In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

Ding—

The sound of a coin scraping against an aluminum alloy bowl echoed in Zhou Zhengde's ears.

He could hear his own rapid heartbeat.

His vision blurred, and a sharp pain in his abdomen accompanied by a tearing sensation told Zhou Zhengde that he had been hit by shrapnel. Although the anti-armor rocket had struck the vehicle in front, he had still been injured.

Am I... going to die?

Zhou Zhengde tried to make a sound, but he had no strength left. His mouth was full of the taste of iron, the blood that had welled up.

"Captain, Captain!"

Accompanied by the stinging sensation of a needle piercing his skin, a cool liquid was injected into his veins.

Gunshots erupted around him.

In Zhou Zhengde's blurry vision, several figures nearby fell one after another.

'Does the Black Fire Gang want to kill me directly?'

Zhou Zhengde's mind flashed back to the scene just now.

A truck suddenly drove out of the dark alley, blocking the path of his convoy. A rocket exploded directly, and a barrage of gunfire came from the three-story building next to them.

This was Silver Party and Joy City territory. He had hired elite thugs from the Silver Party and Joy City to negotiate with the leader of the Black Fire Gang, but he was ambushed by the Black Fire Gang?

Why?

Didn't the Black Fire Gang know who was behind him?

Zhou Zhengde suddenly froze.

Perhaps the Black Fire Gang knew all this and took the opportunity to get rid of him…

'Ah, Thirteenth Institute.'

The Black Fire Gang was originally a subordinate of the Thirteenth Institute in Fortress 76, providing experimental subjects to the Thirteenth Institute… He had overlooked this point…

The injection quickly took effect.

Zhou Zhengde shook his head violently. His spirits began to rise, the buzzing in his ears disappeared, his blurry vision cleared again, and even the pain in his abdomen lessened.

The young man in the light blue Security Force uniform next to him, his assistant Lin Tao, was quickly treating Zhou Zhengde's wound.

Several vehicles wrapped in thick steel plates temporarily protected them in a triangular formation.

Of the dozen or so Silver Party gang thugs who had survived the initial rocket attack, only six remained.

They were completely suppressed by the dozen or so Black Fire Gang thugs in the building across the street, who were firing on all cylinders, and they couldn't raise their heads from behind the vehicles.

Assistant Lin Tao pursed his lips tightly, his young face serious. He used disposable pliers to pinch a piece of shrapnel from Zhou Zhengde's abdominal wound and pulled it out forcefully.

Zhou Zhengde groaned, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.

Lin Tao immediately took out a thumb-sized spray from the medical kit and sprayed a thick layer of mist onto the wound to temporarily stop the bleeding.

"Lin Tao, call for backup…"

"The signal is blocked, Captain!"

Lin Tao's voice trembled as he spoke.

The sound of bullets hitting the roof of the car came from above, and the young man instinctively covered his head.

Zhou Zhengde drew a pistol from his waist, gasping for breath.

The few Silver Party thugs next to him were constantly shouting into their radios, but it was all in vain. They received no reply and could only wait for the Silver Party to come on their own.

They tried to peek out and fight back, but because they had not received professional military training, they were almost immediately hit by the bullets raining down on them.

The six Silver Party members were quickly reduced to four.

Zhou Zhengde looked around.

This was the main road connecting the cabaret district and the gambling district. Because the previous explosion had affected the fragile and chaotic circuits of the lower city, the area was without power.

The three-story building to the north had lost power, and it looked like a hotel. The sign on top was flickering.

The three-story concrete building to the south was like a fortress. A dozen or so people occupied seven windows upstairs and downstairs, shining high-powered spotlights in the middle of the road.

To the east, the direction the main road extended, the truck blocked the way, and behind the truck were five or six Black Fire Gang gunmen.

They were now completely suppressed by the enemy's 'L' shaped firing range.

Counterattack was impossible!

Zhou Zhengde, who had served in the military for several years and had experience on the front lines outside the basin, quickly came to a somewhat desperate conclusion.

It seemed they were doomed.

Zhou Zhengde calmed down instead. Ignoring the hail of bullets around him, he even smiled and looked up to ask:

"Are you afraid of death, Lin Tao!"

"Afraid… No, not afraid!"

Lin Tao leaned hard against the car door. Although he wanted to force a smile, it looked more like crying:

"It's worth it to have followed the Captain for two years."

"What's so worthwhile about this? Anything less than 60 years old isn't worth it."

Zhou Zhengde said with a wry smile:

"I just never thought that I wouldn't lead you to die on the front lines, but instead we'd die in the darkest corner of this fortress."

"Hold your gun, don't be afraid, load the bullet."

Lin Tao nodded vigorously. After taking a few deep breaths, he drew his pistol, his finger tightening on the trigger guard, and quickly pulled.

Click, click!

"They should only have one rocket. This thing shouldn't be in the lower city."

Zhou Zhengde said in a low voice:

"I don't hear the sound of a sniper rifle. The Black Fire Gang's sniper should not be here, or hasn't arrived yet… Do you see the small building to the north?"

Lin Tao turned to look. What he saw at this moment was the hotel building separated from the main road by a sewage ditch.

"The only escape route is there."

Zhou Zhengde said in a low voice:

"I'm injured, I can't run. I'll cover you later… Run out of the enemy's spotlight range using the shortest path, then… don't look back, don't think about zigzagging, try to bend over and keep your head down and run forward, using the building to cover yourself…"

"Captain!" Lin Tao shouted in a trembling voice, "I'll carry you!"

"What's the point of both of us dying here?"

Zhou Zhengde said calmly:

"You need to tell them how I died, especially my mother."

"I need you to watch my body, don't let the Thirteenth Institute take my body to do their disgusting experiments. This may be the Thirteenth Institute's revenge on me… Get ready, I'll give you cover. They're targeting me."

"Captain, Captain!"

"Prepare…"

Zhou Zhengde took a deep breath. Ignoring whether the quickly frozen wound would be torn open, he was about to roll over.

The Silver Party members next to him were preoccupied with themselves and had no intention of protecting their employer. They just turned their heads to look over here…

Whoosh!

A figure flashed.

A large hand suddenly pressed on Zhou Zhengde's shoulder, holding him firmly in place.

The two Silver Party members who were looking this way were stunned. A figure suddenly appeared in front of them, scaring them so much that they almost dropped their guns.

Not to mention the Silver Party thugs, even the dozen or so Black Fire Gang gunmen in green tracksuits who occupied the high ground only saw a figure dart out from the edge of the sewage ditch to the north. Before they could fire, the figure had disappeared behind the vehicles.

Zhou Zhengde looked at the young man in front of him in astonishment.

A familiar face;

A mask with a little blood on it;

And those eyes that were always calm and composed.

"Mu!"

Wang Jixuan shook his head with a smile, casually took out a hemostatic talisman and stuck it on Zhou Zhengde's abdominal wound.

"I owe you a favor. Today, I will repay it. Cooperate with me later."

Wang Jixuan said softly, then slowly moved his crouching figure backward. The spirit talismans outside his thighs flickered slightly, and a wisp of aura ran through his feet. He jumped back into the darkness to the north.

Fierce gunfire came from the direction of the truck, but the Black Fire Gang gunmen were a moment too slow to react. They could only see a figure jump out of the line of defense formed by the three vehicles, plunge into the darkness, and enter the edge of the sewage ditch.

Zhou Zhengde stared blankly, looking down at his abdomen.

What… what is this…

A warm force surrounded the vicinity of the wound, and even the pain subsided by more than half.

"Ah!"

"Who!"

Da da da da!

Several panicked shouts suddenly came from behind the truck.

Zhou Zhengde looked down and saw several bodies lying under the truck.

Killed at the same time?

Those six! Six gunmen! Killed almost simultaneously?

No, how… how was this done? Is Mu Liang really a psychic? Or the most terrifying type of body-enhancing psychic?

…

A few seconds ago.

Slay demons and protect the righteous path, this heart condenses Bodhi!

Wang Jixuan returned from the darkness, rushing out of the edge of the sewage ditch and leaping straight across the road.

His hands alternated, and twelve sharp, cheap blades shot out, twelve lines of blood spurting out at the same time!

Of the six thugs, only two noticed the anomaly, turning their heads to look at the dimly lit area to the side, barely seeing the figure in the gray jacket, and then letting out two screams.

That was all they could accomplish.

After landing, Wang Jixuan rolled forward, exerted force with his right foot, and darted to the side of the truck, sticking close to the carriage, avoiding the line of sight from the building across the street.

Daoist Wang had been observing for a long time, and the entire battlefield was clearly visible in his mind.

The Black Fire Gang had formed a corner offensive.

He had easily taken the truck area with a surprise attack. The trickiest part was still the firing point in the building, and the Black Fire Gang thugs in the building had already noticed the abnormality here.

There was no other way. Wang Jixuan heard a noisy shout coming from the body of a thug next to him:

"A'Gui, why have you stopped over there! Fire! What are you afraid of! Kill that Zhou guy and you won't have to worry for the rest of your life!"

Wang Jixuan looked at the square box.

Mu Liang's memory contained this thing.

It seemed to be… a walkie-talkie?

This thing was much more convenient than a jade talisman for transmitting messages.

Wang Jixuan leisurely walked to the other end of the truck, observed the enemy's firepower for a few moments, then retreated a few steps, staring at the guns held by the six corpses.

Now he had two choices.

One option was to save the people first, taking Zhou Zhengde and the others out of here. Now that he had eliminated the six Black Fire gang members behind the truck, he could easily do that.

But he quickly decided on the second option.

The Black Fire Gang had over a thousand members. Killing a few more now would save some effort later.

He only knew how to use handguns at the moment, so he grabbed two pistols and stuffed them into his pants pockets. Then, he gathered the six automatic rifles and submachine guns, and with a slight effort, tossed them over the truck's roof.

Zhou Zhengde's side immediately echoed with the Silver Party members' shouts:

"Grenades! Holy crap!"

Zhou Zhengde and the others immediately ducked down. Two of them were hit in the back by the guns that fell in an arc, letting out cries of pain.

The group collectively sighed in relief when they realized the weapons had been thrown over.

Wang Jixuan's voice came:

"Team Leader Zhou! Big guns!"

Zhou Zhengde immediately understood. He grabbed a submachine gun, raised the muzzle above his head, and blindly fired towards the building, veins popping out on his neck as he shouted:

"Suppress them! Reinforcements are on their way!"

— He wasn't sure if there were any reinforcements.

The others around him followed suit, wildly firing the newly acquired weapons at the opposite side.

The sound of metal scraping against the asphalt arose.

Zhou Zhengde, with his sharp eyes, immediately saw several magazines sliding over from under the truck, stopping at his feet.

Naturally, Wang Jixuan had sent them over.

Zhou Zhengde lowered his head and stared at the underside of the truck, seeing a pair of ordinary, cheap sneakers as if taking a stroll. Immediately after, the sneakers only flickered for a moment, and swiftly disappeared.

Such speed!

Zhou Zhengde suddenly realized something and continued to shout:

"Empty your magazines! Suppress! Suppress them with firepower!"

Zhou Zhengde shouted, raised his gun, and fired at the building to the side, the muzzle drawing several lines of fire.

A figure, like a dark feather, quietly swept out of the darkness, circled behind the truck, and entered the rear of the building.

A dozen seconds later, the enemy's gunfire suddenly weakened.

Twenty seconds later, the opposite side completely fell silent.

The people next to Zhou Zhengde frantically fired the last bullets in their magazines, many bullets flying in all directions because they dared not raise their heads to aim.

"Cease fire! Stop!"

Zhou Zhengde shouted twice, and the others around him stopped with lingering fear. The ammunition in their hands was almost exhausted, and they began to fumble to replace the magazines.

Zhou Zhengde looked around and picked up a mirror on the side, cautiously holding it above his head.

No bullets came.

Through the mirror's reflection, Zhou Zhengde immediately discovered corpses lying by two windows, and slumped figures behind three windows.

Dead... dead?

All dead?

From the moment Mu Liang started to eliminate these dozen thugs, it took less than half a minute?

Zhou Zhengde's Adam's apple bobbed, and his whole body began to sweat profusely. Because his movements had been too large just now, a clear pain came from his abdomen, but when he looked down, the pink paper talisman was flickering slightly.

No blood flowed out.

No, does the fortress have some new technology that he doesn't know about?!