Chapter 137: Ambush

Outside the tracks, a thunderous explosion echoed.

The massive commotion startled everyone; where their eyes fell, they saw several off-road vehicles from the Black Crow convoy blown to shards, flames roaring, thick black smoke billowing.

Huang Mao and his gang were instantly reduced to ashes, a few fragments of their coats drifting down in the wind.

At that moment, the purple-haired woman Luo Luo in the passenger seat of the heavy truck, having watched Guo Lao’er, Huang Mao, and Da Yong all lose their lives, finally sensed danger—her face turned deathly pale, her eyes frantically searching for Qiu Long’s position.

The entire convoy was now in disarray; Qiu Long was the strongest among the four, with extraordinary vitality—if he still lived, the convoy could still hold.

On the other side, Lin Xian saw more and more zombies surging from the city streets, thick fog gradually rising, his expression growing grim.

“Shasha, cover me—I’m breaking out! That psychic can’t be far away!”

This ability to control zombies was terrifyingly potent—last night’s zombie horde nearly overturned the train. Lin Xian didn’t dare delay; he grabbed his gun and electric blade and leapt off the train.

Hum!

A telekinetic wave struck, sending dozens of zombies flying away from beside the train, clearing a path for Lin Xian.

Shasha followed Kiki off the train, swinging her grenade launcher in wide arcs and firing.

Boom~Bang!

Boom~Bang!

Grenades kept exploding amid the zombie horde, while Xu Jin’s convoy unleashed furious heavy fire—wave after wave of zombies collapsed.

Lin Xian’s machine gun never stopped firing; his right hand gripped the electric blade as he charged straight into the fray, eyes constantly scanning the direction of the Black Crow convoy.

Taptaptap—a burst of bullets rang out through the fog. Lin Xian dodged out from behind the trackside wall, spun back, and slashed two bandits dead who were firing at the train.

A drone flew past behind Lin Xian; his radio crackled with Kiki’s voice: “Lin Xian, at two o’clock, there’s a black truck—passenger seat has a woman!”

Behind them, Kiki manipulated her mobile terminal, zooming in on the drone’s feed, quickly spotting the strange woman in the truck’s passenger seat—her eyes glowed green, unmistakably a sign of some psychic ability.

Hearing Kiki’s words, Lin Xian didn’t stop moving—he fired a rapid string of bullets toward the heavy truck’s cab.

Ding ding ding!

The bullets had no effect on the truck—the glass was reinforced bulletproof, but the impact made the purple-haired woman notice Lin Xian. Seeing her expression flicker with panic, Lin Xian knew—he’d found her.

Wu!

He gathered electric energy in his palm, ready to strike—when suddenly, a roaring flame erupted from his left.

Boom!

A pillar of fire shot skyward, and a man covered in crimson flames burst free, racing toward Lin Xian with blinding speed—Qiu Long!

Qiu Long struck from the side and rear, his fist roaring with force, aimed straight at Lin Xian’s temple!

Lu Xingchen hadn’t expected Qiu Long to suddenly turn on someone else—he tried to warn, but it was too late.

Yet, just as the fist neared Lin Xian, he’d sensed it in advance—he flipped his left hand, and a massive metal shield instantly formed.

Dong!

Qiu Long’s surprise punch, certain to land, had struck nothing but air—Lin Xian hadn’t even turned his head—but now his fist slammed into a thick steel plate. The force dented the plate deeply, yet left Lin Xian utterly unharmed.

Qiu Long’s eyes widened in shock—where did this steel come from? Isn’t this guy an electric-type psychic?

Pssst!

As that thought flashed through his mind, a blinding arc of electricity shot straight at his face!

The lightning seared a hole through Qiu Long’s cheek, piercing clean through from his temple to the back of his skull—no blood sprayed. Lin Xian sidestepped, kicked hard against the steel shield, and sent Qiu Long flying with it.

Boom!

Qiu Long was still airborne when a pillar of fire erupted, swallowing him whole.

“Watch out—he’s got incredible regeneration!” Lu Xingchen’s voice came from behind.

True enough, Qiu Long, now charred and wounded from his failed ambush, burst out of the flames—but instead of charging at Lin Xian or Lu Xingchen, he spun around and sprinted toward Shasha and Kiki on the Infinite Train.

“Damn it—he’s trying to take hostages and steal your train!”

Seeing Qiu Long race toward the two girls, Lu Xingchen’s face twisted in fury—he clenched his teeth. This coward couldn’t win in open combat, so he resorted to treachery. He despised such tactics more than anything—he roared, stomped fire beneath his feet, and leapt forward.

“I am the god here—how dare you!!”

Lin Xian, watching this, wore a strange expression.

This guy… is so damn cringe.

And Qiu Long? Even dumber—why run toward the girls? Any other direction would’ve been better…

Qiu Long’s eyes bulged with rage—his convoy was destroyed, he was cornered. His ambush on Lin Xian had failed, and the fire user was too strong. Desperate, he spotted Shasha and Kiki by the tracks—two girls who looked like Lin Xian’s important teammates or family. Lin Xian was the train’s leader; even Xu Jin and Shu Qin’s convoy followed behind. If he captured them, maybe he could turn the tide!

Shasha, seeing a blood-red figure charging toward her, paled and stumbled back—she collided hard into Kiki’s arms.

“Bro!!” Shasha screamed. “It doesn’t matter who you call!”

Qiu Long’s face twisted in fury—his blood aura had turned dark red, clearly pushed to its absolute limit.

He leapt from the zombie horde, gathering every ounce of strength for a final counterattack.

But he never landed.

His entire body suddenly froze in midair.

Qiu Long looked up—the girl before him had cold, piercing eyes, her hair stirring without wind, her pupils glowing faintly—a terrifying control force pinned him in place.

“Bro?”

He couldn’t understand—this psychic was a girl too, so why did the little girl call him “bro”?

In the next instant, before Qiu Long could react, a massive shadow surged forward, raising a giant steel cleaver!

Qiu Long’s eyes widened—his heart turned cold.

So the “bro” was here…

Da Lou, seeing Shasha and Kiki under attack, stormed forward with murderous intent, roaring as he raised his blade and brought it down.

Pshhh!

Qiu Long was sliced clean in half.

Kiki casually waved her hand, tossing his remains into the zombie horde. The zombies, sensing the thick blood scent, went berserk, swarming and tearing at Qiu Long’s corpse.

!

Lin Xian frowned at the sight—too gruesome.

“Watch out—he regenerates fast!”

A burst of flame descended—Lu Xingchen stepped out dramatically, blasting fire that roasted a cluster of zombies. He warned Kiki and Shasha again—but after he cleared the scorched corpses and approached, he saw Qiu Long had been reduced to shredded bits, dead beyond any doubt.

“Can he still regenerate after this?” Kiki frowned in reply.

Shasha looked nauseated: “Eww, he’s zombie poop now—how could he possibly recover…”

Lu Xingchen stared, stunned—he’d been completely upstaged. The atmosphere turned awkward.

“Bro, what’s wrong?”

Shasha turned to Da Lou—his facial veins had turned crimson, as if affected by Qiu Long’s blood aura.

“Nothing…” Da Lou frowned, waving his hand dismissively.

He didn’t know why, but after slicing Qiu Long, that blood aura had surged into him—his flesh and blood began to churn violently.

“Incredible, incredible.” Lu Xingchen stared at Kiki—he’d seen her invisible telekinesis, and was awestruck. “I’ve never met a telekinetic before. Back then, I dreamed of telekinesis most of all.”

“But…” He sighed wistfully, inhaling deeply, speaking to himself before Kiki and Shasha: “Fate is fate. Now I’ve been called by the God of Fire. In this apocalypse, I vow to use this divine flame to burn away all aberrations. If heaven had not created Lu Xingchen, eternal night would never end.”

Lu Xingchen snapped his fingers—a tiny flame ignited at his fingertip. “Ah, what can I do? Greater power, greater responsibility. You must feel the same way, right…?”

Kiki watched this man babbling to himself, her frown deepening. He looked like a serious, decent guy—why was his vibe so bizarre? Was his intellect… slightly off?

“Hey, big brother.”

Shasha’s voice interrupted Lu Xingchen’s self-indulgence.

Boom!

“What is it?” Lu Xingchen flicked his hand—a jet of flame blasted the zombies behind him into the air. He stood calmly, composed.

“Um…” Shasha pointed toward the distant street. “Is that RV yours?”

Huh? RV?

What RV? How do you know I have an RV?

The familiar word reached Lu Xingchen’s ears—he spun around—and saw the high-end RV speeding away. It was his beloved creation—the God of Fire!

“F***! My car! My car!! Who the hell stole my car!!”

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