Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 202 Zhao Zhuikong, I finally caught you! (12)

Zhao Yingkong doesn't like this city.

Chaos, decay, despair, and filled with the stench of corpses.

In comparison, Tokyo, where evil spirits are rampant, and London, where vampires are rampant, seem very amiable.

Because Raccoon City is a pure man-made disaster.

Everything stems from human greed.

Sometimes, humans are more malicious towards their own kind than evil spirits.

The vicious Umbrella is high above, controlling all humans through the T virus.

There is no hope for this city.

Just like her family.

The corrupt top management, the ignorant middle class, and those who have been brainwashed since childhood and used as tools.

There is no cure.

Therefore, they are "empty" and only have each other.

They grew up together, studied together, practiced assassination skills together, completed training missions together, laughed together, and shed blood and tears together.

She still remembered that Brother Shikong loved fishing the most. On that small island, he boasted that he could catch fat grouper with just a bamboo pole. Of course, everyone later found out that he bought it from a nearby fisherman.

Brother Yukong is best at throwing hidden weapons. Not only is he good at it, he can even make his own. He often practices with shells on the beach. She learned many of her throwing techniques from Yukong.

Sister Mingkong likes watching movies, especially romantic movies. She often cries for the separation and death of the protagonists in the movies. Her dream is to have a sweet love. Zhao Yingkong knows that she likes Brother Lingkong.

Sister Ruikong is the youngest child among the Kongers. She usually looks like a little devil and likes to follow her and ask her to tell stories from novels.

They are tools, but tools also have feelings, life, dreams, and traces of their existence.

Until that day, the bloody night, everything of everyone, all the past and future were buried.

Zhao Zhuikong!
When he thought of that name, Zhao Yingkong could no longer suppress his boundless hatred and murderous intent.

Hiding murderous intent should be a killer's most basic ability, but she can't do it at the moment.

After strengthening the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, she should have become emotionally indifferent, not happy with things or sad with herself, but she couldn't do it at the moment.

Especially after exchanging for the double-handed sword, memories of the past kept surging in her mind, and each frame became clearer and clearer.

Everything from my childhood, my experiences growing up, the first time I touched a knife, the first time I killed someone, the first time...
Ignorance, joy, depression, sadness, pain, and——

that night.

Every detail seems to have happened just yesterday.

She could clearly recall every second of that night.

Whenever she thought of the man who appeared in front of her that day, covered in blood, with the unrecognizable remains of her brothers and sisters behind him.

"You're late, Sakura."

"I just want to test my ability."

Nonsense words, chilling reasons.

Everything led to that bloody night.

Whenever she thought of that scene, she wanted to stab the knife into his chest and cut out his heart.

See whether it is red or black.

Zhao Yingkong took another deep breath and forced himself to suppress the anger that was about to burst out.

Although she wanted to tear the man's tendons and skin him alive, this was a team battle and she had to be patient.

Wait, cooperate, even if you can't kill the man yourself in the end.

As long as we win this team battle, it will be worth it.

Zhao Yingkong shook his head and threw away all the memories and distracting thoughts in his mind.

Standing on the rooftop of the tallest building in Raccoon City, she looked down and saw that the intensity of the battle at the Umbrella headquarters, more than ten kilometers away, had dropped significantly.

On the other side of the church, a black fog gradually covered the three nearby streets.

It was impossible to tell what was happening. Zero and the others were facing the strongest player of the Demon Team.

She just heard the Lord God's reminder, one point positive, one point negative.

And the previous mental connection has disappeared.

She knew that it was Sister Zhan Lan who died.

The sister who had always taken care of her died.

Emotions that were both familiar and unfamiliar filled her chest, making her feel suffocated.

She suddenly remembered what Zhuang Boshi, who had always stood in front of everyone, said.

"Everyone will die, including me."

Sister Zhan Lan is the first person to die in the Zhongzhou team, but she will not be the last.

The next reincarnation to die will appear soon.

As long as he knew she was here, the man with bloodshot eyes would chase after her desperately like a shark smelling blood.

This is his twisted "bond" to her.

Zhao Yingkong never doubted his tracking ability. After all, he was the best at tracking and hiding among all the "Kong" people.

The smell of blood in the city has spread to the roof of this seventy-story building.

How many people died tonight and turned into those disgusting monsters.

100,000 people? 200,000 people?

In addition, the Umbrella Corporation, the Demon Team, and the Zhongzhou Team are constantly fighting in the city, and even nuclear bombs are used. Compared with this, zombies are not a danger at all.

After such a day, there are probably few living people left in this city.

Next, it’s just a matter of adding a few more.

This is probably the kind of scene described in storybooks where blood flows everywhere and corpses are measured in a lake.

What's funny is that even a killer like her, who is used to seeing corpses, began to feel disgusted by this sight.

Too many people died in vain.

However, this kind of place is really suitable for reincarnations like them who are born to destroy.

It is very suitable as their burial place.

Anyway, the reincarnationists are just poor creatures controlled by the main god, no matter how powerful they are, like Zheng Zha or Zhuang Boshi.

They can only obey and have no ability to struggle.

Died in a certain world during the constant trials, died in vain, just to please the almighty Lord God.

Perhaps, this will also be where I will be buried.

Her ears twitched slightly and she turned around slowly.

"Zhao Zhuikong, you are finally here." His tone was calm, but beneath the calmness, there was an indescribable storm.

His fingertips slid across the dagger in his hand, and before the blade flashed, the murderous intent was already overflowing.

clatter! clatter! clatter!
Crisp footsteps sounded, and each step seemed to be stepping on a person's heartbeat.

A man slowly walked out from the shadows, it was that familiar face, with a cynical and frivolous look on his face.

He just kept staring at Zhao Yingkong, his eyes entangled with her.

There are countless emotions piled up in his eyes and brows: joy, infatuation, resentment, greed, and desire, like a sudden and brewing storm hidden beneath the calm sea.

"It's ripe, my little apple." He smiled and murmured softly, calling out his unique "pet name".

"I thought that when you saw me, you would rush to give me a 'heart-wrenching' hug."

Snap——

Zhao Zhuikong turned his face to the side, and a dagger was inserted into the concrete wall behind him, completely embedded.

"Wow—what a surprising greeting. Your technique is not rusty at all, but it's a little awkward."

Zhao Zhuikong opened his arms exaggeratedly and said sarcastically, "It was you who carved intimate secret codes belonging to the two of us on every street, asking me to meet you!"

"Shut up!!!"

If it weren't for Zhang Jie's desensitization treatment in the previous world, she might have been even more impulsive.

But at this moment, Zhao Yingkong was very calm.

She knew that she was no match for Zhao Zhuikong, and her only goal was to lure him out.

"What a disgusting tone!"

Her eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, like a Shura from hell, and her wrist trembled slightly.

The three daggers were thrust into the concrete wall again.

But Zhao Zhuikong had disappeared.

Zhao Yingkong turned around, and the perverted assassin was already on the railing on the other side of the rooftop, one foot dangling in the air, the other on the slender iron bar. Despite the strong wind, he remained motionless, as if walking on flat ground.

She was not surprised that the attack did not hurt Zhao Zhuikong.

After all, this guy is one of the strongest in the Demon Team.

He bowed slightly to Zhao Yingkong and said, "It's been a long time since we last met, Little Apple. Your skin is getting better and better, and you're becoming more and more beautiful."

"But, is it only the physical strength that is strengthened?"

"Although it is a panacea ability suitable for assassins! But I always feel a little disappointed." Zhao Zhuikong still said with a friendly smile, but the morbid paranoia in his eyes became more and more serious.

Zhao Yingkong stared at him intently, as if he was in the underground space of Moria in The Lord of the Rings, and still asked that question.

"Why do you do this. Why do you do this!?"

But she also exerted force on her body at the same time, instantly opening the first-level gene lock, and her whole body exploded with a strong wind in all directions like a bomb.

He rushed out with a roar and pounced forward.

Holding a silver blade in his hand, he stabbed at Zhao Zhuikong!
Zhao Yingkong hated the man in front of him to the extreme. Every move he made was aimed at the vital points. It was simple, sharp, and merciless!
"Ah? What are you talking about?" Zhao Zhuikong pursed his lips tightly, with a thoughtful expression.

But under Zhao Yingkong's fierce attack, a short sword easily blocked all of Zhao Yingkong's attacks, and walked leisurely, as if dancing gracefully on the rooftop.

"Did they steal your little underwear?"

"Or did you add some laxatives to everyone's food?"

"Or, could you please read the letter you wrote to me openly to everyone?"

As Zhao Zhuikong was speaking, it seemed as if he suddenly understood: "Could it be that you are talking about those rubbish——"

"Just clean up that little thing?"

"Surprisingly, you still remember it so clearly?"

He glanced at her sideways, his tone light, with a sense of right and composure.

"You bastard!!!"

This indifferent attitude made Zhao Yingkong clench his teeth, and the teeth marks were deeply engraved into his gums, revealing the indignation that he could hardly suppress in his heart.

If her speed was three times faster, in an instant the two of them had exchanged dozens of lightning-fast moves, as fast as a film with some clips cut out, suddenly appearing here and suddenly appearing there.

But strangely, the two weapons did not make a single sound of collision or friction. As they were from the same school, they were very familiar with each other's attack methods and moves.

Especially Zhao Yingkong, whose gene lock was far inferior to Zhao Zhuikong's, was completely unable to break it.

The assassin's inner fluctuations are certainly fatal, but compared to the emotional fluctuations such as anger, emotion, fear, and terror.

The assassin's real fatal weakness is his inner contradiction. If there is such a contradiction between yes and no in his heart, the sword in his hand will never be able to stab.

Because weapons, like people, also have the hesitation and contradiction between stabbing and not stabbing.

Zhao Yingkong has been called a genius since she was a child. Her elders, peers, and teachers all praised her as a natural assassin.

Assassin is an ancient profession, and there is no shortage of training methods that have spawned peer-to-peer fighting to temper one's will.

It is common in this industry for colleagues to kill each other and for fellow disciples to kill each other.

But Zhao Yingkong could not tolerate it. It was the man in front of him who did all this with his own hands and pushed all his companions into the abyss.

He is obviously the kindest big brother. He clearly comforted everyone to value each other!
why?
why!
Is everything fake?

It was also from that time that she vowed to kill the other party with her own hands to avenge her past hatred.

Now that her enemy was right before her eyes, the flames of revenge seemed to be able to solidify into substance, but it was of no use.

No matter how fast Zhao Yingkong was, Zhao Zhuikong always kept a fixed distance from her, as if he was playing a game, which made her angry and impatient.

“The Lord God is truly amazing!”

Zhao Zhuikong looked so relaxed, as if he was an adult playing with a three-year-old baby.

"The first world I entered was Nightmare on Elm Street. It was such an interesting world. Freddy could kill people from his dreams, and every living person could become his carrier."

"I couldn't find a way to crack it, so—"

"I had no choice but to kill all the humans in the town on the first day." A cruel and intoxicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If everyone is dead, Freddy won't be able to enter my dreams!"

"Guess what the result is, hahahaha, the Lord God actually gave me a B-level side story."

"From that time on, I knew that the Lord God is fair. As long as you complete the task, you will be rewarded, no matter what means you use."

"Isn't this a world naturally created for us assassins?"

"Am I right, you cute green little apple!"

Although his speed was very fast, he still maintained a walking posture at such a speed.

However, his body moves left and right, making it impossible to grasp the direction, so the attack inevitably becomes sluggish and uncomfortable.

Then, Zhao Zhuikong made an astonishing move.

He actually turned around with his back to Zhao Yingkong, but his speed did not slow down at all. It was as if he had a pair of eyes behind his head, and he easily dodged all of Zhao Yingkong's attacks.

Damn it! Stop looking down on others!
Zhao Yingkong condensed all his energy and poured it into the dagger. The silver blade suddenly grew three feet in length and stabbed towards Zhao Zhuikong's vest.

clang!
As expected, the aura was shattered by the ordinary dagger, but Zhao Zhuikong was also pushed several meters away by this force.

"Interesting. The energy level is higher than B level, right? Is it internal force or fighting spirit?"

"Little Apple, it seems like you've gained a lot from the Zhongzhou team—"

Zhao Zhuikong turned around and smiled brightly.

The attack missed, but even in his rage, Zhao Yingkong remained calm.

Seeing that she could not threaten Zhao Zhuikong, she distanced herself again.

"That code. It's the code between us brothers and sisters."

Zhao Yingkong didn't answer Zhao Zhuikong's question. Her voice was as cold as ice, as if questioning, "The common code of forty-eight brothers and sisters!"

The smile on Zhao Zhuikong's face gradually disappeared, and his expression became a little stiff.

Immediately, he sheathed the dagger in his hand and turned over to sit on the edge of a building over seventy stories high.

"Really? You still remember it so clearly?"

"I almost forgot about it. It feels like it happened in a lifetime ago."

Looking at the war-torn night scene of the city, half of his face was red from the firelight, while the other half was buried deep in the darkness.

The eye illuminated by the firelight revealed an unspeakable sadness.

In just that moment, Zhao Yingkong felt that the man in front of her had become her brother Zhuikong who once loved her the most.

But suddenly, that hateful and disgusting smile appeared on his face again.

"Ah, forget it, it's not important." He turned around to look at Zhao Yingkong, pointed at the black fog in the distance, and smiled even more neurotically.

"My little apple, your teammates are almost dead. That guy Zheng Zha is even crazier than me."

"And with that outrageous gene lock unlocking speed and that brutal and violent personality, he's naturally suited to this world. He's a true 'devil.'"

Zhao Yingkong gripped the dagger tightly, his voice was very light, with a cold breath: "My companions are not weak, and I believe in them!"

"Partner." Zhao Zhuikong chewed on this word over and over again, with a sarcastic smile, and his expression became increasingly cold.

He turned around suddenly and looked at her with a strange look: "I didn't expect my little Apple to make new friends in the Zhongzhou team."

"Ah, I'm feeling jealous."

"But there's nothing I can do about it. You're so cute and so popular."

Suddenly, Zhao Zhuikong disappeared from the spot, and Zhao Yingkong immediately looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a cold and malicious voice sounded in her ears.

"I wonder if your companions will be sad and upset if I kill you here—"

Faster than sound, the inconspicuous dagger touched the girl's neck, making a slight sound of metal and stone rubbing against each other.

If he moved forward just a little more, he would be able to cut through the jade-smooth skin, and the bright red blood would instantly stain the dagger.

"Huh?" A hint of surprise flashed across Zhao Zhuikong's eyes.

The expected scene was shattered because the hand that was swinging the dagger was captured by a giant hand.

Moreover, there was a very obvious force suppression, and no progress was made!
"Who are you?" The smile on Zhao Zhuikong's lips suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were filled with gloom.

It was like being interrupted on a hunt by a sudden intruder, or like being forcibly interrupted on a date with my dear little cousin.

The darkness in his heart continued to grow, and murderous intent continued to surge.

The tall man had a godly handsome face, but it was covered with strange black spells.

However, a very human sneer bloomed on that face at this moment.

In order to catch up with Zhao Zhuikong's speed, Zhuang Boshi took on the body of Solayang from the very beginning and gave 100% of his strength.

"Zhao Zhuikong, I finally caught you!"

(End of this chapter)