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Chapter 348: Chapter 74: Li Yan’s Response (Part Two)
Chapter 348: Chapter 74: Li Yan’s Response (Part Two)
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Boom!
Li Yan kicked open the iron door to the rooftop, glanced at the peanut shells on the ground, turned around, and left without a word, not even bothering to tend to the multiple wounds on his body.
Suddenly, a powerful impact hit him in the midsection. Li Yan’s nerves were taut, and he instinctively activated Hidden Flight, but he was still knocked backwards by the force of the fiery air current, shattering the satellite dish into pieces.
Li Yan’s back crashed into the surrounding wall, he managed to leave a bloody handprint on the wall before being blasted into the sky from the third-floor rooftop.
The mountain fire ignited the twisted ruins, painting the world a fiery red.
Li Yan’s shadow stretched, like duckweed being battered by a torrential rain.
Shii~ Shii~
A chill overflowed, and a frost-white glacier formed starting from Li Yan’s wrist, stretching about ten meters long, all the way to the iron bars, halting Li Yan in midair.
Boom!
What followed was another violent explosion at his location.
Amidst the flames, Li Yan, with most of his body wrapped in black Disaster Water, revealed a single eye, darting towards the direction of the gun barrel like a black meteor!
The gun was located on a small hillside, roughly three hundred meters away from Li Yan.
Having lost the cover of his action team, Song Zuo did not simply flee; instead, he used his original position as bait, attempting one final assault—a move befitting the old man’s style. Unfortunately, missing his shot meant no room to resist. After all, finding a suitable location and distance for a sniper to ambush in such a short time is difficult. Once discovered, it became nearly impossible to leave under Li Yan’s watchful eye.
Realizing this, Song Zuo didn’t give up. He pulled out two black revolvers, not even bothering with his beloved wild yak sniper rifle. From his prone position, he sat up, facing the direction from which Li Yan was charging, sliding down the steep hillside with sparks flying from his leather pants against the sand soil, oblivious to the friction.
Suddenly, a dark figure darted out from the hillside. Song Zuo’s well-defined hand squeezed the trigger, and the muzzle spat out a blinding jet of flame. The figure split in midair—it was nothing but a helmet.
In the distance, lit by the red glow of the flames, black ice fangs plunge downwards, closely following the contour of the landscape towards Song Zuo!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One after another, metal casings with the pungent smell of gunpowder danced and collided under the moonlight and flame, creating a crisp clinking sound.
Li Yan, with his face half-wrapped in Disaster Water, furrowed his brow in anger, moving like a ghost without substance, charging towards Song Zuo along the glacier. Bullets struck the Gang Dou and water armor, the scenery shifted, and the cracks in the Gang Dou at the corner of Li Yan’s eyes gradually spread.
Bang!
The ice shards and pieces of the Gang Dou could no longer bear the strain and burst apart, searing bullets grazed Li Yan’s cheek, evaporating blood with a sizzling sound, and Li Yan’s plunging knee struck Song Zuo viciously in the chest.
Sticky blood splattered onto Li Yan’s pants. On closer inspection, the bright red blood was a jelly-like substance mingled with black pieces of viscera.
Li Yan’s remaining right hand grabbed Song Zuo’s head and forcefully smashed it toward the ground, the dull thud of flesh accompanied by the splash of black mud and sand, Song Zuo’s two handguns falling helplessly from his hands.
Huff~ Huff~
The black Disaster Water scattered around, the cool moonlight, and the steaming glow of the flames coated Li Yan’s numerous wounds in a ghastly sheen.
“…”
In the silence, Song Zuo’s fingers trembled as they reached for the handgun on the ground. Li Yan remained silent, grabbed his forearm, and jerked it in the opposite direction. Song Zuo’s mouth bloody, he let out a heart-wrenching scream, his neck arching high.
“Aaahhh!”
“…”
Due to pain and fatigue, both men’s breathing was heavy. After a short while, Song Zuo’s other hand fumbled for something, but Li Yan had already grabbed the nearby handgun.
He glanced at the chamber, confirmed there were still bullets in it, and pressed it against Song Zuo’s head, speaking viciously, “You boarded the wrong ship, you old bastard.”
Song Zuo’s arm was broken violently, with severe pain stimulating his tear ducts. Tears mixed with mud and blood in his eyes. He gasped for air, grinding his teeth, making no effort to conceal his agony.
Li Yan pulled back the gun’s slide. “I can let you say a few last words.”
Song Zuo, with unfocused eyes, muttered something in Tibetan that Li Yan couldn’t understand, then closed his mouth.
Approximately two seconds passed.
Bang!
Song Zuo’s brain matter and blood splattered in an explosive pattern, and his skull was blown apart, leaving no chance of survival.
Li Yan staggered to his feet, every joint in his body groaned painfully, consecutive activations of Calamity Wave made his head feel as though it was being stirred by a needle, unquestionably making his mood even more violent.
Amidst the irritating pain, he noticed something clenched in Song Zuo’s hand.
After confirming it wasn’t a weapon, Li Yan pried open Song Zuo’s hand and found a shriveled ballpoint pen tip.
This thing was obviously worthless, but during the scarce commodities of a harsh winter, there were not many organizations that would prepare such an item.
“…”
Li Yan licked his lips, a dark purple pill appearing between his teeth—a Shunlian Pill, the miraculous medicine that could bring the dead back to flesh and bones.
Footsteps sounded behind Li Yan.
Li Yan turned around to find the Black Rider Ghost, clutching a blood-dripping long knife.
He looked as if he had been cleaved in two, with half of his body and head missing, the armor hollow inside but for a red glow. The remaining half of his face flickered with a scarlet light, staring at Li Yan’s face.
Li Yan stared back at the Black Rider Ghost, and the Black Rider Ghost stared back at Li Yan.
“Let’s go.”
Li Yan beckoned with his hand.
The Black Rider Ghost bowed its head, its hollow eye sockets fixating on the corpse of Song Zuo on the ground. Then, its entire being transformed into a black stream and burrowed into the hole of Li Yan’s Copper Coin.
There was one thing that Li Yan had always been very clear about.
The content of the Yan Fu incident had ended the moment he found the Barrett Sniper Rifle left by Yu Shu. It was assumed that he had already found Shuishu Park, and from that time on, Li Yan could return at any time. It would probably take about five seconds of meditation to detach himself from this fruit.
“Black Star combat vehicles…”
Li Yan raised his face, and in the sky, there was an inconspicuous little black dot.
Fourth-order troop type: Sanyuan Battle Craft
Category: Bomber-type fighter
Affiliation: Black Star combat vehicles
Firepower equipment: 2000kg incendiary bombs
12.7mm anti-aircraft machine guns
2 million-ton yield Tri-Aspect Bomb
Remarks: Designed by Mr. Lin Sanyuan, the chief weapons designer of the Black Star combat vehicles, this series is low-cost and extremely energy-efficient with no pollution. It can fly above 10,000 meters to the stratosphere. The downside is poor maneuverability, but the upside is huge load capacity and terrifying ground firepower.
Li Yan’s eyes narrowed tightly as he looked toward the unmistakable pale white smear not far away, his cracked lips stretched wide.
He did not choose to return but instead started running toward the direction of the cliff, even from a thousand meters above, he looked like a shooting star in his swiftness.
Outside Golden Summit Square, more and more people were gathering in the streets, densely packed, to the point where there was hardly room to stand.
It was hard to imagine that so many people were hidden between the crude portable cabins and ruins.
The giant black Buddha statue lying face down on the ground was broken in half, with clothes still draped over it for drying. The wildfire reddened half the sky, and the night was viscous. Even the fiery red wildfire could not illuminate the deep sky ten thousand meters up.
…
Liang Zhengyong massaged his forehead while the female staff officer reported to him, “Colonel Qiao Xing was attacked by the enemy, seriously injured, and has been sent to the battlefield hospital. According to the doctors, to save his life, his legs must be amputated immediately. Additionally, we still can’t contact the Mo Sui Squad. The signal from Swollen Face has also gone dark.”
“What about the other targets?”
“The Yak Zombies have been successfully contained. Only that temporary secondary target has not been confirmed killed or captured.”
Liang Zhengyong took out an old-fashioned pocket watch, blinking as if afflicted with dry eye syndrome.
“It doesn’t matter, he’s going to die there anyway. Pass down the deployment order.”
“…”
The staff officer looked hesitant but dared not speak.
Liang Zhengyong stood up to operate the signal himself, and the voice from the other side came through.
“Commander, ‘Ideal’ is in position. Should we deploy?”
“Deploy immediately.”
Having said that, Liang Zhengyong hung up the communication signal.
In the sky, from the Three-eyed Airship, a milky white spherical bomb fell from the cargo bay, piercing through rust-colored radiation clouds, whistling as it descended. Its target was Golden Summit Square.
With the falling Tri-Aspect Bomb as the epicenter, golden-red flames spread out. From a skyward view at night, the ground looked like it was covered with a dazzling golden egg. Black radiation dust spread out in concentric circles, engulfing forests, ruins, streets, and twisting utility poles in one swoop. Then the golden-red “egg” began to implode from the inside…
A point of blackness spread from the center of the collapse, filling the core of the flame, and then that “egg” finally burst open in its entirety!
The thick radiation smoke climbed towards the sky, layer upon layer, dense as though it were rock, and then exploded high in the air, forming a mushroom cloud of gold and black intertwining, with the outer flames being the clearest cream color and the center a blinding gold.
This dazzling mushroom cloud ultimately engulfed everything…
The Tri-Aspect Bomb equipped on the battle craft, also known as a hydrogen bomb.
The next day, Black Star combat vehicles issued a statement claiming that the remnants of the Medicine Buddha’s forces, in an extremely fanatical state of mind, attacked the Sixth Army operations headquarters of the Black Star combat vehicles and detonated an unattributable medium-sized nuclear weapon in a crazed act. The explosion, centered at Golden Summit Square, turned the entire headquarters into nothingness, causing civilian casualties of more than one hundred thousand. Even during the continuous conflicts and chaos of the bitter winter, such an event was shocking to the world.
In light of this situation, the Black Star combat vehicles once again launched a major purge against the followers of the Medicine Buddha in Zone B and, due to the severe radiation, marked the originally verdant mountains, now devoid of any vegetation, of the former Danzuo Automobile Headquarters as a restricted area.
This conflict was also known as the “Golden Summit Explosion” incident.
The Headquarters of the Sixth Army moved into the town that formerly housed the headquarters of Kuang Zhuoma. Liang Zhengyong stated he took full responsibility for the incident and, after repeated urging by the committee, announced his resignation as the Commander of the Sixth Army and went to headquarters to report immediately. His son, Liang Wei, was appointed acting Commander of the Sixth Army.
It seemed that time itself had stopped at this point. After all, no organization seemed to have the public credibility or obligation to condemn in the bitter winter…
…
On the barren black charred land, with ugly riverbeds clashing icicles against each other.
A pale and strong arm suddenly emerged from the radiation-filled water; Li Yan’s head popped out, his wet hair covering his left eye, while his right eye was barely open with no light shining through.
The sound of shallow water stirred, and Li Yan, naked, stood up from the riverbed, his bare feet stepping on the warm charred earth.
He looked around, twisted his neck with two crisp cracks, then pulled out a change of clothes from his personal mark and summoned his “Dodge Tomahawk”. He mounted the motorcycle.
Without a word, he headed towards the headquarters of Kuang Zhuoma.
Just as Liang Zhengyong had ordered the deployment of “Ideal” without any soliloquy or rationalization to himself.
At this time, Li Yan had no intention of spewing any tough talk to himself.
