Chapter 892: Chapter 892
The battlefield instantly became one-sided as Fleischer entangled Sun Xueliang, who, despite being a Third-order Explosive Type that appeared refined and gentle, couldn’t break free.
The group leader was a Fourth-order Explosive Type who had activated Hero Mode, so the apron-clad woman wasn’t worried. She led eight neo-Nazis to besiege the remaining nine.
In a single encounter, five university students fell. Their Primary Protective Clothing, when faced with the apron woman’s Heavy Magnetostorm Rifle, proved even more fragile than paper, leaving them mutilated without a complete corpse to be found.
The neo-Nazis opened fire wildly, killing the remaining university student. Yang Fengshu, the virago, pushed another middle-aged woman beside her, telling her to go to her death to delay the enemy, while she turned to run. However, in the next moment, she was blown to bits by a Thunderball, her thigh flying off, then roasted to a crisp.
"Don’t kill me!" The middle-aged woman’s pleas abruptly ceased as a neo-Nazi walked up to her, stepped on her chest, and pressed the rifle to her head.
Bang—the brain pulp burst, and the skull went flying.
Xu Meng, despite severed fingers, was teleported away right before the crisis, and was lucky to encounter the relatively kind Sun Xueliang from the team. She thought she might survive, but her journey for survival ended once again.
Feverish, she looked utterly weak and naturally became the last one to be killed. After running only a few steps, a Nazi youth caught up with her, pushed her down, and began tearing at her protective clothing.
The apron woman frowned. As a woman, she couldn’t stand such behavior, but instead of blaming the Newbie, she shot Xu Meng in the head.
The Newbie, just having stripped Xu Meng of her clothes, found himself drenched in blood and was scared stiff.
Team battles are brutal, especially in an ambush situation. The targeted ones are mostly the weak, and it’s a fight with death certain.
Sun Xueliang’s first reaction was spot on—he didn’t fight, but instead initiated the second stage and fled with all his might. Unfortunately, he faced Fleischer who had activated Hero Mode, the wanderer who would rather masturbate than touch a woman. He changed into his Beastification form, becoming a werewolf, and engaged in pure melee combat with Sun Xueliang.
The German group leader’s figure swelled, and immediately a huge atmospheric pressure built up around him. With a push against the ground, his body vanished from sight, zipping to a stop with a speed reaching two-thirds of the sonic speed. The instantaneous acceleration was overwhelmingly fierce.
Boom—Sun Xueliang was hit, and even wearing Firefly, he spewed a mouthful of blood. His Thunderstorm rifle was knocked away, and he was thrown over a dozen meters.
Fleischer stomped the ground again, leaving behind a blur. In the next second, he appeared behind Sun Xueliang and threw a punch at the back of his head.
"Damn it!" Sun Xueliang was greatly alarmed. As a Shooting series ability user, he was at a huge disadvantage against this pure form of melee combat. If not for his outstanding sense of smell, he would have been blown apart by now.
"Long-range?" Fleischer’s face was expressionless. He couldn’t figure out what Sun Xueliang’s abilities were, but it didn’t matter. As long as he could stick close and suppress him, he would play to his strengths to the limit.
Sun Xueliang blocked Fleischer’s heavy punch with one arm and suddenly shot out an ability bullet imbued with fire and spirit power with his index and middle finger. This was his ability’s evolution. In combination with characteristic bullets, it could release its greatest power. But in his current state, he couldn’t even draw his gun; every time he tried, he would be interrupted by the opponent.
The neo-Nazis were picking through the spoils of war, while the apron woman stood by to watch, ready to kill Sun Xueliang at any moment. She knew that although the group leader was a bit odd because of his vagabond beggar background, he was a good person. Even if she didn’t intervene, he wouldn’t say anything.
The apron woman thought back to her first time entering the Trojan Room. If she hadn’t given Fleischer a pack of tissues after a few young people had beaten him up, she probably wouldn’t have received such favorable treatment.
After all, Sun Xueliang was a Third-order Explosive Type, and he fought desperately. At the cost of losing a kidney, he managed to pull out his Devil Flame Pistol.
The SS-Class White Gold Version Firearms, a rare drop, were forged from demonized metal, capable of resisting damage from weapons below the SS level unscathed, easily penetrating SS-Class protection, with unlimited ammunition, adjustable modes, and could shoot various types of bullets to cause different lethal effects. It had Demonic Break and Spiritual Break effects, and a rotting curse effect—if not treated in time, evil spirits would erode the nerves, generating nightmares to disrupt combat. Note: The power is reduced in mass killing mode.
The pistol was formidable, but its range was a disadvantage— at most a hundred yards with effective range within fifty meters, almost usable only in close combat. The shooting speed was also restricted. Once the Storm Barrage mode was activated, it required cooldown.
"Random Shot!" Facing such a powerful enemy, Sun Xueliang didn’t dare to use a focused shot because even with his Eagle Eye skill activated, he couldn’t ensure a 100% hit rate. He could only use Random Shot Barrage to repel the enemy and take the chance to escape.
A red bullet rushed out of the chamber and then exploded suddenly, spreading out in an umbrella shape like a cluster bomb, instantly engulfing the space in front of him.
Sun Xueliang’s gun fighting skills were sublime, but it was unfortunate that he met Fleischer, who was firmly suppressing him in strength and kept being interrupted mid-fight. Moreover, it was clear that the German group leader had equivalent-level equipment, for a semi-transparent spherical shield popped out from his body, with several pale blue small fish swimming around it.
Whoosh, boom, a bullet storm struck it but was blocked, and some bullets missed, hitting the ground around and causing fist-sized mini explosions.
A Nazi youth went to the back to pick something up and, very unluckily, was turned into a sieve, dying in an extremely disgusting manner.
SS-Class Shield, Holy Defense, could withstand all S-grade attacks and twenty SS-Class Weapon attacks, could filter through poison gas, radiation, and high pressure, and provided multi-user defense for up to five people, lasting five minutes. After use, there was a half-hour cooldown, and if shattered, it would require one hour to cooldown.
Sun Xueliang’s eyes narrowed, and a feeling of powerlessness crept into his heart. A Fourth Order Conqueror was indeed difficult to deal with; this was his trump card, but the enemy had easily neutralized it without any damage.
The Apron Girl unleashed her ability and joined the fight, making Sun Xueliang’s situation even more dire; three minutes later, he was torn to pieces by Fleischer in his werewolf form.
Fleischer picked up the Devil Flame Pistol; without scanning its properties, he was already fond of its appearance alone. It was a heavy handgun, with red and green intertwined, resembling a fiery demonic rune covering its entire body. The barrel was rectangular, like a sharp arrow, full of a sense of power.
The Apron Girl left to kill bugs, which pleased Fleischer. He picked up Sun Xueliang’s Space Wristwatch and tossed it to her.
"Take it." Because he was a Drifter, Fleischer was indifferent to such external possessions and even somewhat aloof about life and death itself; he didn’t know what he was living for. Perhaps it was this indifferent nature that allowed him to remain calm when faced with life-threatening crises and deal with them coolly.
The Lena team combined forces with the Landeck team, powerful as they chased the bugs back to the insect nest. By ten o’clock, they had secured enough Bug Eggs and were ready to attack others when they ran into Sara.
"If anyone’s interested, come with me to ambush the captain of that Warhammer team. Look, I’ve caught a native, he’s spilled everything." Sara opened the door of the Hummer, dragged a native out, who was already battered to a point of being inhuman, with broken limbs and drenched in blood.
"Hey, repeat what you know again." Sara’s thigh-high boots stepped between the native’s legs, she tiptoed and twisted left and right; the native’s face immediately contorted in pain.
A burly man from the brewery stared at Sara’s leather-clad legs, feeling a raging desire; he wished to be stepped on and knelt down to lick her toes.
The native spilled everything about Tang Zheng like bamboo shoots after a rain.
"Based on his impressive performance, he must have collected enough Bug Eggs already. He had the highest score in the first stage as well. If we don’t kill him, the title of Fearless is surely his. Suit guy, stop glaring at me. If you fight him, you’re definitely going to get the shit beaten out of you." Sara spoke crudely, draping her arm over the shoulders of the man in the suit, who quickly shrugged her off.
"Yo, still a pure-hearted man." Sara felt humiliated and spat disdainfully, "No more discussion, that Limited Edition Hellfire, don’t you guys want it? I estimate that he has at least five SS-level equipment on him, absolutely a figure on our Landeck captain’s level."
"So what? With so many Conquerors here, we can just pile on and crush him." Lena turned to Landeck, "The real question is, how do we divide the spoils of war?"
"It’s too early to discuss that. Let’s kill him first, and the one who contributes the most gets the most." Landeck was very responsible, and his proposal benefitted him the most. Killing Tang Zheng would compete for the Fearless title with Fleischer.
"Have him contact that Rudy, and tell us his location." Landeck kicked the native and instructed Sara to deal with such trifles.
"I think we should lure him in, better set a trap too." Lena was the brain of the Wanderers team and very cautious.
"Making a fuss over nothing, wasting time." Sara was a Star of Beauty and felt somewhat shameful about her profession, which made her feel inferior in front of Lena, thus she was always trying to compete.
"Also right, Landeck is a Fourth Order after all." Lena cursed herself for being foolish, letting Landeck face off against the Eastern youth would lay the foundation for Fleischer’s final victory. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel{f}ire.net
"Group Leader, found him." After Rudy and his subordinates finished talking on the walkie-talkie, they rushed over to report the good news.
"What did you say?" Tang Zheng took the walkie-talkie, examining the tape-wrapped device, swinging it around as he listened to Rudy’s report.
"That’s not right, based on that description it should be Ai Yixin, but she’s teamed up with Dantai, who’s quite cunning. Someone’s watching, and they didn’t notice? And didn’t I tell you to bring the people you found back to me? Why are you only describing them using the walkie-talkie?" Tang Zheng had many questions that left Rudy speechless.
Rudy really wanted to ask if Tang Zheng made up that excuse to avoid paying a reward. Do you know how expensive those batteries are? If it weren’t for the Canned Beef, I wouldn’t even consider using those few walkie-talkies.
"Do your job well, and I won’t let you down. Connect me to that scout; no, don’t." Tang Zheng initially took out a box of Canned Beef for Rudy, ready to confirm the situation, then quickly dismissed the idea. If it was an enemy, it might spook them. (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)