Chapter 1709: Chapter 25 Freedom Route
Once Ruan Feifei boarded the cruise ship, she found herself on the deck, imdiately examining her surroundings. Upon spotting a hatch, she dashed toward it at full speed.
The female anchor in her tight-fitting protective clothing was undoubtedly the most eye-catching target. If there were any Conquerors among the passengers, she would surely be in trouble.
Ruan Feifei’s caution paid off. Just as she left, a man leaning against the ship’s rail squinted his eyes and gave chase, but unfortunately, after entering the hatch, he couldn’t find his target.
The man promptly found his allies, reported the situation to them, and everyone got energized, dispersing throughout the ship to begin tightly surveilling the entire cruise ship.
Dozens of minutes later, the Blade Empress and the second mber of the ESP Superpower Team had spent enough ti in the small dark room and were teleported onto the ship, instantly catching the attention of others.
“FU~CK, we’ve been screwed by the Warhamr Team!” Yan Chiyang’s team mber cursed angrily, but to no avail.
So contestants from the second group also ford temporary teams. In the face of these solitary prey, they naturally took action, resulting in an exceptionally fierce battle.
Those two individuals certainly lived up to being mbers of the Seed Team. Even when their abilities were limited, their strength remained formidable. Although they died, they took several people down with them, leaving those remaining uneasy and hesitant to confront Ruan Feifei, fearing she might also be a tough opponent.
Ruan Feifei stayed in the cabin, quietly waiting for the cruise ship to reach Mumbai. During this ti, she only went out once to buy a large amount of food in case of ergency.
At midnight, the teleportation gate opened, and a musket soldier crawled out.
Having prepared in advance, Ruan Feifei grabbed a kitchen knife and rushed forward, chopping the soldier’s head into two halves, promptly seizing the musket, reversing it, and squeezing the trigger.
In the crisp gunshots of “bang, bang,” the musket soldiers erging from the teleportation gate were turned into beehives.
Ruan Feifei blocked them inside.
The musket soldiers panicked, throwing out a few hand grenades.
Ruan Feifei’s expression changed in shock as she ran out of the cabin. The explosion sounded, with flas filling the entire room, burning away the air, making her slightly suffocated.
Tang Zheng’s group watched with worry, but luckily, as a Level 1 Hero and a veteran team mber, Ruan Feifei didn’t fall under the hands of these punishnt troops.
With danger averted, Ruan Feifei finally stepped safely onto Mumbai’s soil. Without any delay, she dashed into a small alley.
By this ti, five days had passed since the third mber of the first group embarked on their journey.
“Please proceed to the following location for handover!”
The wristwatch announcent prompted Ruan Feifei to check the marked red dot and found it was not far, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Groups, please select the third mber. Teleportation will begin in one minute!”
“Brother Lin, take care of everything!” Tang Zheng stood up and clapped hands with the old soldier, firmly grasping his hand.
“Good luck!” Dantai punched the old soldier’s shoulder, “Don’t push too hard, focus on safety.”
“Got it!” Lin Weiguo showed a sincere smile, interrupting Qin Yan and the others, “Alright, why make it so dramatic? I’ll be back soon!”
When the teleportation ended, Lin Weiguo couldn’t help but sneeze several tis. He couldn’t help it; it really slled awful.
At this mont, Mumbai, later to beco India’s largest industrial port city, was now in total decay. Ragged-clothed hungry people were everywhere; the main street was littered with feces, unswept, combined with those slightly dark Indian faces, creating a gray and hazy view.
“This is too rundown!” Bai Guo was dumbfounded, comparing it to the UK; this place was just like the most shabby countryside toilet.
“At this ti, India still seems to be under British Empire’s rule. Their interest in this land is far less than their interest in China; the only thing they do is try not to let famine occur. Of course, human traffickers are very interested in this place—it’s all free labor, flip them for sale, and you get a hefty sum of British Pounds.” Lu Fan had only glanced once during his leisure ti; he held no interest in Indian Asan.
The Little Lolita’s words caused so Indians to glare angrily.
“You Chinese are just as bad; this is right after the end of the Self-Strengthening Movent, with the Eight-Nation Alliance riddling the Old Sumr Palace, causing the imperial capital, which has inherited thousands of years of civilization history, to weep.” Vermilion Woman sarcastically remarked.
Suddenly, most of the Chinese stood up, glaring angrily at the Indian woman, and the atmosphere imdiately beca tense.
“Hmph, at least we’re human, unlike you, only a hundred million people!”
“We Brahmins are naturally the most outstanding race!” Vermilion Woman was very proud, but her words made so Indians’ faces slightly wrinkle.
“What’s this about?” Bai Guo didn’t understand upon hearing soone argue with Vermilion Woman.
“Caste system!” Lu Fan shrugged.
The Europeans nearby sneered, eager to see infighting within the Asia Region and to first have a brawl.
“Hmph, during this period in Asia, only our great Japanese Empire experienced the iji Restoration and under the diligent governance of His Majesty the Emperor, rose like a cot!” Sekiya Ganta jumped up, shouting fanatically.
“And then got hit by two nuclear bombs, falling like a cot!”
Dantai’s snide counter caused the onlookers to burst into laughter, especially the Aricans, as the biggest winners of World War II, they considered themselves the masters of the world.
“I want to duel with you!” Sekiya Ganta glared at Dantai, drawing his Samurai Sword.
“Gladly accompany!” Dantai also beca angry, “Trojan, can I kill him?”
“During the competition, private fights are prohibited, please restrain yourselves, or you will both face punishnt!” Trojan warned.
Kawagawa Shingo pulled Sekiya back, glancing at Tang Zheng, he hadn’t forgotten this man, definitely a formidable enemy.
Due to the Death Rally, everyone was quite heated, coupled with this incident, they beca hostile towards each other. If not for the rules, there would surely be a big fight.
“Handover complete, the third runner can depart!”
“Brother Lin, be careful!” The female anchor handed over money and firearms, not finishing her advice before teleporting away.
“Well done, go take a rest!” Tang Zheng comforted Ruan Feifei, Li Xinlan had already handed over food and water.
While waiting for Trojan to provide the route, Lin Weiguo was not idle and directly robbed several British businessn, acquiring a lot of British Pounds. As for those revolvers, they were all discarded as they could no longer pose a threat to the Conquerors.
“At the third station, you can freely choose your route!”
“Please note, after ten days, no matter where you are, you will be imdiately replaced!”
Trojan’s words startled Lin Weiguo, which ant that from here onwards, personal ability would be tested.
If following the route provided by Trojan, it would certainly not be wrong, only differing in arriving early or late. But at the third station, if the third runner made an incorrect choice, a lot of ti could be wasted.
Lin Weiguo, dressed in a suit and holding a pipe, disguised himself as an overseas Chinese in an alley, checking the map left by Ruan Feifei.
“Two routes, one is overland, departing from Mumbai, crossing the Indian subcontinent, passing through Myanmar, Yunnan, Guangxi, directly to Guangdong, then taking a ship from there to Hong Kong, and finally to Japan Yokohama!” Lin Weiguo drew a straight line, then shook his head, “No, too many border crossings, and the transportation situation in Southeast Asian countries of this era is terrible, probably all rainforest!”
The Old Soldier imdiately dismissed this route, having studied World War II history; he didn’t want to experience what the national army encountered in Myanmar.
“Is it only possible to follow the originally set route in Jules Verne’s book?” Lin Weiguo recalled Dantai’s words.
“Verne wrote this sci-fi novel also based on maps. He never went abroad; so situations are purely hypothetical and don’t stand scrutiny.”
Dantai flipped through a detailed map, explaining to everyone, “Rember one thing, the bigger the city in the world, the better the transportation, so try to settle in such cities, then inquire at the railway bureau and mariti bureau about any shortcuts to the next station. Without airplanes in this era, ships are always the fastest.”
As the Death Rally began, the wristwatch search function for each Conqueror was restricted, so they could only rely on accumulated knowledge.
Dantai, as a Special Agent, naturally had a backup of such ticulously detailed military maps to prepare for unforeseen circumstances; unexpectedly, it ca in handy.
During these days, many people have been willing to spend 3 S-grade props trying to borrow and copy a copy.
Modern drawing technology is far superior to the industrial era; a military satellite aerial photograph would completely surpass them.
Everyone understood the impact a flawless map could have on the rally.
“From Mumbai to Calcutta, the capital of Bengal, then take a ship across the Bay of Bengal, Strait of Malacca, South China Sea, to Hong Kong and then to Yokohama, and from Japan take a ship to Arica; the route Verne wrote is really simplistic!” Lin Weiguo sighed, put away the map, and headed for the mariti bureau.
Although a few pennies for a tip got Lin Weiguo detailed information, half an hour later, he walked out disappointed.
There is a direct ship from Mumbai to Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia, but it doesn’t depart until the morning after tomorrow, which, when calculated, is not much faster than crossing the Indian subcontinent to Calcutta and then taking a ship to Hong Kong, and if there’s a delay midway, it would really be waiting in vain.
“Can’t afford to wait!” Lin Weiguo headed to the train station, and was frustrated again; there were no direct trains, aning he had to figure out another way for a segnt along the route. However, considering China at the ti also lacked a dense railway network, he was relieved.
At the platform, the Old Soldier was extorted and, in a bad mood, directly pumled those hooligans, wanting to chop them if it weren’t for the crowd.
Looking at the clanking, like an about-to-fall-apart elderly man’s train pulling in, the Old Soldier sighed again, recalling a video he accidentally saw concerning India’s “Spring Festival travel rush,” with people hung on top and on the sides of the train, leaving no room for even a needle to fit.
For three whole days, the Old Soldier was rushing, even at night, without stopping; luckily, he could nap in the carriage or horse carriage.
One advantage of taking a horse carriage was not worrying about being ambushed, but on the fourth day, a new Trojan announcent sounded, disrupting the stable situation. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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