Chapter 881: Chapter 881
His arm was blasted apart, blood and flesh splattered through the air, and the Dortmund soccer fan screamed in agony, attempting to flee desperately. But as soon as half of his body entered the ground, Tang Zheng’s clone arrived, stretching out a long arm, he grabbed his head and brutally yanked him out, then stabbed his chest with the snowball knife and gave it a violent twist.
The German spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, struggling intensely like a catfish gasping for air on the shore.
The clone twisted his body and swung his arm, flinging the German a dozen meters away, tossing him towards the approaching Tang Zheng.
Tang Zheng clenched his right fist tightly and swung it hard. As the German’s body flew past, he struck his chin, and a crisp cracking sound ensued.
The trajectory of the German’s body paused in mid-air, then he flew backward like a tattered sack. Tang Zheng’s hand opened wide, catching his head like a basketball, and then with all his strength, he slammed him into the ground.
Boom, the German’s bones shattered, the ground cracked open a big pit, his skin burst, and the blood splattered in all directions.
The German was left with a breath of life, completely unconscious. Tang Zheng lifted him with one hand; the poor sod went limp like a dead fish, his whole body as soft as noodles, hanging down with blood dripping pat-a-pat.
Looking at the half-dead Dortmund fan, Tang Zheng prepared to interrogate him for intelligence, like Fleischer’s Seed Ability, but the next second, a searing Cannon Beam shot over, blasting his lower body into broken flesh, splattering even onto Tang Zheng.
Organs fell from the severed torso, an utterly disgusting sight. Not far away, Marilyn rested the rifle on her shoulder, smugly whistling.
"Next time you take the initiative, be ready for my punishment!" Tang Zheng glared at Marilyn for a moment, crushed the German’s cheekbone, then casually tossed the corpse into the ruins.
Thus, a Third-order Conqueror was utterly obliterated by Tang Zheng.
"Master, how would you like to punish me?" Marilyn sauntered over to Tang Zheng like a cat, leaned against him, tiptoed, and kissed his mouth, eagerly sucking his saliva. Her thigh also lifted, rubbing against his lower body.
"Keep watch, stay hidden." Tang Zheng pushed the blonde gunwoman away and quickly moved into the building after picking up the German’s wristwatch, not wanting to be exposed in the open, making him an easy target for snipers.
"Such a cautious man, and strong too." Star of Beauty, Sara, who was on a rooftop a kilometer away, lowered her telescope after seeing Tang Zheng disappear into the building, "To take down a Third-order without getting hurt, that’s terrifying."
"That Third-order’s Ability was clearly suited for sneak attacks and assassinations. Letting him face Tang Zheng head-on, it would be a surprise if he didn’t die. Plus, he was already intimidated, dead set on escaping, giving him the disadvantage from the start." Tares took a puff of his cigarette, leaning against the railing, conserving his energy.
"Hehe, let Landeck worry about it. By the way, my little Tares, don’t you think the scenery here is quite nice? We could do some pleasurable activities here." Sara gave Tares a seductive glance, but as for going after Tang Zheng herself, she had some sense; it would be no different from courting death.
Sara’s voluptuous body was wrapped in tight leather clothes, alluring to the eye, but Tares completely ignored her.
"Not interested." That kind of woman who’d been with everyone didn’t arouse any desire in Tares. Only someone with Landeck’s aberrant tastes would fancy and pamper her. For original chapters go to novel※fire.net
"Don’t be so cold, okay? I can let you feel pleasures that Landeck has never experienced!" Sara moved closer, sticking to Tares’ side, like a black widow spider always in search of prey.
"Go hunting." Tares decisively rejected her and left the rooftop.
"Bastard, I refuse to believe that I can’t take you down," Sara glared viciously at Tares’ retreating back and then looked in Tang Zheng’s direction, licking her lips, pondering over her scheming plots.
Besides them, Lena also witnessed Tang Zheng’s outburst. She didn’t rush to his aid blindly but considered how she could kill the Eastern man. Although there was great risk, the reward was high—his SS Grade Equipment was too tempting.
"With such a commotion just now, could others have seen us?" The Company Commander hugged Cheng Cheng in the lobby downstairs, waiting for Tang Zheng. Zhang Ke sat beside them, clutching his head, crying inconsolably.
"That’s why we need to move quickly. Where’s Chen Hong?" Tang Zheng was a bit overly concerned. His previous display of force had intimidated the onlookers, and no one came to bother them for the time being.
"I’m here." Chen Hong responded, and soon after, she dragged the German stewardess from the sky, landing heavily. She swung her hand fiercely and slapped the stewardess’s cheek, "Stop struggling! Are you trying to kill me?"
Chen Hong was dissatisfied with the stewardess’s constant struggles and beat her. Although a Fallen Star wouldn’t stand a chance against a Conqueror, she was still a match for a Newbie.
"No, please don’t kill me." Seeing Tang Zheng, the stewardess’s body shivered, and she began to beg for mercy. Chen Hong, despite her rough attitude and appearance, had never killed anyone, lacking that intimidating aura—it was all bark and no bite, just the image of a petty and unreasonable woman.
"Hey, why don’t you beg me for mercy?" Chen Hong felt wronged and kicked the stewardess in the stomach.
"Please, spare me!" the flight attendant knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. Her tight-fitting clothes accentuated her full buttocks, which, unfortunately, no one cared about.
"You bitch, sticking your ass out like that, are you trying to tempt men?" Chen Hong kicked her again, landing a blow on the flight attendant’s shoulder and flipping her over.
Witnessing the German flight attendant’s humble pleas, a sense of satisfaction bubbled up from within Chen Hong, leaving her delightfully bubbly with pleasure, even dampening her nether regions.
The Fallen Star longed for that feeling of being looked up to, of deciding the fate of others.
"Enough," Tang Zheng frowned unhappily, glaring at Chen Hong, "If you’re going to kill, kill. What’s the point of torturing her?"
"Kill, kill someone?" Chen Hong suddenly fell silent as a cicada in winter, shrinking her neck. She dared not disobey Tang Zheng’s order, but the mention of killing still startled her, then her gaze shifted to the flight attendant.
"Whether you kill or keep her, it’s up to you." Tang Zheng did not want to leave an image of ruthless bloodlust in front of the soldiers, so he gave them the power over life and death. A newbie flight attendant was of no consequence to him; she had not attacked them, so he did not take her seriously. Besides, with Chen Hong’s character, she was very likely to act.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ke picked up his rifle, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the flight attendant. But looking at the golden-haired woman with a face of terror and tear-stained cheeks, he found himself unable to pull the trigger.
"Why, why do you want to kill us?" Zhang Ke roared furiously, his mind filled with the bloody, mangled corpses of Sergeant Wu, Sergeant Tong, and the others.
Chen Hong hesitated, also pointing her gun at the flight attendant, while a devilish voice in her ear kept shouting, urging her on.
"Kill her, shoot her dead!"
Chen Hong seemed to already envision herself pulling the trigger and turning the flight attendant into a puddle of broken flesh. The company commander sighed, his rationality made him hold his rifle, but his humanity prevented him from opening fire. They were in a hostile state, but the other party was a woman too, and it seemed she had never attacked them.
Zhang Ke and the company commander did not need to struggle with their decision; Chen Hong, in a daze, pulled the trigger of the Thunderstorm rifle, and a Thunderball shot out, blowing the flight attendant’s head apart.
"Ah!" Chen Hong cried out in shock, then her legs gave way, and she sat down on the floor, feeling as if all her strength had been drained.
"Is this what it feels like to kill someone?" Chen Hong looked at the corpse on the floor, her hands trembling, then turned to Tang Zheng and pleaded, "Help me."
"Get up yourself." Tang Zheng had no time to care for her, not even to check the spoils of war, as he was observing the environment for a way to retreat. "Company Commander, any ideas?"
The company commander perked up, finally having a chance to show his worth. Otherwise, being outdone by ordinary people was genuinely disappointing for a soldier like him.
The city was vast and had been abandoned for over fifty years due to the Greenhouse Effect, rising seawater, and a massive onslaught of insects. Although 80 percent of the buildings were still intact, they were desolate.
From high altitude, the eastern half of the city was submerged in seawater with spreading algae encroaching on the land, yet their pace was too slow; the city had already been overtaken by various lush plants, a verdant expanse. It looked as if a green blanket had been laid out, with vines of unrecognizable species growing beside Tang Zheng, greedily absorbing sunlight and soil nutrients.
These plants thrived, their roots robust enough to pierce concrete and steel, forcefully embedding themselves into the ground. Their presence was everywhere on the highway too.
"Nice greenery, but the air’s not fresh," Tang Zheng commented as he chopped off a vine, and green liquid spurted out, falling to the ground and releasing a pungent odor. Ants the size of a fingernail hurried away, indicating the liquid contained mild toxins.
Hearing Tang Zheng’s jest, the company commander glanced at him. The young man always seemed optimistic.
"Let’s find a safe place to stay first. Zhang Ke, stop crying. Let’s go." Tang Zheng decided to head east, where the buildings were relatively intact and it was easier to hide.
"No, I need to collect Sergeant Tong’s body," Zhang Ke said, about to run up the stairs but was stopped by the company commander’s call.
Although Tang Zheng wouldn’t have minded injecting Sergeant Tong Hong with a vial of nanomachines to heal him, he didn’t get to see the end of Tang Zheng’s fight.
"What madness is this?" The company commander also wanted to retrieve his combat mate’s body, but he was more afraid Tang Zheng would get annoyed with Zhang Ke for disobedience and leave him behind.
"I’m not crazy." Zhang Ke’s obstinacy kicked in, not understanding the company commander’s point.
"Idiot, your company commander is looking out for you. In times , the living are more important than the dead. And if you want to survive and make it back, you can’t do without Tang Zheng." Chen Hong felt no attachment to the two soldiers; in fact, she wished they’d disappear soon, so they wouldn’t disturb her own world with Tang Zheng. (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)