Infinite Ebullience-Chapter 50 - 33 MG3 Roaring Death

50: Chapter 33 MG3 Roaring Death

50 -33 MG3 Roaring Death

Leaving the security room, Tang Zheng sprinted along the southern corridor, up to the third floor.

The Nazi Zombies were facing away from him, moving northward, occasionally picking out several suites where two zombie soldiers would team up to check inside.

Tat-tat-tat, tat-tat-tat, Tang Zheng wasted no time, pressed the trigger, and began to gun them down as he ran.

Though more than half of the bullets hit their targets, ripping off chunks of flesh and splattering some blood, the zombie soldiers remained unaffected.

Tang Zheng retreated immediately.

The outcome was expected and he showed no signs of panic.

“Need to aim for the head after all,” Tang Zheng murmured.

When he reached the fourth floor, he selected the third suite and rushed in.

A day ago, after clearing out all the zombie guests from the rooms and setting up rope ladders, they had left the doors ajar to facilitate their timely escape when needed.

As for the keys, they had already been secured after they took control of the hotel lobby and the front desk.

Tang Zheng hid in the middle bedroom facing the living room, took a bundle grenade tied with five bombs from his travel bag, tied it to the wooden leg of the bed, removed the safety cap, tied the pull cord with a piece of fishing line, and then tied the fishing line to the leg of the table on the other side of the bedroom door.

Even with Tang Zheng’s strong mental fortitude, his hands shook while setting the trap.

He was terrified at the thought of accidentally pulling the pull cord, which could potentially result in a dire situation.

Luckily, everything went smoothly.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Tang Zheng retreated a few steps back, set up the machine gun pointing towards the living room, and waited for the Nazi zombies to take the bait.

Thud-thud-thud, the echoing sound from the running boots of the Nazi soldiers filled the air with a frightening sense of dread.

The dangerous vibe consumed the entire area.

Tang Zheng fixed his gaze on the door, not daring to blink.

The sweat coming off his forehead dripped down his temples, and he didn’t dare to wipe it off.

The footsteps in the hallway grew louder and louder until suddenly, a loud bang sounded as the door was kicked open.

Sensing the impending danger, Tang Zheng was about to press the trigger when he noticed that no one was at the door.

Instead, a smoking M24 stick grenade came spinning inside and rolled into the living room under the tea table.

“Holy shit, even Nazi Zombies use tactics,” Tang Zheng muttered in surprise.

Despite knowing that his own grenade wouldn’t be triggered, he instinctively dropped to the floor.

BOMB, the grenade exploded, scattering debris, and broken glass around the room, and the clatter echoed as they hit the walls.

Explosions from the adjacent rooms immediately followed, four in total.

Tang Zheng quickly realized the Nazi zombies had started using grenades to clear rooms before advancing, following the failure of their last attempt.

“This isn’t a good sign; does it mean the zombies actually possess intelligence?” As the explosions subsided, Tang Zheng stood up and aimed his machine gun, aware that the Nazi zombies would probably charge immediately after the grenade exploded.

Right on cue, two blood-stained Nazi zombie soldiers, dressed in SS uniforms and armed with MP38 submachine guns, stormed in.

Seeing the MG42 gun barrel protruding from the bedroom, they immediately raised their guns and started firing.

“Damn it.” Tang Zheng took cover behind a wall, realizing he might have bitten off more than he could chew.

Yet, he did not regret it.

He knew that without taking risks, there would be no returns.

A series of German voices sounded out, likely the two Nazi zombies calling for backup.

Knowing he couldn’t delay, Tang Zheng pulled a grenade, waited for two seconds before throwing it, then took advantage of the smoke from the explosion to throw on his travel bag, burst out some covering fire, and then dashed towards the balcony.

“Little Tang, all the Nazi zombies on the fourth floor ran into room 403.

Have you managed to escape?” Li Xinlan’s anxious voice rang out.

“I’ve heard several explosions.”

“Let’s pray they all got blown up.” With no time to care about the outcome, Tang Zheng swiftly climbed the rope ladder up towards the floor above.

Just as he flipped over the balcony into room 503, a violent explosion resonated from below.

Wall plaster, debris, fabric, and wood shavings were sucked out from the balcony, then fell down to the ground like rain.

“Little Tang, your wish is about to burst.

Three of them have come out and are now climbing the staircase.” Li Xinlan voiced her concern seeing the scenes on the monitor.

Upon hearing Li Xinlan, Tang Zheng pulled back his foot that was about to step into the living room, gritted his teeth, and climbed back down into room 403 using the rope ladder.

The bedroom was now littered with severed limbs, and the wall was covered in blood and shattered flesh.

It was like an impressionistic painting.

Some Nazi zombies, whose heads hadn’t been blown apart, tried to raise their guns to retaliate against Tang Zheng, but their hands had already been blown off.

“Hehe, I’m rich.” Tang Zheng swung his MG42, and gleefully blew their heads apart, then picked up the silver card that lay amidst the blood.

A B-Class Card, identical in design to the Exemption Card he had just received, only the image of the silver hourglass was replaced with an image of a black MG Pattern 3, beneath which was written Howling Reaper.

“How big is the harvest?” Lin Weiguo asks, and everyone else is listening.

“I took down eight zombie soldiers, Nate, I got you an MG42, it wasn’t destroyed in the blast,” said Tang Zheng, then asked, “How are you guys doing?”

“Temporarily safe.” He received a comforting bunch of confirmations in return, which greatly relieved Tang Zheng.

“We can’t go on, Bai Guo and I have to run again.” Qin Yan saw that the door was being continuously struck.

She knew that the Nazi zombies were coming.

She quickly ran to the balcony and moved via the rope ladder.

Due to the previous experiences, her movements were faster than before.

“Twelve minutes have passed.

The punishment time is about to end.

Everyone, keep going!” Qin Yan encouraged everyone even while on the move.

After the recent crisis, Tang Zheng did not want to take any more risks.

He checked the time on his phone and waited for the last five minutes.

Once the time came, he would activate his Furious Queen ability and slaughter those Nazi zombies.

“Can this card also be used?” Tang Zheng looked at the letter “B” in the top left corner of the card, guessing its value and grade.

Then he tried to infuse energy into the card.

After a blinding flash of light, the card disappeared.

In its place was a pitch-black MG3 machine gun with an anodized exterior, a 300-round ammo box attached beneath the gun, and a detachable M13 bullet chain loaded with shiny 12.7mm large caliber ammo.

The gun was visually stunning, exuding raw industrial and mechanical beauty.

The gun in front of him was a perfect replica of the German MG3 general-purpose machine gun, yet it was loaded with .50 caliber heavy machine gun bullets.

However, as a series of detailed data flooded into his mind, Tang Zheng understood.

This machine gun, named Howling Reaper, is a B-Class prop.

Unlike machine guns in reality, it has unique characteristics.

First, it can use any type of bullet, and the bullet will inevitably mutate to .50 caliber heavy machine gun bullets after being fired.

Second, the weight of the gun, loaded with an ammo box, is always fifteen kilograms.

Third, the gun is indestructible and doesn’t require barrel change for cooling, even if forcefully thrown around, there will be no internal damage.

As he absorbed these three clearly future tech characteristics, Tang Zheng was almost astounded.

If this gun were brought back to the real world, wouldn’t military departments across the globe explode with intrigue?

Famous firearms designers like Browning Mauser would probably emerge from their graves just to get a glimpse of this gun’s magnificence.

Tang Zheng couldn’t hold himself back, he pointed at the wall, and pulled the trigger, bullets pouring out.

The pristine white wall was perforated with large holes and debris flew everywhere.

With a firing rate of 800 to 1000 rounds per minute and an effective range of 2000 meters, this was truly a lethal weapon for killing zombies.

This caliber of bullets would turn humans into chunks of meat, leaving most likely not even an arm intact.

“Damn, it has the caliber of a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun and nearly the same recoil as a regular rifle, and it’s incredibly light.

It’s just perfect.” Tang Zheng, holding the Howling Reaper, felt that all the risks taken tonight were totally worth it.

Although it only weighed 30 kilograms, it was still a test of arm’s strength.

After shouldering it, Tang Zheng asked Li Xinlan about the position of the Nazi zombies.

“They are on the seventh floor.” The happiness in Li Xinlan’s voice was palpable, as the punishment time was about to end and no one had died, there could be no better outcome than this.

Tang Zheng didn’t want to take any more risks himself, so he summoned his musketeer to begin the task, while he himself stayed to collect ammo, not giving a second glance at the two MG42 machine guns in the lobby.

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