Multiverse: Deathstroke

Chapter 274: Ch.273 Infiltration

The red cloak behind him spread out like a bird stretching its wings, creating waves of red in the night. After all, it was a powerful artifact of a sorcerer. Without any obvious movement, Su Ming began floating in mid-air, swiftly pursuing the fleeing airship.

All the airships looked the same, with huge balloons marked with an iron cross, and cabins hanging beneath them like a string of train cars. These "train cars" were broader and larger than actual ones.

The moment Su Ming took to the air, countless radars picked him up. Normally, radar wouldn\'t detect such a small airborne target, but after seeing Germany\'s advanced "Gundam" technology earlier, Su Ming knew that the Germans\' tech had surpassed real-world standards.

Almost instantly, every airship opened fire, unleashing a barrage of bullets toward him. The only visible projectiles were the tracer rounds used for calculating trajectories. These golden streaks accounted for about one in every ten rounds, yet they were enough to nearly blanket the sky.

The firepower was overwhelming, closing off every direction he could move. The only option left was to push through.

Fortunately, there were no energy weapons among them. Although the large-caliber bullets hitting his armor created a noticeable shock, they didn\'t cause much harm. The impact only caused sparks to flash around him.

Su Ming was more concerned about the cloak\'s resilience. He knew the Magic Floating Cloak could withstand powerful magic, but wasn\'t sure if it was bulletproof.

However, as a sacred relic, the cloak proved sturdy. Bullets hitting it slid off like skipping stones on water, making the cloak seem to have an easier time than Su Ming himself.

Still, by the time he reached the target, two minutes had passed—nearly double the time he had planned.

Gripping the rear cabin of the airship, Su Ming kicked the door open and rolled inside.

The cabin was barren of any furnishings, but it wasn\'t empty. He was greeted by a dense crowd of enemies.

These enemies wore German military uniforms, but their skin was decayed, their eyes clouded, and they emitted eerie, guttural moans.

Something was off.

They were zombies, without a doubt. Even without seeing, the putrid stench was unmistakable—similar to Deadpool\'s odor.

But why were there zombies on the airship? Were they being used as experimental subjects? Were they trying to apply Namor\'s genes to the zombies?

From a scientific perspective, it wasn\'t a bad idea. These creatures were easier to handle than living humans.

Their genes were similar to humans, but their metabolism was slower, making it easier to observe the effects of X-gene modifications.

Though Su Ming pondered this, it didn\'t stop him from acting. He grabbed his weapon and charged forward. What the Germans were trying to achieve didn\'t matter to him—he needed to break through and reach the lab to find Namor\'s fragments.

The other airships had ceased fire, but they could still destroy this one at any moment. Su Ming had to hurry.

These zombies were different from the ones Su Ming had encountered before. They were capable of using weapons and maintaining formation in battle. They even communicated using howls to issue commands.

As Su Ming charged into them, dozens of blue energy beams shot directly at him.

Su Ming ducked low, sliding into the enemy ranks.

The metal floor of the cabin was slick, coated in some black, unidentified liquid, likely zombie bodily fluids.

The blue energy beams missed him, instead blasting a hole in the wall where he had entered. Strong winds immediately poured into the cabin.

The airship wasn\'t flying high enough to cause a pressure differential like a modern airplane, so Su Ming couldn\'t save energy by watching the zombies get sucked out of the cabin.

For now, he had to handle things himself.

With a graceful swing, his golden scimitar traced a perfect arc through the air, decapitating several zombies as he rose to his feet.

But the rest of the zombies showed no concern for their fallen comrades or their surroundings. They continued to fire relentlessly.

Su Ming had no choice but to dodge.

The energy weapons powered by the Cosmic Cube posed a serious threat. While Su Ming could heal from wounds, he didn\'t want to get riddled with holes. Repairing his armor required X-metal, which was a rare resource.

"So, you want to play with guns? Let\'s play."

Su Ming rolled across the ground, sheathing the Godslayer blade and drawing two pistols. The symbiote, meanwhile, scavenged energy weapons from the nearby corpses.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Zap! Zap! Zap!"

Su Ming\'s calculations reached their peak. As a super-soldier with extraordinary spatial awareness, his gunplay was merely basic.

Using close-quarters combat to control the direction of the enemy\'s guns, Su Ming treated his bullets like extended weapons, calculating every angle and possibility to target their weak points.

The weakness of zombies lay in their lack of defense—blowing their heads off was a surefire way to neutralize them.

While Su Ming knew this, the symbiote did not.

The symbiote\'s method was simpler: spray and pray. Just keep shooting.

After they dealt with dozens of zombies, the cabin was left riddled with holes, barely holding together.

Through the gaps, Su Ming could see the brightly lit city of Paris below, where resistance fighters were being hunted, and a squad near the Eiffel Tower seemed to be engaging the enemy with what appeared to be electrical wires.

The howling wind through the shattered metal walls sounded like ghostly wails, and the cabin swayed precariously.

Without a second glance, Su Ming moved through the wrecked cabin, crossing into the adjacent one. As he stepped through, the zombie-filled cabin behind him collapsed, plummeting to the ground and crashing into a building, sending up clouds of dust.

The new cabin looked like a simple barracks, with rows of steel bunk beds and nothing else.

Su Ming ran his hand over one of the sheets. Not only was there no warmth, but thick layers of dust had accumulated.

No one had been here for a long time.

He raised an eyebrow and continued forward, at least learning the internal layout of the airship. These vessels were standardized, so understanding one meant understanding them all.

He was now certain this airship was a trap and not carrying the lab with Namor\'s fragments.

Its first priority in retreating had been to lure Su Ming in.

"Heh..." Su Ming chuckled under his mask. "So, you prepared a trap for me? Interesting..."

Now, he wanted to see who had seen through his plan and what kind of surprise they had in store. Anyone smart enough to figure him out must be intelligent.

And smart people tend to have one flaw—they love showing off their cleverness, whether intentionally or not.

Whoever had set this trap would surely leave behind clues to flaunt their foresight or mock the Deathstroke.

And once Su Ming knew who it was, he would figure out a way to deal with them.