Beginning with the Ubume Bird Chapter 303

Chapter 303: Chapter 29 The Defeat Implementation

Two golden headlights shot like arrows, snapping Li Yan back to reality.

The silver armored vehicle's roof sported a pair of Maxim machine guns, stained with spattered blood–whose it was, unknown. A Sudu bird seemed to casually glide past the armored vehicle's window as Li Yan promptly opened his mouth, “Seems like there's no one in the car.”

“We can't just sit here watching it come towards us.”

Song Zuo added a grenade launcher attachment to the muzzle of his Wild Yak RS107.

He opened his ammunition box, his index finger wandering among the yellow, red, and white rows of ammo before pulling out a wholly white grenade.

Song Zuo's ammo bag contained three types of bullets. The yellow ones were ordinary steel rifle bullets, precision-machined to fragment into several small shards upon impact, causing a spray-like lethal effect. The fiery red bullets were filled with a special fuel, with a kill radius of over two meters, and could reach temperatures up to a thousand degrees; their flames were highly adhesive. Facing large targets, he often used these bullets.

As for the white ones, Song Zuo had never used them before. They were a special type of bullet nicknamed the “Death Camera” provided exclusively by Pompeii Armaments, expensive and the most destructive of the three. According to Wei Dan, “a single shot is enough to blast through the armor of a fighter jet and a heavy tank,” referring to this type of bullet.

The downside was, upon leaving the barrel, the bullet would trigger a violent chemical reaction, causing a bright flash and revealing the shooter's position. On the battlefield, when the camera flashed, the enemy would die, but the shooter might also meet their death.

“Close your eyes.”

He said to Li Yan.

Li Yan simply turned away. Song Zuo lifted the rough body of the gun, and as the Death Camera left the barrel, its distinct white light engulfed both Li Yan and Song Zuo, as well as the red sedan behind them.

The bullet, trailing a visible white vortex, carried countless black sand particles along its path and slammed into the front of the vehicle. The sheet metal armor stood no chance and was instantly pierced through. The armored car was penetrable from front to back; in an instant, the complex network of pipes was faintly visible, followed by a violent explosion.

Inside the sphere-shaped, orange-red flames, new spherical fires rose like a string of fire bottle gourds, then suddenly imploded inward, dense black smoke billowing, obliterating any sight of the armored vehicle.

However, the moment the bullet left the barrel, Song Zuo felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull, his blood boiling and rushing to his face!

“Above?!”

A flash of blade light leaped out from mid-air, aimed harshly at Song Zuo's head!

Clutching the hilt was a putrid hand with intertwined purple veins, followed by a blood-stained gluelike bodysuit with a bronze zipper going upwards. It was a rotten woman's face with eyes full of cloudy white crystals, making one's scalp tingle.

A third-tier special soldier species: the Ghost, capable of refracting light, in layman's terms, a stealth soldier.

This strike had been a long time in the making, and stemming from a hard-to-describe gut feeling, it targeted not Li Yan, who had his eyes closed, doing nothing, but rather the more alert old man, Song Zuo.

Song Zuo only had time to look up when the blade was about to slash his skull, but Li Yan, who had his eyes tightly shut, suddenly took a step forward, leaning over to raise his hand, and his Ring Dragon Sword accurately swept against the handle of the blade with a clear clang.

The female zombie hesitated for a moment in the flash of light. With his eyes still closed, Li Yan relied solely on his senses to charge at the female zombie and brought the Han Sword down on her, engaging in close combat with this mysterious assailant.

Amidst the fiery light and shadow, the buzzing of clashing swords and knives, the hiss of shoes scraping the sand, and the sounds of fingers clutching at the zombie's bodysuit as the rubber stretched all drowned in the surging noise.

When Song Zuo could barely open his eyes, the armored vehicle in the distance was enveloped in flames. He was not dead, and Li Yan, his forehead beaded with sweat, stood over the military saber he had pinned underfoot, along with the Ghost who had attempted to ambush them. The Ring Dragon Sword was buried in its eye socket, and behind its head lay a pool of foul-smelling red blood.

It was then that Li Yan began to slowly open his eyes.

He pulled out the Ring Dragon Sword, took two steps back from the blood and gazed at the charred shell of the vehicle amidst black smoke and flames, then finally nodded in certainty: “Indeed, there was no one in the vehicle.”

“It must be due to a Driver, another third-tier special soldier species that can remotely control motor vehicles and some electronic machinery.”

Song Zuo responded, then added another sentence, “If I'm not mistaken, among the core squads dispatched by Kuang Zhuoma, there is a female Ghost soldier and a boy who looks like a driver.”

Li Yan looked down, searching through the body of the dead female zombie, but found nothing that could prove her identity. However, her conspicuous rubber leather clothing drew attention, starkly different from the ragged khaki military uniforms on the other zombies.

“She might be the person in charge of the Kuang Zhuoma B6 No-Man's Land Camp; I recall there's someone by the name of JOJO.”

Song Zuo spoke with a somber tone. He hadn't expected these zombies to be so capable.

“So you're saying, we might have first taken out a whole expedition squad of Kuang Zhuoma before we could possibly see what kind of zombie turned these people into such ghastly figures?”

Before Li Yan could finish speaking, footsteps sounded. A burly figure emerged from the red glow of sunrise, his wrist wrapped in a loop of silver steel cables, with a gaping hole in his chest that allowed one to see the flames still billowing from the armored vehicle behind him.

It was Yin Xiong.

In Li Yan's hand, the Ring Dragon Sword's tip drooped; he twitched the corner of his mouth, “I thought you had some real skills, but you died so cleanly.”

The zombified Yin Xiong ignored Li Yan's taunts, his stiff and greenish face exhaling two jets of white mist from his nose as he swung the steel cables like a vicious snake lashing out. Song Zuo loaded his gun and fired, cutting the steel cables in half, a large section blown to pieces, but the severed cable still retained tremendous resilience and vitality, moving like a live python. It swung in a large arc, splitting in two, with one piece charging towards Song Zuo and the other towards Li Yan.

“These two really have some skills. Aside from being invisible, the Ghost female soldier's close combat abilities are also above those of regular Wandering Deity soldiers, yet she got taken out by that swordsman in a couple of moves. Let's see his name, Li Yan…”

In her hand was a roster, originally content tucked inside Hao's notebook.

“And that old man, his gun is like a long-range rocket launcher. The capabilities of these two Wilderness Hunters surpass those of average third-tier special forces. Yes, they're a perfect match for my skills.”

The speaker was a porcelain doll-like little girl with rosy curled hair and a white dress. She sat on the edge of a skyscraper's unfinished rooftop, her legs dangling in the air, looking down at the battle from a high vantage, her slender fingers moving back and forth.

She was originally a member of the Kuang Zhuoma expedition squad, a boy with a flat cap named Ji Ou, standing behind her with a bullet hole in his head, obviously dead, yet with his head raised, eyes vacant, staring intently at Li Yan and Song Zuo.

The girl was still communicating with something, “Don't worry, I will bring back the goods. That old man's ammunition isn't abundant, and the remaining one, who stubbornly sticks to cold weapons in the bitter winter, is an idiot. There shouldn't be any surprises.”

It was hard to detect from the girl's intense emotional fluctuations in her speech that she was a zombie who lived in deadly radiation, just as it was hard to sense any signs of decay or organ failure. Her skin was even smoother and more delicate than that of an average person.

“Just like that, I'll keep an eye on the remaining black-armored soldier. If they try the same trick again, they won't be aware of me.”

She ended the conversation and snapped her fingers at Ji Ou behind her.

Ji Ou's pupils contracted, and around Song Zuo and Li Yan, where derelict cars previously lay powerless, were now controlled by an indescribable force. The aged tires spun wildly, rushing towards the two men from all directions.

Yin Xiong's steel cable bit into the Ring Dragon Sword's blade; Li Yan lifted his arm, wrestling with Yin Xiong as the eerie abandoned vehicles slammed from all directions. He didn't even glance at them; instead, he turned to Song Zuo and asked, “If you were those zombies, with ten tier-three special forces zombies at your disposal, would you send them one by one using the 'add oil' tactic?”

Song Zuo drew two pistols from his waist and fired left and right, bullets hitting the steel rims of the car tires. Taking advantage of the break, he rolled away from the flying cable and answered, “No, unless they can't send ten at the same time. Right now, it seems they send at most two at a time. And this also implies…”

He picked up the Wild Yak, worked the bolt, the casings fell to the ground, and then he spun around, the rifle pointing towards the vast sea of buildings.

“The controller is nearby!”

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