Beginning with the Ubume Bird-Chapter 350 - 76 Li Yans Response (Part Four)
Chapter 350: Chapter 76: Li Yan’s Response (Part Four)
Chapter 350: Chapter 76: Li Yan’s Response (Part Four)
“`
The winter night could devour everything.
It was probably past three in the morning.
Suddenly, two beams of light pierced the darkness; beneath the golden columns of light, countless specks of radioactive dust danced and flitted about, like a frenzied swarm of insects.
A Jeep sprinted down the long street and stopped in front of a four-story apartment covered in marble.
The car door slammed open, and Zhuoma stepped out in black leather boots, covering her nose as she saluted into the car, then turned and headed upstairs.
The apartment was designated for some officers of the Black Star armored vehicle, with roughly twenty separate suites—Zhuoma’s key hung at her waist, belonging to the one at the very top.
With her extraordinary night vision, Zhuoma had no intention of turning on the lights but made her way straight up the stairs, her boots making a clear, crisp sound on the wooden staircase.
However, upon reaching her own door, Zhuoma’s pupils involuntarily constricted, and her fingers, which were about to insert the key, froze.
Her sparkling eyes fixed on the keyhole, and her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.
All was silent, save for her own breathing.
“Why aren’t you going in?”
A black cloak approached from behind Zhuoma, and a well-defined palm rested on her shoulder.
“What do you want?”
Zhuoma forced herself to remain calm. Even though she kept repeating to herself that this man had not died but had come to her, he must want something and would not kill her. Still, the sharp sense of danger from her intuition made her uneasy.
“I need your help with something.”
…
In the early morning, the sky showed milky white as the sandstorm persisted.
Truth be told, Liang Zhengyong disliked flying in aircraft, with the reason being that tens of thousands of meters up in the air, one had to entrust one’s life to a flying machine, with no chance to escape or resist—alive while the machine is intact, gone if it fails.
However, considering the urgency from the committee this time, he put that concern aside. Fortunately, the fighter jet, including the pilot, was reliable enough, and Liang Zhengyong’s own flying skills were likewise quite good, essentially eliminating the possibility of an accident.
“Commander.”
A large, dark transport plane stood in the center of the lift platform, and treaded vehicles loaded strange blue glass apparatus filled with unknown liquids and Yak Zombies, festooned with tubes all over their bodies, into the cargo hold.
Today, Liang Zhengyong was set to take all the living zombies’ samples, along with the drugs, back to the Black Star armored vehicle.
Those he had conquered, and those he led to conquer others, all people came to see him off.
In the stands.
“Do you know about that Winter Yak corpse?”
One of the researchers watching whispered to another, “Let me tell you, the blood of that Winter Yak had no odd smell whatsoever. We originally thought it was some kind of evolution within the zombie population, but when we dissected it, we found an abundance of failed internal organs. That female Yak, she wasn’t a zombie at all, but a dying old woman! We didn’t realize it because of the severe facial decay!”
“Weren’t we told that the radiation from Great Demon Lake turns all living people into zombies? And with the way she looked, how could she not be a zombie?”
The other person responded in astonishment.
“If she was of the fourth tier of troops, she could resist intense radiation for a long time, but the cost would be partial decay of the body. In contrast, after becoming zombified, the higher-ranking zombies could restore their appearance and prolong their lives by consuming flesh and blood.”
The researcher’s eyes glittered as he spoke.
“Then why did she…”
The other person couldn’t understand how a human—or was she even human?—could live among a society of zombies that fed on humans for over forty years.
That Winter Yak? Vera?!
“Because she could have had a more dignified death, that was possible for her.”
A dispassionate voice answered him, and Fa Fu, wearing a pencil skirt, held a black umbrella against the wind and sand.
“Minister,” she looked up, “the doctor said my husband may wake up today. Since the research materials on the Yak Zombies will be taken away, there’s no work left for me here. I’d like to take some time off.”
The Minister for Research, his temples touched with grey, watched Liang Zhengyong in formal attire on the platform and nodded silently, “Go ahead, you should also take a good rest.”
Fa Fu stood up and walked away, umbrella in hand.
In the stands, in addition to the research department, there were more than fifty officers of the Black Star armored vehicle at the rank of colonel or higher. There were also the heads of all the armed organizations that had bowed their heads to the Black Star, led by Zhuoma, the youngest son of Qiao Fortress, two directors from Raine Brothers, the remaining execs of Danzuo Automobile who had lost many but managed to elevate a new manager, and several chieftains of the Tu Tribe, among others.
Liang Zhengyong swept his gaze over the stands. Not a single person dared to meet his eyes.
In less than a month in Zone B, he had cleansed an area embroiled in chaos for decades, some stubborn powers entrenched for over a century.
“Commander, we’re ready.”
The staff officer approached.
Zhuoma clasped her ten fingers together, then suddenly the empty seat next to her was taken.
Wei Dan, drenched in sweat, wiped her neck with the back of her hand. She clutched the enormous sniper rifle and sat with a grim face, silent.
“Back already.”
Zhuoma seemed somewhat distracted.
“You were about to tear through the earth looking for me. How could I not come back?”
Wei Dan spoke with a tinge of grievance.
She had expected Zhuoma to scold her, but instead, Zhuoma just acknowledged with a hum and said no more.
“Colonel Zhuoma, it’s your turn to take the stage.”
A soldier approached and saluted her.
The military music blared loudly, marking the departure ceremony for Liang Zhengyong, a general who had subdued all violence in Zone B—with such meager pomp, and additional the sandstorm and the sea of somber black military uniforms, the atmosphere was more akin to someone’s funeral.
Liang Zhengyong thought so and tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Zhuoma walked towards him, taking a vibrant, multicolored silk cloth from someone nearby—a Khata in Tibetan customs. Usually offered to deities in specific religious rituals, this luxurious silk was being bestowed upon Liang Zhengyong, the slayer of the Buddhahood, on this day by the leaders of Zone B.
“`
Liang Zhengyong slightly lowered his head; amid the music, Zhuoma wrapped a five-colored silk scarf around Liang Zhengyong’s neck, and Liang Wei, who was in the audience, led the applause.
Amidst the music and applause, Liang Zhengyong suddenly asked Zhuoma, “You look pale, are you feeling alright?”
Zhuoma was startled, then shook her head gently.
“Liang Wei is young and impetuous. If he does anything absurd during his time here, I hope you’ll look after him.”
Liang Zhengyong’s tone was like that of a kindly neighbor.
Zhuoma nodded with a faint smile and silently stepped down from the stage to the rhythm of the music.
As Zhuoma stepped down the stairs, Liang Zhengyong suddenly turned to the staff officer beside him and asked, “Have the soldiers in charge of the guard reported any abnormalities?”
“The last report was three minutes ago; there were no abnormalities. Moreover, the Black Star combat vehicles are part of the cleanup plan, and two-thirds of the remaining high-ranking combat weapons and troops are lying in wait in town. Even if Tan Ya Mining were to launch a frontal assault, there’s nothing we can’t handle.”
“Have the personnel on board the cabin been checked?”
As she moved further away, Zhuoma’s fist suddenly clenched.
“I’ll go right now.”
“Check carefully, identity cards and retinal scans must be checked too.”
Zhuoma quickened her pace unconsciously.
The female staff officer strode into the cabin and examined every soldier on the transport, “Now, I will temporarily conduct a personnel check. Everyone must comply with the inspection. First, Sergeant Wu Jianming, please step forward for your check.”
About five minutes passed.
Zhuoma, back on the platform, stared intently at the dark maw of the cabin, waiting for gunfire or flashes of blood.
Unexpectedly, the female staff officer came out unharmed, and she bent down to Liang Zhengyong to report that everything was normal. Liang Zhengyong nodded slightly and stood up to walk into the cabin.
The transport plane successfully took off…
…
Zhuoma took off her high heels, walked barefoot out of the crowd, shook off the pursuit of others, and made a phone call when she reached a corner.
Dinglingling~
On the slope, Li Yan, with a Tactical Spider on his arm, received a vibrating alert and picked up the phone, leaning against the Dodge Tomahawk.
“You’re not on the plane?”
Zhuoma asked in a low voice.
“No, I’m quite surprised too; you didn’t betray me.”
“What exactly are you planning to do?”
“Kill Liang Zhengyong, get the formula.”
“The plane has taken off! How are you going to chase it?”
Zhuoma’s eyes reddened slightly; she had made many arrangements to cover up Li Yan’s tracks, and if she could cause enough chaos, she could erase these traces. But if Li Yan stood her up, Liang Wei, who was in charge of area B, would definitely trace her maneuvers.
“I thought you’d report me to Black Star’s combat vehicle, setting a trap inside a trap. I was wrong. But don’t worry, just act as if nothing happened.”
After speaking, Li Yan hung up the phone, mounted the Dodge Tomahawk, and frost spread out from beneath the tires.
The transport plane had already taken off, nearly a kilometer above the ground, and over seven hundred meters from the cliff where Li Yan was located.
“Do you want to initiate the Legendary Vehicle’s Comprehensive Mode: Rampage Collision?”
New novel 𝓬hapters are published on freёwebnoѵel.com.
“Yes.”
“Warning, the Rampage Collision mode requires extremely high ground conditions, with a 95% chance of flipping the vehicle. Even if successful, this mode may cause serious injury to both the vehicle and the driver. Please proceed with caution.”
“Yes!”
Li Yan inserted the Tactical Spider onto the motorcycle; a blue projection disk appeared before his eyes as blue electrical circles ignited one by one until streams of azure electricity burst forth!
The vehicle howled like a wolf!
“Warning, you have adjusted the speed of the Dodge Tomahawk far beyond the safety threshold!”
“Current speed is 750km/h!”
“Feature: ‘Smooth Riding’ is about to fail!”
“Continue accelerating, the probability of flipping due to terrain friction exceeds 70%!”
A long health bar rose before Li Yan’s eyes, displaying the odds of flipping.
Bang!
A blue glacier spread from the front tire, rising a seventy-meter-long white frost road on the cliffside.
The health bar plummeted!
“Due to terrain change, the chance of flipping has dropped to 3%.”
The takeoff speed of an ordinary plane is between two hundred and three hundred kilometers per hour, and its cruising speed usually doesn’t exceed eight hundred kilometers per hour.
But the legendary Dodge Tomahawk could accelerate to 800 kilometers per hour in twenty seconds, with a top speed of 1350 kilometers per hour, an unimaginable speed demon.
Undoubtedly, its relatively compact size, coupled with the rapid increase in speed, demanded extremely high requirements for both the terrain and the driver, as even a small stone could lead to total destruction!
The cliff began to crack; the Dodge Tomahawk surged on the smooth layer of ice created by Li Yan, as the Tactical Spider underwent particle plasticity transformation, finally shrinking to the size of a fist at the front of the motorcycle. A purple stream of particles tangled within it, creating a conic blue particle shield around the vehicle’s nose during the sprint, encompassing both the body of the vehicle and the waist of Li Yan.
The Savior Full-function Tactical Spider, war function: Particle Plasticity!
Boom!
The two-hundred-meter-tall cliff shattered with thunderous force like a collapsing tower, with helical currents whipping up a sky full of black radiation dust. The Dodge Tomahawk shot into the sky towards the transport plane, like a silver bullet.
The sound of the mountain collapsing captured everyone’s attention. Liang Wei on the stand, Afafu who was leaving, along with Wei Dan, Zhuoma, and others all looked up to the sky. Above, a grand red flame enveloped everything, hurling thousands of black pillars of fire in all directions, overpowering the rising sun!
