459 Destroying the formation (1/2)

When he saw the steam locomotive approaching, Zong Cheng had an epiphany. After considering the doubts that had accumulated in his mind in recent days and analyzing them further, he surmised that the steam locomotive was probably not Wang Congyang's doing at all. Instead, it was probably Ren Xiaosu's own power!

Although Zong Cheng did not really want to accept such a presumption, he had no other choice.

And once this presumption was established, many things that happened previously could finally be explained. For example, why had Xu Xianchu's shadow clone appeared at two different locations? Xu Xianchu had admitted before that he could not control the shadow clone beyond a distance of one kilometer.

And for example, Wang Congyang's steam locomotive was known to only have four carriages, but why did the Zong Consortium's troops keep seeing one that had 16?

Therefore, Ren Xiaosu's superpower was that he could copy the superpowers of other supernatural beings!

This made Zong Cheng even more fearful. If supernatural beings were the gods of the world, what kind of existence would a supernatural being that could outrageously copy the powers of other supernatural beings, and even further enhance them, be?

When Zong Cheng attacked Ren Xiaosu's group, he did not give a fuck about this young man. His target had all along been Yang Xiaojin and the organization backing her, the Saboteurs.

Now, Zong Cheng realized that he had made a huge mistake.

Suddenly, Zong Cheng stopped a military off-road vehicle that was speeding back to the base. He dragged the Zong Consortium soldier out of the driver's seat and threw him onto the ground. Then he drove the vehicle away!

As the night curfew had already been imposed on Stronghold 146, there were no pedestrians out on the streets. Only the Zong Consortium's soldiers could be seen patrolling.

But no matter how many soldiers came back as reinforcements, Zong Cheng was not going to turn around anymore. He just shouted into the vehicle's walkie-talkie and commanded all of the Zong Consortium soldiers in Stronghold 146 to come back to hold off Ren Xiaosu.

Zong Cheng thought to himself, 'There should be an extent to how much supernatural beings can use their superpowers, right?' For example, he could only control 30 to 50 people with his power. In that case, there also had to be a limit for the Steam Locomotive. Didn't it get blown into thin air after being bombed by the land mines in the wilderness?

As long as he had enough soldiers, he could crush Ren Xiaosu.

Zong Cheng regained his composure slightly. One by one, the Zong Consortium's troops started returning to the base, with the largest consisting of a full company, while the smaller groups were made up of individual platoons.

These sporadic forces would not be enough to stop Ren Xiaosu. Zong Cheng looked at his surroundings and immediately ordered through the radio, ”I'm leading the target towards Zijing Road now. All soldiers in the vicinity of Zijing Road, organize a defensive formation immediately and mount HMGs. Make sure to stop the steam locomotive that's chasing me!”

This would be the most effective method. Zong Cheng knew he could not run away aimlessly and should instead lead Ren Xiaosu to where the Zong Consortium's soldiers were the most concentrated so they could take him out while he was exhausted!

It was destined to be a sleepless night in Stronghold 146 tonight. The alarm that blared through the night, along with the explosions and gunfire, would make it difficult for any residents in the stronghold to fall asleep.

As some people watched quietly from a residential building on the street, they got a strange feeling. During the day, it was the Zong Consortium that was chasing after the young man. But now that it was nighttime, why had it suddenly become the young man chasing after the Zong Consortium soldiers while driving a train?

Why had the roles suddenly reversed?

Clarion and pleasant clangs of metal rang out as the steam locomotive traveled. This was the first time the residents in the stronghold witnessed a superpower with their own eyes.

A child leaning against the windowsill shouted to their parents, ”Daddy, it's a toy train!”

There were railroad tracks and trains that operated between Stronghold 146 and Stronghold 145, and many of the residents had taken them before. But in recent years, the Zong Consortium had been preparing for the war so intensively that the trains had become an exclusive means of transport for the military.

When the adults heard their child's words, the father said with a complicated expression, ”My child, that is a real train.”