Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 11: Dancing with Wolves Tonight
The 'Lone Wolf' has been waiting for a long time.

It received the distress signal on its own hunting ship and immediately rushed to the distant planet called 'Earth'. This was its duty; it had always been responsible for dealing with the failures and mistakes of its kin. And depending on the size of the adversary, the equipment it carried would vary.

What adult would take hitting a child seriously? In Predator culture, using powerful weapons to kill weak prey is even considered shameful. So when it descends from the sky, its only weapons are the most basic plasma shoulder cannon and some melee equipment. Even its laser containment device is only carried in one set.

That set of containment devices had already been used in its recent battle against the alien horde in the sewers. The unexpected Predator was indeed a challenge for the lightly armed creature, but it was a 'lone wolf,' a veteran among the elite, and it was confident that it could achieve the final victory.

It failed.

And this failure cannot be made up for.

The Predator escaped from the sewers, but was lured elsewhere. Not to the inexplicably heavily guarded nuclear power plant built by the local natives, but to a more remote medical facility housing many wounded natives and their young—it successfully disposed of them before the other aliens could use the wounded to delay it and tarnish its honor. But as it beheaded these aliens in the torrential rain, a strange feeling welled up within it.

The Predator had been killed, slain by the local natives, by their warriors. And it must have been a fierce battle filled with honor.

The prey died at the hands of others.

It could no longer wash away the shame of its prey escaping before its very eyes.

It was furious, but it didn't act rashly. The stench of blood emanating from the top of the medical facility drew it in. When it reached the rooftop, it saw the remains of an alien, the corpse of a male native, and a female native whose body had been partially melted by the alien's acidic blood, struggling to survive inside a native's aircraft.

It had no interest in the old, weak, or disabled, so it simply used a dissolving agent to casually dissolve the alien's remains. However, it may have underestimated the intimidating power of its own imposing and ferocious appearance. Before it could do anything, the native female, like a frightened little animal, spilled a whole host of fascinating information.

She didn't seem to be a native—she appeared to be a hunter sent by a civilization called the 'Chief God'. Although she didn't know why these hunters were so weak, her knowledge of the Predators was far greater than she had expected.

The Lone Wolf became interested; this might be an important matter involving a hostile hunting civilization. Although it didn't know why the female had let out a sharp, stabbing scream when it uploaded the phrase "God" to the Ironblood database, this didn't stop it from interrogating her further.

Enemies and the old, weak, sick, and disabled are two different concepts, and the Predator will not hesitate or waver even slightly just because the former possesses the latter's characteristics. However, even though it completely skinned the enemy, just as it had done to the native warrior who initially discovered its destruction of the Xenomorph's traces, it didn't gain much of value.

Except for one thing.

"He'll come back! That man will come back! He'll come back here... Ask him! He's ten times better than me, he definitely knows more! Spare me, I've already told you everything!"

Not entirely true.

The lone wolf could read the female's resentment in her voice. It seemed more like a frame-up than an intelligence leak. But one thing was certain: this hunting party from the "God" did indeed have a powerful warrior, and that warrior had chosen to act independently from the very beginning.

It's him.

He definitely stole his prey.

Therefore, this medical station should be a hunting ground for powerful warriors.

The lone wolf felt satisfied. That's why it chose to wait here.

It waited there for a long time, until the floodwaters from the torrential rain were about to submerge its ankles.

...He arrived.

At the bottom of the infirmary, on the street, the alien warrior carrying the head of the Ironblood alien was looking up at it.

Their eyes met, their wills clashed. And the next moment, that狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) head was hurled with tremendous force towards the location of the 'Lone Wolf,' colliding precisely with a plasma orb projectile from a shoulder-mounted cannon in mid-air!
'boom--'

The shattered flesh and blood disappeared into the falling rain. It was a tacit signal between warriors. And the alien warrior on the street had vanished without a trace!

The final hunt has begun.

..............................

Si Ming took a step.

His form completely vanished under the shimmering veil of twilight energy, and his body arrived at a quiet town hospital—unlike China, medical expenses in America were extremely high. Even though the alien invasion was gradually unfolding and being suppressed in its early stages, few people would venture into the hospital before dawn.

Poverty is more terrifying than death; this is common knowledge in this country. He passed by the hospital receptionist and security guards like a gentle breeze.

The hunt has begun.

Soldiers only need a single glance to communicate.

He stole its prey, and it wanted his head; so it was a fight to the death.

The greatest threat comes from the plasma shoulder gun.

Si Ming climbed to the second floor, moving silently like a shadow in the darkness. He deliberately preserved the Predator's severed head before throwing it, to test the power and velocity of the plasma shoulder cannon. Predators are a race that values ​​warrior honor, and they are quite generous with formalities when facing a worthy opponent. Defeating a head is proof of one's bravery; before he throws it down, the opponent has only a very small chance of launching a sneak attack.

His judgment was correct; Lone Wolf indeed did not act. His plan was accurate: Lone Wolf would not accept the prey of others, and its duty was to completely eradicate the shame of the Predator race.

There's a low probability of using a flywheel or javelin, but that would still deplete the opponent's arsenal. The most likely scenario is a direct headshot with a plasma shoulder cannon, which would reveal the power and velocity of the projectile. —The power is immense, equivalent to a tank's main gun. The projectile velocity is also much faster than the compromises made for visual effects in movies. While not as fast as firearms, it still exceeds half the speed of sound. Within ten meters, even observing the muzzle makes dodging extremely difficult.

Being hit would mean death, and even a glancing blow would result in serious injury. However, even with high-explosive rounds, the AA12 in Siming's hands would have difficulty penetrating the Ironblood armor's protection. The battle thus shifted slightly, but Siming still held the advantage.

The Predator's detection system operates based on thermal sensing. However, it is insufficient against the Night Aura Veil, which can perfectly amplify sound and heat.

Si Ming stopped in his tracks.

His ears twitched slightly, and wisps of dark fighting spirit clung to his palms and soles. Before him lay an unremarkable, quiet corridor, which he silently climbed to the top.

Geckos' ability to climb walls.

He certainly hadn't practiced this type of 'traditional martial arts,' but he had figured out this technique of manipulating battle aura on his own during the bloody battles in the other world. By simulating an accretion disk, he could move swiftly and silently across walls and ceilings.

He was motionless.

Driven by his will, more clumps of fighting spirit extended outwards, ensuring that there would be no fragments or sand falling from the ceiling.

One second, two seconds.

The corridor below appeared normal, but Siming clearly sensed an abnormal airflow. Blurred outlines appeared in his highly focused perception. It seemed the lone wolf had chosen the same method to join the battle.

Purse your lips.

The shotgun muzzle drooped.

A flash of fire—

'boom! ! ! ’

Something was hit; something was shattered. The roar of gunfire mingled with the lone wolf's pained howl. Without hesitation, Si Ming sprang forward, unleashing his power, and without even pulling the trigger a second time, crashed through the air into the glass window of an empty department to the side—a window that had already been tested by the night's battle aura!
The window shattered, and the ghostly blue plasma cannons fired simultaneously. The instant Siming fled, the plasma cannons had already violently bombarded his previous hiding place. And this close-range, high-energy direct hit was clearly more powerful than the outdoor spot fire!
The building shook slightly, and the roof structure of the corridor was blown apart. However, Si Ming had already successfully slipped into a side office, casually tossed down a fragmentation grenade with a shortened fuse, and without pausing, passed through another door of the deserted office and headed to another corridor opposite the office.

There was another explosion.

The explosion in the confined space was accompanied by a faint, bloody smell. The preemptive strike had resulted in minor injuries to the opponent. This indicated that the opponent's armor had been damaged, and the stealth function had naturally been disabled.

Having won a small round, Si Ming did not stop. After a fragmentation grenade, he fired a stun grenade, and then he broke open another door, but instead of going in, he stealthily moved to the corner of the corridor.

The ground shook.

An invisible yet tangible shockwave struck Siming's senses. The entire quiet hospital was jolted awake at that moment, and most of the Americans, adapted to the hail of bullets, instinctively ducked down, covered their heads, and hid in the nearest enclosed room, holding their breath and not daring to move an inch.

The variables have been reduced.

However, those with poor mental fortitude may still scream. And that scream might mislead the lone wolf to some extent.

'Ya—!' That was the first sound.

A plasma explosion occurred in the direction of the sound.

The location thus came to Siming's ears, and he took another step forward without hesitation. However, as he crossed the corridor again, about to successfully flank the lone wolf from behind, he suddenly stopped before a crossroads.

wrong.

My heart clenched violently in the face of the crisis.

It wasn't an attack, but a trap. The fighting spirit of the night amplified his senses dramatically. And on the smooth surface of a tile, he caught a faint red light.

Laser containment device?

No, no. It was another obstacle; a pre-prepared mirror appeared in his hand. He peered forward and successfully spotted the hidden object around the corner.

It was a Claymore mine. Most likely, it belonged to that slightly overweight veteran. Clearly, they remained in the hospital, and their end had come.

—More trouble than they're worth.

However, the aura veil that could fool the Predator scanner should naturally also be able to evade the laser detection of a regular Claymore mine. So—

Heavy, rapid footsteps came from not far away.

A very thin tripwire caught Si Ming's eye, who was not anxious about it—there were two Claymore mines that had been laid, and they were activated in two different ways!
Cunning, but Si Ming is superior.

With a pull and a tug, the burst of nighttime battle aura drew the broadsword. The next moment, the Predator, having missed its target, was met with the iron sand and raging fire that had been prepared for it!
(End of this chapter)