The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 527: Preventive audit, modify immediately_2

Chapter 527: Preventive audit, modify immediately_2

Doctor Nile said.

He has amassed a considerable fortune on his own, not to mention inheriting part of the legacy from Ra’s descendants.

Putting aside the idea of helping a young couple live a comfortable life, if Liu Zheng wanted to pursue a political career one day, he could financially support him.

"Huh?"

Doctor Nile’s eyes lit up.

Thinking about it that way, instead of forcing the traitor’s demise, it might be better to deal with him after Liu Zheng climbs higher ranks in City Hall.

With this kid’s impressive knack for networking, as long as he had some financial and background support, he could certainly land a decent position.

"Doctor, why don’t you get in the tank and take your time thinking about it?"

Liu Zheng waved a hand in front of him and said helplessly.

"Ah, oh, okay. Sigh, getting old, I tend to zone out."

Doctor Nile followed him and climbed into the tank.

"Sigh, so much ammo, and none of it got used. Liu Zheng, if you bore me like this again next time, I’m charging you Spirit damages."

Looking at the stockpile of ammo, the Driver grumbled unhappily.

"Don’t worry, it’ll be put to use."

Liu Zheng reassured him.

"What? You’re planning to head somewhere else later?"

The Driver asked.

"Not planning to go anywhere. But Granny Tang definitely won’t let us go back smoothly."

"You’re right; they’re already here."

The Driver suddenly said, gesturing toward the sights.

Liu Zheng leaned toward the aiming scope and looked ahead.

In the distorted, blurry view resembling an old television screen, distant dense woods revealed many demons with grotesque forms moving toward them.

Leading these demons were three figures with ghastly faces that looked almost identical, differing only in color—cyan, white, and red.

Moreover, each of their weapons was distinct: the cyan demon wielded a massive Wolf Fang Club, the white demon carried a two-meter-long Katana, and the red demon held a slender Scythe.

These three demons stood around three meters tall, towering higher and broader than upright polar bears.

Their bodies were covered in coarse fur, and their hands resembled bear claws more than human hands.

Aside from their faces, which resembled terrifying ghost masks, the rest of their features were indistinguishable from bears.

"Can we hit them, Colonel?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Barely. But we can give it a shot."

The Driver shook his head and replied.

"Hound" is specialized for defense and speed, so its firepower is inherently weak, and its fire control system is even weaker.

"Then let’s fire a shot at them first, for good measure."

He decided resolutely.

Even if it doesn’t hit them, at least let’s hear some noise.

They’ve been out here for so long without hearing the sound of an explosion, and he felt almost out of place without it.

"Haha, great! You load the shell, and I’ll handle the cannon."

The Driver said cheerfully.

With Liu Zheng’s skill at operating "Hound’s" cannon, it’s not about being uncertain whether the shot would hit: it’s a certainty that it won’t.

Better not accidentally blow up Niu Daji’s two brothers with a stray shell; now that would be one heck of a mishap.

He’s caused enough battlefield blunders in the past; he didn’t want to rack up those numbers post-retirement through accidental friendly fire.

"Alright, which one should we use first?"

Liu Zheng asked, eyeing the pile of shells stacked like a small hill.

"Given this distance, use the one marked with a lightning bolt."

The Driver thought for a moment and suggested.

"Got it."

Returning to his original form, Liu Zheng bent over, wrapping his tentacles around the shell the Driver had pointed out.

Then, his entire body twitched uncontrollably.

"What the hell, why is this thing electrified?"

Liu Zheng instinctively cursed.

"Probably been sitting too long. Some residual leakage, maybe. Big deal, just load it up already."

The Driver said dismissively.

"Really takes guts to be your loader."

Liu Zheng muttered as he endured the constant electric shocks while placing the shell into the loading port.

"Quit whining! If you can’t deal with that, how do you plan on driving a tank?"

The Driver snapped impatiently.

The moment combat started, he reverted to the steel-commanding demeanor of a high-ranking officer.

"Yes, sir! Shell loaded and ready!"

Liu Zheng stood at attention and reported.

"Good! Let these ugly demons taste the wrath of human firepower! Hahaha!"

The Driver laughed maniacally and pulled the lever.

"Boom!"

Although it lacked the earth-shaking grandeur of "Little Kitten," "Hound" still emitted a deafening roar.

The sharp-nosed shell left the barrel, trailing a lengthy plume of fire with flickering sparks of electricity along the edges.

If Liu Zheng and the others were outside, they would smell a faint, fishy ozone scent lingering in the air.

"Z-Z-Zap!"

Two seconds into the shell’s flight, its tail sprayed out massive arcs of lightning.

Already fast enough to leave afterimages, the shell accelerated further,