Chapter 135: Underestimation

On the “Infinite,” countless bullets hammered against the train’s armor, while outside, a chorus of corpse shrieks filled the air; the bandits’ convoy had smashed through the track’s barrier, creating a breach, and many zombies poured in through the gap.

Both sides began close-range firefights; casualties surged!

In Car 3, Zhao Yan and Xu Wen watched the battle outside and cowered, clutching their heads. “Ahh!!! Why did we stop!?” Zhao Yan screamed.

“Is the track blocked? Why didn’t we just keep going?” Xu Wen cried out in panic.

Ding Junyi, however, sat calmly at her computer, fingers flying, as if the chaos outside had nothing to do with her.

“Director Ding, watch out for bullets!” Zhao Yan suddenly shouted.

“The research car’s windows are bulletproof; the entire train is rated P5 protection, plus external armor. Regular bullets can’t touch us.”

Ding Junyi continued typing rapidly on her keyboard, her voice calm: “In this situation, since we can’t help, let’s not make noise and interfere with them.”

Hearing her words, Zhao Yan’s screams faded, her face pale; both of them simply covered their ears, tense, waiting for the battle outside to end.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the other side, Lin Xian rushed toward the fallen Guo Laoyi, unleashing a torrent of machine gun fire; a cloud of snow and dust erupted as the gray birdman suddenly darted sideways, and at the same time, a black object was hurled toward Lin Xian’s feet.

He looked down—it was a grenade with the pin pulled.

Lin Xian’s eyes hardened; he swiftly conjured a long metal clamp, precisely gripped the grenade, and hurled it back at the speeding birdman.

Guo Laoyi, confident in his quick reflexes, was already retreating from the battlefield—only to see his own grenade hurtling back at him. He roared: “Fuck your ancestors! How the hell is that mechanical arm so long?!”

Instinctively, he folded his wings midair and raised his mechanical arm to block.

Boom!

A massive explosion tore through his wings, punching several bloody holes.

Guo Laoyi’s face was charred black; fury surged in his chest—he realized he’d met a real tough one. He flapped his wings violently, preparing to break off and take out a few of the civilians behind first.

The Black Crow gang had three psychics, plus the merged team of Zhou Lei, totaling four psychics and Huang Mao—a firearms expert whose body had evolved. Even against hundred-man convoys, they never flinched.

“Fuck it, let’s kill a few first…”

Guo Laoyi made up his mind, using his mobility to adjust his angle in midair—but the moment he turned, his vision went black.

A massive electric tower, as if alive, snapped in half and swept sideways toward him!

Whoosh! Zzzzt! Zzzzt!

Dozens of cables snapped; the steel tower was controlled by an invisible force and slammed down through the air.

Bang!

Guo Laoyi, still in flight, was crushed like a fly—slammed to the ground and rolled into the side of the tracks.

At the “Infinite’s” door, Kiki lowered her right hand slowly, her eyes glinting with disdain: “Flying around? Let me knock this crow right out of the sky!”

We’ve hit a hard one!

Guo Laoyi, now sprawled on the ground with broken wings and widespread fractures, struggled to his feet and saw a man and woman walking toward him from the train—his soul froze. The soaring, invincible feeling he’d had moments ago vanished completely.

What kind of psychic powers? One mind control, one lightning?!!

Guo Laoyi, used to slaughtering Level One mutants or physical-type psychics, was utterly stunned—he never imagined this train carried such high-level psychics. Fear flooded his mind; he immediately prepared to flee.

“Let Big Brother handle this kind of expert.”

With a thought, a cylindrical device suddenly popped out from his mechanical prosthetic arm—it looked like a miniature bomb.

Just as he reached for it, a dark shadow shot forward.

“Who the hell—?!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! “Guo Laoyi, watch out!”

Bullets rained from behind—his teammate Huang Mao was covering him.

But the shadow moved faster than Huang Mao; in a few flashes, it reached Guo Laoyi, stomped on his mechanical shoulder, twisted his wrist backward—CRACK!—and efficiently severed the entire arm. Simultaneously, it spun around, raising a black rifle, its muzzle snapping to rest against Guo Laoyi’s face.

Two cold, menacing muzzles aimed at Guo Laoyi’s forehead—Remington M96.

Guo Laoyi stared into the black barrels, his heart plummeting.

Fuck…

Boom!

A thunderous crack—Guo Laoyi’s head exploded like a watermelon.

Just three seconds: sprint, stomp, disarm, spin, headshot!

The shadow’s face was icy, silent—every motion flowed like water.

Shu Qin!

Lin Xian and Kiki watched, their expressions shifting.

“Whoa, so fast—is she a psychic?” Kiki gasped.

Lin Xian shook his head, eyes wide: “She’s not a psychic.”

In his mind, he’d always thought Shu Qin and Xu Jin were just survivors with strong willpower—he never imagined these “ordinary” people could possess such brutal hand-to-hand combat strength.

!

No wonder she earned Blood Essence and survived the strange entity—apparently, he’d underestimated these survivors.

Now he remembered what Ding Junyi had told him: after the Eternal Night, those who survived—even without psychic powers—had their physical bodies evolved by the darkness, surpassing human limits wasn’t rare.

Shu Qin now was clearly far beyond ordinary humans. No wonder she’d led her small convoy this far—her survival wasn’t just luck or chance.

“Fuck you all!!” Huang Mao, rushing to rescue his teammate, saw his friend’s head explode—his face twisted in rage, and he opened fire with his AK at Shu Qin.

Shu Qin dodged sideways, tossed the mechanical arm toward Lin Xian, then sprinted along the ground at a speed no human could match—while bullets from the convoy rained down on Huang Mao.

Lin Xian’s eyes lit up; he caught the mechanical arm midair and fired several Wind Guns to cover Shu Qin.

Huang Mao couldn’t dodge Lin Xian’s attack—his abdomen was pierced by a Wind Gun; panicked, he bolted into the horde of zombies, weaving through them to evade bullets.

Lin Xian frowned—Huang Mao’s speed was clearly beyond human, yet he had no psychic power. Just speed and reflexes alone made him a formidable fighter.

“Luo Luo, unleash the zombie horde!!”

As he ran, Huang Mao shouted into his radio—he finally realized this convoy’s combat power… completely exceeded their expectations!

But they still had the zombie horde—a devastating weapon—there was still a chance to turn the tide!

On the other side, seeing the battle turn against them, the purple-haired woman named Luo Luo, hiding on the vehicle, snarled, her eyes glowing green; a violent, invisible force rippled outward—the zombies surrounding their convoy and those who’d breached the tracks suddenly went berserk, all turning their fury toward Shu Qin and Xu Jin’s team.

“Shit! They’re triggering the horde!” Xu Jin yelled. The side door of the heavy truck swung open, revealing a modified electric Gatling gun: “Hold the line, everyone!!”

Whoosh! Tada-tada-tada!

The multi-barrel Gatling spat fire, sweeping through the charging zombies.

Instantly, everyone’s target shifted from the Black Crow convoy to clearing the zombies—while still fending off Black Crow’s bullets. The situation turned desperate.

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(End of Chapter)