Beginning with the Ubume Bird-Chapter 299 - 25 The Bombing Begins (4)

Chapter 299 -25 The Bombing Begins (4)

The whistling cold wind circled above the ruins, with Song Zuo’s expression fluctuating uncertainly as he subconsciously moved his finger away from the trigger.

Rustle rustle~

Li Yan repeatedly pressed the switch, his unfocused eyes seemingly pondering something.

In the darkness, the stooped figure of Song Zuo stepped out.

“What are you thinking now?”

Li Yan shook his head, “Haven’t figured it out…”

For any sufficiently rational and experienced hunter, although finding the news unbelievable, their actions would be very decisive – they would first hurry to the agreed location with Kuang Zhuoma to see if the pickup truck was still there and further verify it with the driver. If they really couldn’t contact that strong core troop, then they should quickly flee from Great Demon Lake and preserve themselves wisely.

Song Zuo was inclined to believe it was true, as the message just now revealed a lot of information, not only in line with what he knew, but also very easy to verify. The possibility of it being fabricated by the undead was extremely low, and the effect was mediocre at best.

Li Yan’s answer that he hadn’t figured it out clearly meant he didn’t want to leave!

Li Yan had his own standards of judgment.

All along the way, with so many clues, there was no doubt that the value Li Yan could extract from Great Demon Lake far surpassed a license from Kuang Zhuoma. Besides, he still had strength to spare; in the wild, encountering a fourth-tier Black Buddha War Machine, Li Yan would even dare to confront it head-on. Now if he were to be scared off by a broadcast, that would be absurd.

In fact, Song Zuo didn’t want to leave either, on one hand because the commissioned job had changed unexpectedly and he might not receive his original payment, and on the other hand because he was confident in his skills. Still, he shook his head, “This man named Hao in the broadcast, I know him, a third-tier special soldier, a heavy artillery scholar whose firepower is comparable to a self-propelled howitzer, and he’s meticulous in thought. This broadcast was probably pre-recorded by him, preparing for the worst-case scenario. Now, we can hardly imagine the situation deep in Great Demon Lake. A fully armed armored troop has already fallen into it, we two won’t make a difference.”

“You also said the recording was prepared in advance, so the actual situation of the battle is unknown. Do you think Kuang Zhuoma would be foolish enough to serve himself up to these undead? Since he sent people, he must be confident of victory. The chance of both sides suffering is very high.”

Song Zuo sneered, “You do have some nice thoughts.”

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At this moment, Li Yan completely relaxed, “Then you tell me, if we go back and report, will Kuang Zhuoma ask about the encounter of this troop? And will he send people again?”

Song Zuo nodded, “He will.”

“Kuang Zhuoma was able to give us maps of the outer terrain, which means they had sent people to investigate previously. Even if they’re backing out now, this isn’t the time. They have to go in and take a look to see what kind of monster completely obliterated Kuang Zhuoma’s core squad. Knowing more, it’s better for an explanation, isn’t it?”

Song Zuo’s expression softened, and the two exchanged glances and words. Suddenly, Song Zuo raised the barrel of his gun, aiming into the darkness.

The sound of engines thundered through the heavens, a streak of white lightning darting past the ruins on either side, charging towards Li Yan and Song Zuo.

On the silver motorcycle, two points of scarlet light grew closer.

“Friendly.”

Li Yan whispered.

Far from lowering his guard, Song Zuo yelled out, “Friendly? Is this human?”

Li Yan stepped past Song Zuo, his expression turning grim.

He had sent the Black Rider Ghost to chase after the motorcycle undead, expecting the Black Rider Ghost to neatly dispose of the opponent with its “kinetic damage immune” armor. But now it seemed, things were not so simple.

The shell hanging outside the Dodge Tomahawk was battered, the Black Rider Ghost’s armor was riddled with cracks and bullet holes, and sinister black mist emanated from the wounds. Some of the broken edges were floating in the air, resembling midnight ghosts.

What surprised Li Yan even more was that originally, the Black Rider Ghost held two black short-halberds, but now the short-halberds were wrapped in streams of blood that seemed almost tangible. Looking closer, those streams of blood circling the short-halberds formed a ‘big’ character, with limbs and facial features, and the mournful chilling wind made one’s flesh crawl.

“The box.”

The voice of the Black Rider Ghost was hoarse.

“What happened to you?”

Li Yan approached, taking the box handed to him.

“The opponent was tough.”

Li Yan nodded, as though without much concern, he used A Fleeting Glimpse to observe the Black Rider Ghost.

[Ghost Rider]

Summoned Creature (Li Yan)

Symbiotic: Bai Laotou

Status: Moderate Injury

Specialization: Gunnery 83%

Special Specialization: Witchcraft 60%

Passive Skills: Spell Nightmare (Kinetic damage ineffective), Spirit Nightmare (Strengthens weapon by capturing souls)

Active Skill: Wupozi Witchcraft (Moderately mastered)

Evaluation: Nine Glows

Growth Limit: Seven Palaces

Li Yan couldn’t help but laugh, “Can the armor be restored, I mean, here?”

The Black Rider Ghost nodded, “Two hours.”

“Four hours?” Li Yan stressed his tone.

The red light in Black Rider Ghost’s eyes flickered, and he quickly understood what Li Yan meant, his voice growing louder, “Four hours, before eight o’clock in the morning, it will be fully restored.”

Song Zuo came over, holding a rifle, “Introduction?”

Li Yan, facing Song, spoke casually, “My brother, who has struggled with me in Zone B, a third-tier special combat species, always lurking in the dark. He blocked a move for you earlier, don’t mind it.”

Song Zuo narrowed his eyes and walked up to the Black Rider Ghost, “May I know your surname?”

The Black Rider Ghost looked somewhat perplexed, meanwhile, Bai Laotou on his shoulder chattered away for a good while.

Li Yan patted Song’s shoulder, “My brother is a bit reclusive but very reliable.”

Song Zuo sized up the Black Rider Ghost and said leisurely, “I heard that in the frigid regions, where living conditions are extremely harsh and there are diseases among various races, it gives rise to all sorts of totems and ancestor worship practices. For example, wearing an iron bucket over one’s head for life, never taking it off, or smearing chrome paint on one’s face. But someone making as big a fuss as your brother here, that’s rare. Which pickup was he on that I found him unfamiliar?”

“His combat species abilities are quite unique, so you didn’t notice.”

Song Zuo looked up, with clear surprise in his eyes, “Ghost Soldiers? Tanya Mining only announced that project last year.”

“It’s not the same thing, but there are similarities.”

Li Yan tangled with Song Zuo as if it were substantial.

While the two talked, Li Yan opened the suitcase, and as expected, inside was a tube of crimson blood.

[Super Gene Sample: Autumn Yak]

Remark: Slight

“This is it.”

Li Yan clenched the test tube in his palm.

Song Zuo looked somewhat disappointed, such blood samples are not only difficult to store, but Pompeii Armaments had long since used temperature-controlled compression storage capsules for collecting research samples, and without corresponding textual data, their value was low among equivalent gene samples. But there was no helping it, after all, it was a relic site swarming with undead, and they had indeed ambushed some mega-corporation’s gene lab.

“This isn’t worth two hundred thousand, do your words still stand?”

Song Zuo shook his head.

“Agreed, one hundred thousand then.”

Li Yan’s expression did not change; he’d offered one hundred thousand because, apart from two samples, he’d privately pocketed valuable research reports. Converted into the currency of this era, that would be about one hundred thousand.

Bai Laotou, who originally had been idly picking his nose, suddenly cocked his head and then looked panicked, hammering Black Rider Ghost’s helmet with his fist, making a loud clang.

“What’s wrong?”

Li Yan turned his head.

“Someone’s after us.”

The Black Rider Ghost’s tone was flat.