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Terror Infinity - Volume 20 - Chapter 634


Team China would need a bus whether they want to head to the border of the city or the White House. If they went by feet, the fire would rain down on them before they could leave the city.

Twenty minutes had passed since entering the movie. The two newbies woke up one after the other. In the time that Zero and WangXia headed out to look for a bus, the newbies moved through the phases of distrust, doubt, toward believe. The process was fairly quick because of the gigantic piece of metal floating in the sky. Even an idiot could realize something was off with this world.

“That’s the basic situation… Ahem. Why does this line sound so familiar? Anyway, you are in God’s realm like I mentioned. God throws us into various movie worlds and our goal is to survive in these worlds. We will obtain points and rewards then you can choose to enhance yourselves or return to the real world. Whatever you decide. And yeah, the movie we are in is Independence Day.”

Zheng was explaining the specifics of the realm to the newbies and asking for their professions and backgrounds. After all, one of them could be the Guide so he took up the questioning to himself. Xuan told him privately to inform him the details of the newbies before the attack came.

(Is he planning to use the Guide to create an influence for team China? I don’t know what he’s planning but I should trust him. He hasn’t disappointed us. Or you could say he always overdoes things and triggers unexpected events. In the end, we are always near the brink of death. Don’t know if we should feel fortunate to have him or hate him.)

The two newbies weren’t too old. The man was about twenty-seven, wore a pair of slim, gold tone glasses. He looked well-mannered and educated, like a successful person who danced in the upper-class society. His face was a little weary but he still wiped the dust off his clothes with a handkerchief the moment he woke up. No queer language came out of his mouth. Still, these little gestures and frowns he held made the handsome man seem unsightly.

The woman was more normal in comparison. She was about twenty-three with charming facial features. Slightly chubby but it did not take away from her beauty. Her actions were normal, which led Zheng to give her more attention. She had sharp senses and noticed the attention from Zheng then blushed a little.

The man was said to be in upper management of a big company located in Hong Kong, graduated from Cambridge, possessed numerous international certificates. He was indeed a highly educated individual who became part of the upper-class society. He spoke in English when he woke up. Only upon noticing the strange looks the rest of the people here were giving him and their skin color did he changed the language. First to Japanese, then Korean, and finally Mandarin. This irritated the team.

The woman woke up clumsily then screamed in panic following the normal reaction script. After a while with no one caring about her, she carefully looked around. By the time Zheng finished explaining the realm, she sat on the ground frozen. Then she started to inquire the details of the realm.

“You are a… computer programmer? A rare breed, women who choose this profession… But you came at the right time. This movie needs your skills. You might be able to provide us a lot of help.” Zheng said, never taking his eyes off the fortress in the sky. He also split his attention to monitor if Zero and WangXia came back. These little things became an annoyance when they no longer had a psyche force user. As the thought came up, he looked over to Lan and the other members who were still in their dreams.

(Psyche force aside, HongLu needs to wake up as soon as possible. With him here, we can at least know what Xuan is planning. Anything’s better than this fog that is blurring our minds.)

Zheng wondered what Xuan was doing. The dude walked into a nearby electronics store after Zero and WangXia left. The mall was chaotic as were the streets outside. People were running and cars were crashing into each other. Some hooligans were robbing the stores. Xuan walked into a store and came back out with a laptop in hand. It seemed like he just went into his own house for a second.

“I don’t know what you are planning but that looked arrogant to simply walk out with a computer. It gives me an urge to beat you up. Are you planning to write a virus like the movie did? If so, she can help you.” Zheng pointed at the newbies and introduced them to Xuan.

The man’s name was Lin Juntian. His face had a resemblance to his name, Jun, meaning handsome. His language was half Chinese, half English. It felt like he had to insert a few English words into every other sentence he spoke. When he introduced himself, he demanded the others to call him Philip, as if it would change his race. His language, expressions, and gestures induced dislike. He gave off a sense of being superior to everyone else.

Xuan asked him a question and he began praising himself in half Chinese, half English, such as the fact he knew karate. He made it seem like it was an honor for the team to have him.

“Chinese likes to stay moderate and avoid standing out. It’s not a good habit. Completely opposite from foreigners’ courage to bear responsibilities and take on challenges. Staying moderate is the biggest obstacle to improvement. Our country does have a small fraction of people with talents in management and other fields. We call these people elites. Only when the normal majority is led by the few elites will our country not fall behind other countries. This loose structure in the current team is illogical. It would be best if…”

The rest of the team started to ignore him as he went on. People who call themselves as the elites of society and actually were successful in the real world with fame and wealth had an abundance of confidence with their experience. They felt there was nothing they couldn’t do in the world. They believed they were perfect except for the families that they were born into weren’t the wealthiest. They wanted to become the leader in any situation as their confidence told them they would succeed. But this was God’s realm.

The woman’s name was Yang Xuelin. She was normal in every way compared to Juntian. When Xuan asked her what did she think of the current team China, she couldn’t find an answer. However, when he asked about writing a computer virus, words flowed out like a stream of water. She probably liked her profession a lot.

(Those are all the hints we have. Both of them seem like the Guide but they aren’t much different from normal people. Even people like Juntian aren’t rare in the real world. Has Xuan figured it out? Damn it. We can’t even communicate privately without a psyche force user. Speaking of which, we have to capture the other team’s psyche force user in this movie.)

Zheng didn’t know if Xuan figured out who the Guide was. The dude asked the newbies a few questions then turned to his computer. Xuelin watched him from the side with interest.

“Only thirty percent.” Xuan said while he was typing. “I only have a thirty percent probability of figuring out which one… Continue with the movie. There’s still a long time to go. We will eventually get enough hints to figure it out.”

(So you are not omnipotent…)

The veterans thought and laughed to themselves. Before the team got to talk more, a bus appeared at the end of the street and were driving toward them. This bus avoided running over people on the chaotic street but not the vehicles as it bumped the vehicles on its way to the sides, clearing a road on the crowded streets. The bus stopped at the empty area the team was on.

“Come on in! The roads leading out of Washington are blocked. On the other hand, I couldn’t see a single car on the roads leading to Washington. Let’s get there while it’s still early!” Zero opened the back door and said with a frown. WangXia was on the driver’s seat.”

The streets team China was on were part of the ghetto, where the blacks and the poor dwelled. The majority of vehicles that drove through this area were taxis, and not that many in total. Their bus shoved straight out of the ghetto into the main roads. The vehicles here were lined up so close to each other and moved ever so slowly. Walking was sure to be the faster method. Occasionally drivers shouted curses from their cars when two cars touched each other from being too close, which slowed down the traffic even further.

This scene was only happening on the way leading out the city. No vehicles were coming into the city. That did not mean the reverse side of the roads would be a smooth ride. Vehicles packed the roads, going the opposite direction they were intended for. The two-way streets became one ways. It was a feat by itself to drive the bus into the narrow streets team China was on through this condition.

Zheng sat on the empty seat behind WangXia. His jaws dropped at the sight of the jammed roads. “How did you manage to drive the bus to us? These roads look impossible to move through.”

WangXia gave off a bitter laughter. “This bus was stopped on the side. By the time we got on the bus, the roads were jammed with cars so we had to drive on the pedestrian walkways. Not like there are any cops at this time. But now, it looks like the pedestrian walkways are occupied too. I don’t see any way we can move through.”

Independence Day was a sci-fi classic. Despite not being told the movie in advance, everyone had watched this movie when they were still in the real world. In the original plot, the roads leading away from the city were jammed, rendering a majority of the city’s citizens unable to leave before the attack landed. Still it was not at such intensity. The roads leading into the city were at least drivable then.

The team turned to Zheng and Xuan. Zheng also turned to Xuan. Xuan’s attention was fixed on the laptop. He completely ignored what was happening around him. The newbie girl Xuelin also seemed engrossed on his laptop, frequently pointing at the screen and asking questions. Juntian was talking to Imhotep in English affectionately but the bald guy ignored him.

Zheng couldn’t help but said to WangXia. “We don’t have a choice. Force our way through. A big bus won’t be stopped by the little sedans. Okay! Drive ahead. And if you can’t find a road, shove through your way. We are fighting with time for our lives to be bothered with these things. If the cops come, just run over them too!”

The rest of the team held no objections. They had experienced enough movies to know what they should do and shouldn’t do. Since the team was heading to the White House, there was no need to fear the cops. If it weren’t for the restriction on flying instruments, the Sky Stick would have gotten them to the destination in minutes. Furthermore, there was no reason to fear mere cops.

The two newbies, Imhotep and Anck-Su-Namun were shocked to hear the plan. Before they could express anything, the bus had begun to charge right ahead under WangXia’s control. Bang! A black sedan was bumped away and hit several other cars. There was barely seven or eight inches of space between cars on this jammed road. The scene of a bus running straight here would have only come from action movies. Curses and screams suddenly resonated the roads. Though there shouldn’t be casualties from these little bumps. The drivers and passengers were just shocked.

Similarly shocked was Juntian. His face blanched then he said to WangXia. “Are we going to be fine? What if the cops stop us? We don’t have any passports or IDs. What if they assume we are illegal immigrants or terrorists? They shoot terrorists on the spot. Stop! We can just walk the rest of the way.”

WangXia and the rest of the members didn’t bother to answer him. Zheng suddenly smiled and grabbed his collar. “Going by your English and looking like someone from the upper class, you should have been to Washington before, right? Know the way to the White House?”

Juntian looked at him with a blanked mind and nodded. “I can find the way but if we went there in this manner, I feel like something would happen on the way. How about we walk there? It’s just a few hours.”

Zheng continued with the smile. “It’s not going to be a problem. A lot of things can happen in a few hours. This isn’t the real world anyway. You have to be decisive or you will be impacted. Since you are going to join the team, watch and learn how to survive in a movie before you are in. Like when an American cop sees an obstacle, you blast your way through.”

“Blast your way through?” Juntian repeated in bewilderment.

Zheng nodded. “Hoho. Remember, anything can happen in the movie worlds. There is no guarantee to your life. So, clear your mind of all mortal concepts. Good does not exist here and neither does evil. The only rule is to survive. The only ones worth their values are your comrades. If we acknowledge you as our comrade, we will give all we have to bring you along this path. However, if we confirm that you aren’t a comrade, I will kill you in the next second!”

An aura of pressure emanated from Zheng as he spoke. The smile on his face did not concur with the expression of his eyes. Even a regular person could sense the killing intent that he just said. Juntian’s face blanched whiter than before.

Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said. “Don’t worry. As long as you become our comrade, we can definitely fight together. Haha. You are weak but give it a few movies and you will become a good fighter for the team.”

As Zheng retrieved the aura, sweat finally rolled down Juntian’s head. He laughed awkwardly. Zheng spoke again before he had a chance to say anything. “If it’s for our survival, I can kill all the people here. However, we must be down in ultimate despair for that to happen, when the situation comes to either they die or we die. Haha.”

Juntian had forgotten about what the bus was doing while he listened to Zheng spoke. He didn’t even notice anything wrong with the shaking. Those words echoed in his head. The rest of the team were enjoying the leisure as they watched the bus shoved its way through the crowded roads.

A minute later, Juntian finally recovered from the shock. He was a smart person after all. Seeing that everyone looked unaffected by the scene, he didn’t say anything further. He toned down his use of English and guided the way to the White House.

The bus continued driving forward. The long awaited American cops finally showed up. Police cars were stopped at the side of the roads. The moment the sirens were turned on, an even louder uproar erupted from the crowd that trumped the sirens. The noise jolted the people in the bus for a second.

ChengXiao immediately said. “What is it? Have the Americans never seen someone run the red light?”

“We aren’t running the red light. And their cries don’t have much to do with us.” Zheng stuck his head out the window.

A dish shaped object was floating in the sky, approximately a thousand meters directly above the bus.

Zheng looked at the dish with a serious expression. He was about to turn to Xuan when he heard his voice coming from the window next to him. “Do you feel it? The feeling of being scanned by psyche force that you can sense after attaining the fourth stage. The people on the dish are probably team Pacific. They are here to confirm our location.”

Everyone tensed up from hearing the message. A single shot from the dish would kill most of the people on the bus. Zheng had already drew out Tiger’s Soul. He grabbed the window with one hand and was in the posture to jump out. “Release the Yellow Turban, Xuan! Carry me to the sky. I can’t rise a thousand meters without the Sky Stick! Damn it. Never expected for the Yellow Turban to make its debut so fast!” He turned around then prepared to jump.

Xuan reached over with an arm and stopped him. “It’s fine. We should be safe right now. Do you remember the rule that forbids us from leaving the city until an hour before the attack comes? There are a lot of ways to cross a city’s distance in a short amount of time even without flying instruments, such as abilities you can exchange from God. This rule is put in place to deal with these means and restrict us to this city for the time being. This time is the compensation God gives to the weaker team in the same manner as influence. Team Pacific can scout us during this time and they are invincible. The barrier will protect them. However, God wouldn’t design such an imbalanced disparity if they can fire from the sky. I believe there must be a restriction placed on their team, like they aren’t allowed to attack until an hour before the attack comes. I am ninety percent certain we are safe!”

The dish began to move while Xuan spoke. It flew away from the area the bus was on and then disappeared behind the shadows of the skyscrapers.

Zheng took a deep breath and put away Tiger’s Soul. He turned to Juntian. “Where is the White House?”

Juntian’s mind was still in a shock. He hadn’t switched from the real world to God’s realm yet. The bus shoving on the roads, Zheng’s warning, and the dish had stunned him. His eyes scanned the surroundings subconsciously then he pointed at where the dish disappeared. “The White House is probably that way. Keep going straight then turn…” Zheng grabbed his collar before he could finish. He was a bit taller than Zheng but the difference in strength between them was huge. Zheng lifted his whole person up.

“Everyone hurry! I have a bad feeling. I will go to the White House first. Take care… Zero, the sky fortress aside, those small dishes shouldn’t have the infinite Light of the Soul to supply their barriers like the prototype God did. Your Mystic Eyes should be effective against them. Be prepared to counterattack if the dishes open fire. Okay?” Zheng turned his head around and said. He was already standing on the window.

Zero took out the Gauss sniper rifle and nodded. Zheng felt relieved. He believed the most reliable person here was Zero, more reliable than Xuan who had the strength but zero reputation.

“Then… I am going.”

Zheng carried Juntian, who was screaming, and jumped out of the bus. He stepped on the roof of a sedan and leaped again, jumping over ten meters away. Before long, he was gone from everyone’s sight, leaving behind cries of Chinese kungfu, Spiderman, Superman among the crowd.

Zheng moved along the road carrying Juntian on his hand. His physical prowess was extraordinary and allowed him to leap from car to car relying on only his physical strength. Furthermore, the most basic movement technique he exchanged eased this task even more. He barely broke a sweat on his way to the White House at a speed that wasn’t much slower than a sedan driving on a highway at full speed. Juntian on the other hand wasn’t so well. Cold air stuffed his mouth when he opened it so he had to keep his lips closed.

Zheng wasn’t aware of Juntian’s condition. He repeatedly asked him for the direction while he ran. After a while of no response from Juntian, he finally looked down and found the man’s eyes were rolling over. It shocked him to quickly stop by a black sedan and carefully channel Qi into his body.

Juntian nearly fell unconscious at the time. The Qi felt like a stream of warmth that rushed into his body and stopped by the navel area. This stimulation brought him back from the unconsciousness. The first thing he did was saying, “stop,” then he breathed heavily.

Zheng said apologetically. “Sorry I forgot you haven’t received any enhancements. You’re still a normal person. You probably couldn’t stand the speed I was running. Are you okay?”

Juntian forced a smile on his face. “Is this the strength of a member in this realm? Hoho, that was beyond my expectation. Like a scene taken from a sci-fi or Wuxia movie. Was that the lightness martial art? It was impressive, felt like I riding a car at full speed.”

Zheng chuckled then asked. “Which direction is the White House at? Hoho. Sorry for that. I will channel Qi into your body when I run so it won’t happen again.”

Juntian’s thoughts paused for an instant when he heard the noun Qi. He quickly pulled his mind back to the present then looked left and right. He pointed at a building and said. “That way. With the speed that you were going, it should be about thirty minutes from here. Can we come to an agreement? Your speed is too hard to bear. Why don’t you let me down and I can walk…”

Before he finished talking, Zheng had picked him up and begun to run. The cold air blowing at his face forced him to close his eyes. However, he didn’t feel the suffocation that he experienced before and he could open a slim gap with his eyes. That was when he finally noticed a stream of warmth coming from Zheng’s hand that entered and stimulated his body. The unbearable feeling was gone and a comfortable sensation replaced it.

“Is this Qi? I couldn’t imagine the things from Wuxia novels are actually real.” Juntian said with surprise.

Zheng laughed. “This is God’s Realm. God has a lot of inconceivable things you can exchange, from eastern mythology, to western mythology, to future technology, from movies to anime to comic. Even veterans like us still haven’t figured out how many things you can exchange from God. It’s almost infinite. Anyway, you will have to survive first. Then become stronger, until you are strong enough to live in this realm. Then you can return to the real world.”

Juntian felt tempted, especially after he experienced the marvelous Qi. A desire for God’s dimension took root in his heart. Though the state he was in halted his thoughts. The cold air still felt sharp to the skin despite the Qi. He had to put all his effort on keeping his eyes open to distinguish the direction. While Zheng ran, he also talked.

“The White House… is there.”

Zheng ran down from the highway following Juntian’s direction. He made a turn on a street and a long, straight path lay in front of him. At the end of the path was where the president of the United States resided, the White House.

Countless civilians surrounded the White House causing a ruckus. Some people held up banners and cried slogans. Some attempted to rush into the White House. The numerous guards and fences stopped these civilians but they couldn’t stop the noises. Having failed to achieve their goals, the civilians cried even louder.

Another group of people was pointing at the dish floating in the sky. A thousand meters above the ground, and under the sky fortress was a dish stopped there quietly.

“Whew. We made it in time. Team Pacific didn’t blast the White House in one shot or we would have to run for the next several days like Xuan said.”

Zheng let out a sigh of relief when he saw the White House still stood intact. He put down Juntian. The two slowly walked toward the White House but were stopped by the packed crowd. Zheng had no choice but to pick Juntian up again and forced his way through the crowd. In just a second, they carved a path in the crowd.

Zheng suddenly put Juntian down and said in a low volume. “Hide among the crowd. The other team’s psyche force user has detected us. Keep yourself hidden. Don’t show any abnormality from normal people. You should be able to hide with so many people here.”

He jumped on top of several normal people and leaped again from their heads. By the time these people noticed, Zheng had already crossed the metal fences and through the wall into the White House.

A person gliding in the air looked exactly like kungfu from Chinese Wuxia novels. This person was stepping on people’s heads but no one suffered any harm. Zheng safely landed on the ground and the crowd around he was shocked. For a few seconds, the noises halted and then the crowd erupted again.

Zheng didn’t bother to pay attention to the crowd. He held Tiger’s Soul in his hand and was prepared to strike the dish with the technique he had only just discovered. A thousand meters weren’t impossible, even though that technique would leave him critically injured. This technique that he hadn’t tested yet could be a double-edged sword.

The federal police from the White House quickly came over and drew their guns at Zheng. Their nerves were tensed upon seeing the large crimson sword he was holding. At a time when the aliens were invading the Earth and society was in a turmoil, important political figures being attacked by psychopaths would be catastrophic. If Zheng were to show even a hint of abnormal behavior, these police would open fire.

(Right, high tech weapons. The weapons the aliens use are also high-tech weapons so the Dragonshard necklace should serve some degree of defense. It just wouldn’t defend against the main weapon of the fortress.)

Zheng looked at the police and their guns then ignored them. His eyes moved to the dish above, pondering if he should enter Dragon transformation and fly up to attack. The dragon form was his only method to come into close range with the dish after the Sky Sticks became forbidden. While he was pondering, the dish lowered itself and stopped at a hundred meters above the ground. A blue light shone down from a port on the center of its underside onto an area ten meters in front of Zheng.

(Fire? Looks similar to the fire from the Destroyer in the movie. Didn’t know this little dish can use the same attack. Should I attack? In the movie, attacking the Destroyer while it is firing will trigger intense explosions. Aren’t these people from team Pacific scared?)

Zheng was thinking if he should attack. The blue light rippled like water. When the light returned to still, a Caucasian with blonde hair was standing in the light. He looked about twenty-four years old with an extremely attractive face and over six feet tall. Such a person in the real world could easily become a top celebrity. However, he would be seemed flaunting in God’s Realm.

The Caucasian was dressed in a classic duke’s attire that one would associate with European vampires. A red velvet cape draped over his back. The slightly gloomy expression on top of his face and clothes made him look even more like a vampire in legends. He was holding a rose that was wilting at visible pace.

Zheng looked at Juntian then at the vampire cosplay Caucasian. He said in a low volume. “Traitors are no match for real westerners. Authentic westerners are the real flaunt.”

The Caucasian said. “I am the leader of team Pacific, Lionheart Grims. You can call me Lionheart.”

(An equally flaunting name. Reminds me of some invincible main characters in novels. That sparkling blonde hair and attractive face… did he altered his appearance through God?)

Zheng thought with malicious intent. He stared at the blonde Caucasian and said in a serious tone. “Leader of team China, Zheng Zha.”


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