and glaring, prepared for a fight.
"You go ahead, don’t block the way," Qin Yan disliked this boorish behavior.
"Ptooey!" Sha Ou spat out a gob of thick phlegm, entered the carriage, and several black men immediately followed him.
Less than half a minute later, the carriage became filled with passengers. Sha Ou looked at a foreign beauty in hot pants and fishnet stockings next to him and whistled.
The foreign beauty threw a flirty glance, teasing Sha Ou.
Indeed, black men seem to have a talent for rap—their speech was extremely fast, spitting out saliva as they cursed at Sha Ou, even starting to get physical, trying to pick his pockets.
Dantai walked over, suddenly made a move, and grabbed a black man’s head, slamming it against the carriage wall. The black man passed out, his body slid down the smooth wall, leaving a trail of blood.
The black men were startled for a moment and about to fight when they heard a loud thud. Turning their heads, they saw a companion being held by the collar by a man and slammed onto the floor like a dunk.
"FU~CK OFF!" Old Soldier bellowed, his fierce gaze made the remaining black men involuntarily step back and then turn around to leave.
"Hold on, take these two fools away," said Tang Zheng as he walked over, kicking the black men who had fainted on the ground.
Due to the violent confrontation and even bloodshed, some passengers squeezed their way to other carriages, and a few concerned passengers made phone calls to the police.
Watching passengers avoid the area, leaving a large space, Sha Ou picked a seat and sat down.
"This way of snagging a seat isn’t bad," Sha Ou said, sitting cross-legged and whistling at the foreign beauty.
"Be civilized!" Dong Zixuan reminded Sha Ou, she didn’t like such a rude guy.
"Jiang Xiuming, isn’t it time you explained your background?" As the subway started moving and watching the tunnel whiz by outside the car window, Dantai confronted Jiang Xiuming.
"I’m a sixth-level burst seed, participated in the peripheral competition of the Holy Land. Due to some reasons, I left the Trojan Room; now, I am just an ordinary civil servant, just scraping by until death," said Jiang Xiuming, adjusting his situation with a jesting tone, but the implied undertones caused everyone to look uneasy.
"Sixth level? That’s an English Three, right?" asked Bai Guo, "Even more powerful than Tang Zheng?"
"I have heard of you, a deserter. To save your own skin, you used your entire team as bait and exhausted them," said Queen Mu, evidently knowledgeable.
A bitter smile leaked out of the corner of Jiang Xiuming’s mouth, but he did not clarify; this attitude made the others think poorly of him.
"How can this be?" Xu Biyun initially thought that with an English Three joining the team, their strength would increase greatly. She didn’t expect him to be such a person—simply a ticking time bomb.
"Explain yourself. I like hearing stories," Dantai saw the subtle expressions on Jiang Xiuming’s face and even without them, he still wanted to understand the situation. If this guy was trouble, then he’d find a way to take him out.
Before Jiang Xiuming could speak, screams suddenly came from another carriage, causing a commotion.
Passengers curiously stood on tiptoe to look, but blocked by heads, they couldn’t see anything.
"Sha Ou, Lin Fachan, go see what’s happening," Dantai had just finished speaking when an ear-piercing scream suddenly filled the carriage.
Boom, a male passenger spontaneously combusted, wrapped in blue flames, struggling in pain. Nearby passengers hurriedly dodged, but they were too slow and got caught in the flames, with seven more ignited.
The passengers dodged to the side in terror, shoving each other, and a few fell and got trampled on.
Taking advantage of the inattention, Tang Zheng quickly took a fire extinguisher from his wristwatch, pushed through the crowd, and ran to a burning unfortunate, spraying him.
A massive amount of white foam engulfed the passenger, but unfortunately, even though the air was cut off, the flames continued to burn, even lighting up the foam.
"Back off, something isn’t right," warned Dantai, "Prepare for combat."
Bang, bang, over a dozen passengers couldn’t withstand the burst of mitochondrial energy and suddenly exploded, with limbs flying everywhere. The ones who didn’t explode screamed in pain as they mutated.
Their cheeks split open, forming giant mouths with elongated fangs, and bones grew rapidly, breaking through flesh, wrapping around their bodies.
Roar, the mutated creatures bellowed, advancing towards the closest humans; for those unmutated passengers, their luck ran out as they were torn into broken flesh.
The mitochondria lying dormant for decades finally revolted this moment, challenging humans.
The Conquerors raised their Magnetic Storm Rifles and began shooting at the mutated creatures, blue Magnetic Storm Balls whistling through the air, blood and flesh splattering; the entire carriage was bathed in blood red, as if turned into a slaughterhouse.
The mutated creatures didn’t fear death, stretched out their claws, and charged violently.
"Die, bastards!" Tang Zheng released a Gravity Well, bouncing them off.
Thanks to Sha Ou’s coincidental clearing of passengers when fighting the black men, the Team Warhammer wasn’t caught in the mutation outbreak, but other teams were not so lucky. They were nearly surrounded by the mutated creatures, even burning during the inflammation.
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