Chapter 736: Are the Corporation and the Legion Fighting Among Themselves?

Chapter 736: Internal Strife Between the Enterprise and the Legion?

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[Beta0.7 New Content: Mutant Zombies]

[Traits: No head weakness like regular mutants, stronger regeneration, higher resilience, some equipped with minor mechanical prosthetics. Most "zombified" mutants appear visually similar to other green-skinned mutants; be cautious if encountered!]

[Weakness: High resistance to radiation and toxic substances; no obvious weaknesses.]

[Recommended Ammunition: 20mm or larger rounds, bolter shells (bolter), dragon's breath rounds (shotgun), thermobaric rounds (RPG launcher), etc.]

[To Be Verified: Flamethrowers, Molotov cocktails, etc. (Note: Maintain a safe distance to avoid being tackled by a flaming mutant.)]

Midnight Umbrella Without Knife: "Good grief, so it's a secretly buffed elite mob!"

Awake and Tired: "I thought it was a damn bug!"

Night Ten: "So the question is, how do you know A-Guang didn't turn a bug into an elite mob? (Ridiculous)"

Quit Smoking: "Makes sense, holy crap!"

Irena: "A-Guang: Well said, don't say it again next time. (Ridiculous)"

T-Rex Warrior: "That's unscientific... getting your head blown off and it grows back? That's not what our biology textbooks said. Dog of a game designer, consider redoing your nine-year compulsory education?"

Night Ten: "Makes sense, but why don't you ask psychohistory how it manages to fully account for all variables? What exactly is the stuff shot out by a nuclear gun? How does the Force drive a lightsaber? How do the nervous and immune systems of higher animals dehydrate? And... why does SpongeBob always ask the Magic Conch when there's a problem?"

T-Rex Warrior: "I know SpongeBob, but he doesn't ask the Magic Conch in every episode, right? And what the hell are the other things? (Confused)"

Elven King Wealth: "Asking that many questions at once is gonna burn out his CPU. (Ridiculous)"

Night Ten: "Strange, I thought he'd at least get two of them. Unscientific. (Ridiculous)"

Quit Smoking: "Hahaha, damn!"

...

About two kilometers north of the Weifu military base, there was an abandoned small village.

This was once a small settlement under the Fuzhuang community. After the Torch arrived, the people here vanished somewhere, and the whole village was deserted.

When the Southern Construction Corps first arrived, they borrowed the houses here for a while, then withdrew once the military base was built.

Later, when the Coalition formally declared war on the Torch and the allied forces moved into the Weifu base, survivors from Mafu Town often drove horse-drawn carts here to trade. Over time, they simply moved into the nameless village, renovated the dilapidated facilities, and opened some taverns and inns.

Then, a group of life-skill players brought their barbecue grills here, and the once peaceful little village became a smoky, noisy mess.

In an inconspicuous tavern,

a table of Enterprise soldiers sat drinking and grilling skewers, muttering under their breath.

"What a damn pain!"

Tang Feng from the Second Platoon of the First Company slammed his glass heavily on the wooden table and cursed.

At the next table, a few Free State soldiers exchanged glances. One of them turned and asked,

"What's wrong, brother?"

Tang Feng belched, reeking of alcohol.

"Our officer took us for a stroll along the front line, then dragged us back without firing a single shot!"

The man laughed.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Staying off the front line was the best—if he could, he'd stay in the rear forever.

But that was impossible.

Every combat unit had its own mission, and their turn would come eventually.

However, the mindset of an Ideal City resident always differed from everyone else in the wasteland.

"Good, my ass!" Tang Feng glared and shouted, "We came here to kill mutants! Not to drink! You can drink anywhere—why come all the way here?"

"That's right!" Another soldier from the Second Platoon sitting next to him chimed in, "We came here for the fate of all humanity! Even if we can't access the Endpoint Cloud here, we never complained! But after arriving, we realized there's nothing here of what we were looking for!"

The Free State soldier was taken aback and asked, confused,

"What are you looking for?"

Tang Feng answered without hesitation,

"Ideals, courage, and other things... I want my name to be a source of pride for my family and friends, just like the crew of the Pioneer."

The few Free State soldiers exchanged glances, their eyes filled with admiration.

Typical Ideal City folks.

Their vision was just different.

They were different.

They came here for money, and the people who sent them here were also in it for money.

As for the higher-ups, maybe they had other motives.

But that was their concern—they didn't really care.

They just wanted to pay off their debts as soon as possible, earn a fortune they'd never spend, end this miserable hand-to-mouth existence, and enjoy a slow-paced retirement.

But even though they had no dreams, to those without dreams, people who harbored dreams and were willing to act on them were truly captivating, as if they radiated light from head to toe.

Maybe what shone wasn't the skyscrapers of Ideal City—after all, they had those too—but the ideals in the hearts of the people there...

At least, that's how it seemed to them.

"Edem, sniper from the 7th Battalion of the Hound Special Forces," a calloused hand patted Tang Feng's shoulder. Edem gave an admiring thumbs-up. "I respect you guys the most—fighting without a reward. Once I pay off my loans, I want to live like you, for the freedom in my heart... Allow me to buy a drink for the warriors of humanity!"

Flattered by the praise, Tang Feng grinned sheepishly and bumped fists with him.

"Tang Feng, First Company, First Battalion, Second Platoon... Wait, sniper? You're a sniper?"

Seeing his sudden excited eyes, Edem was taken aback.

"You too?"

"No, but I'm damn good with a sniper rifle," Tang Feng rubbed his nose with his index finger, grinning. "Too bad our squad doesn't have a sniper. The company has a sniper squad, but if they did, I'd definitely grab one."

Edem's eyes lit up.

"What a coincidence. Sounds like you know your sniping. Let's spar sometime."

Tang Feng agreed immediately.

"No problem... By the way, where do you usually drop?"

Edem was dumbfounded.

"Drop... drop where?"

Just then, a few sneers came from nearby.

At a table not far away, a group of big-nosed men drinking cast sidelong glances in their direction.

From the bottles beside them, it was clear they'd had plenty.

Otherwise his tongue wouldn't keep getting more tangled.

"First Regiment, First Battalion... That's right, that's the designation."

"Aren't these the same bunch from yesterday?"

"Haha, the rice buckets from Ideal City."

"You can't say that. Awakened ones have better appetites. Maybe they're all Awakened?"

"Are you joking? With those guys who treat awakening as a terminal illness?"

At first, Tang Feng didn't want to bother with them. The rudeness of the Velantians was evident to everyone on the wasteland.

However, these guys' voices grew increasingly unrestrained, to the point where they could no longer be ignored.

Tang Feng, who had just been praised and was a bit heady, suddenly flared up. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"You fucking say that again!"

The originally lively tavern instantly fell silent, including the noisy Velantians.

But the latter only paused for a few seconds before bursting into mocking laughter again.

"What? You want to say that rice buckets can bite too? Then I'd like to see that."

The Velantian who had been the loudest earlier rose with narrowed eyes, unbuttoned his crisp military uniform and tossed it aside, revealing a light green vest and solid lumps of muscle.

He exuded an aura of danger, like a leopard poised to strike.

Clearly.

He wasn't just all talk; he had some real assets on his body.

Tang Feng downed the rest of the wine in his glass in one gulp and also tossed his jacket onto the back of a nearby chair.

"Want to see a rice bucket that bites? Then just go look in the mirror in the toilet, or do I have to invite you to see a doctor?"

He didn't have much muscle, as if he had just started training recently, but his demeanor showed no weakness.

The bionic implant attached to his iris had already locked onto that ugly nose. He swore he could punch that thing concave within three moves, as precisely as a fully loaded G9 'Black Swan' assault rifle.

It didn't require much strength; any adult could do it.

A companion beside him grabbed his arm, reminding him with eyes that were not yet drunk.

"Hey, don't cause trouble. Be careful you don't get sent back."

"Then let the officer send me back," Tang Feng said with a curl of his lip, twisting his neck dismissively. "I don't think he intends to let us go to the front lines anyway."

Being sent back was no worse than wasting time here, and besides, he could wait for the other side to strike first and then fight back. Then even if it went to a court-martial, no one could blame him.

He was fighting for the honor of all Ideal City. Not only would the jury be on his side, but so would the vast majority of people in Endpoint Cloud who shared his sense of honor.

Just as the corporate people were trying to mediate, the Velantians were still fanning the flames, not minding the trouble.

"Damon, this kid seems to look down on you?"

"Haha, don't let a rice bucket underestimate you."