Chapter 136: Cover

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

On the street, flames exploded, fire raging.

Because the zombies were too numerous, Lu Xingchen and Qiu Long fought from the roadside into a shop; both were Evolution-grade abilities, Lu Xingchen’s fire ability was truly powerful, but Qiu Long’s strange blood aura grew stronger with each battle, recovering at an astonishing rate, leaving them momentarily locked in stalemate.

“Still recovering?!”

Lu Xingchen’s face twisted in shock, gritting his teeth hard: “Then I’ll burn you to ash and see if you—”

“Enough talk!”

THUD!

Qiu Long appeared like a ghostly blood shadow, instantly closing in, throwing a punch; Lu Xingchen blocked with both arms, then spun and blasted fire backward: “Reverse Push!”

“Shit name—why do you yell every move? Watch too many cartoons, you!”

“Hmph! Fire Fist!”

Lu Xingchen seemed utterly immersed in his own world, completely unaffected by Qiu Long—he threw a punch, unleashing searing flames like a fire column as thick as a barrel.

“God·Flame of Annihilation!” = both hands spewing fire

“God·Flame Slash!” = one hand spewing fire downward

“Emperor of Flame!” = launching a massive fireball

Qiu Long’s heart hardened with murderous intent—he’d killed countless ruthless types on his way, and this young kid had no combat experience yet possessed terrifying power, plus he kept shouting those ridiculous names—it made Qiu Long seethe.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

On the other side, Huang Mao sprinted toward the convoy and took cover behind an SUV; at that moment, an ability user with insect-like armored limbs and exoskeletal appendages, shrugging off bullets, led a group of underlings forward with guns.

“Perfect, Da Yong—kill that girl, I’ll grab a beauty to keep you company in your car!” Huang Mao called out upon seeing the newcomer.

“Hehe! Got it!”

Da Yong had originally been under Zhou Lei’s command, the kind of guy who clearly wasn’t bright; hearing Huang Mao’s words, he grinned, nearly drooling, his eyes locking onto Kiki near the train.

“I want her!”

“Go the fuck do it!” Huang Mao turned, firing his gun while shouting.

“Alright, kill!”

Da Yong, shouted at, immediately roared, raising his hardened insect pincers to shield his face, then leapt onto a wrecked car and charged forward.

BANG!

At that moment, a massive gunshot detonated.

Da Yong, standing atop the vehicle, his armored insect shell just lifting off the roof, suddenly his upper chest and head exploded violently—flesh, organs, brain, shattered bones sprayed outward, thick blood gushing into a crimson mist!

In an instant, only half his body remained, a severed spine exposed, trembling with a chilling horror.

This sight left Huang Mao and his underlings hiding beneath the car utterly stunned.

“Fuck! They’ve got snipers!!” Huang Mao gasped.

Inside Car No.1 of the Wuxianhao, Chen Sixuan aimed the A33K heavy anti-materiel sniper rifle out the window, her face pale, eyes filled with suppressed fury.

For some reason, seeing the relentless attackers charging forward and the convoy allies killed by zombies and bullets, Chen Sixuan’s anger surged—her teammates were risking their lives, yet she could do nothing. Seeing the sniper rifle, she somehow found courage, lifting the heavy weapon, sighting, disengaging safety, loading, aiming, firing—all in one fluid motion!

She hit the target.

Through the scope, watching Da Yong’s torso explode, she shuddered involuntarily—only now did she realize what she’d done.

Her lips and teeth went dry, her eyes glazed, her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her fingers trembling slightly.

She’d completely forgotten how steady her hand had been when she pulled the trigger…

It felt like the quiet joy of placing a cherry gently in the center of a cake during an afternoon baking session at home.

Lou Shasha, running over, stared wide-eyed, hand over her mouth: “Sister Chen?!”

Chen Sixuan’s ears rang; slowly returning from the shock of killing, she turned to Shasha: “I… did I kill him? Is he dead…???”

Shasha stared at the half-body on the car roof, dumbfounded: “Sis, he’s shattered like that—he’s not salvageable…”

Lin Xian and Kiki, hearing the shot, rushed onto the vehicle and saw Chen Sixuan, pale as death, clutching the sniper rifle.

“Lin Xian, I… I just wanted to help.” Chen Sixuan seemed to be explaining why she fired.

Lin Xian blinked: “When did you learn to use a sniper rifle?”

Lin Xian stared at the rifle she held—she was barely taller than its 1.6-meter frame, and she normally handled things gently—how had she suddenly lifted this heavy rifle and blown someone’s head apart?

“I learned from Shasha.” Chen Sixuan said nervously.

Shasha immediately waved her hands: “I… I only taught Sister Chen some basics—I’ve never even fired a shot!”

“Whoa, Sister Chen’s got a talent for this? So cool!” Kiki’s eyes sparkled, watching Chen Sixuan clutch the rifle with a strikingly fierce grace. “You’re my goddess!”

Lin Xian stared in awe—this apocalypse was truly fucked, turning a quiet, gentle foreign language teacher into a sniper.

If Chen Sixuan had this talent, maybe he could design a custom sniper setup for her later!

Ughhh!!!

Outside, the zombie tide surged like an ocean, quickly filling the tracks; everyone fought while retreating, scrambling into the vehicles.

“What now?”

Shu Qin also returned to the vehicle, pulling out a radio: “Their leader’s still tangled with Lu Xingchen—there must be another ability user!”

“Where’s the one controlling the zombie tide?” Lin Xian asked over the radio to the rest of the convoy: “Has anyone seen him?!”

Shu Qin didn’t hesitate—she ordered the convoy to launch drones to search.

Now trapped by the zombie tide, they were on the defensive—if they could kill the instigator, they’d gain precious breathing room.

Hearing Lin Xian’s voice, Xu Jin shouted over the radio to Lao Mo: “The one controlling the zombie tide must be hiding in a vehicle—Lao Mo, can you find him?”

!

“I only saw Huang Mao—I’ll take care of him first!” Lao Mo’s voice came back.

On a specially modified heavy truck, zombies surrounded it, but he paid no mind; inside the cab, Lao Mo in a leather jacket scanned through binoculars, then pressed the intercom button: “Everyone, pay attention—the yellow-haired guy is hiding behind that green SUV.”

“We see him—there are plenty of snipers hiding in that area—what’s the plan?” other convoy members replied.

“They’ve got cover.”

“Too many zombies…”

“What a pain.”

“Why not just blast them with a few rounds?”

Lao Mo’s convoy was lively, voices overlapping—but soon they reached consensus.

“That makes sense!”

Lao Mo thought the plan excellent—he pressed a button, and from the truck’s roof, several dark launch tubes slowly rose, each seemingly loaded with missiles…

He then fetched a pair of reading glasses, putting them on, carefully adjusting parameters on the screen.

“Let’s send them and their cover to hell.”

He pressed the launch button.

On the other side, Huang Mao, clutching his wounded abdomen with his underlings, watched the zombie tide surge past—finally, he exhaled: “Fuck, Guo Lao Er’s dead, Da Yong—who was dumb as a rock—is dead too. Today’s losses are heavy—if I don’t get revenge—”

Snap snap, before he finished muttering, one of the juniors beside him suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

“What?!”

The underling beside him said nothing, pointing in terror toward a direction.

Huang Mao, annoyed, followed his gaze—and saw, far off on the giant truck’s roof, a black launch frame rising.

“What the hell is that?!”

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!!

Instantly, three missiles shot from the frame, their exhaust trails twisting sharply midair, then streaking toward Huang Mao’s hiding spot.

Huang Mao froze, then his face twisted in horror, whispering: “…Shit!”

BOOM!

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(End of Chapter)