Crimson Flame! With that word, Zheng Zha unleashed the Blood Race skill while running, causing a wave of scarlet fire to erupt from his body. This flame slowly began to incinerate the lingering scent of bloodlust about him. Simultaneously, thanks to his astonishing regeneration rate, the gash on his thigh began to close. He then vaulted over a wall and melted into the shadows.

Roughly two or three minutes later, a hoverboard zipped past directly over his head. A Caucasian man screamed in frustration, roaring, "Captain, we've lost him! There was definitely a trace of flame here just a moment ago, but now there’s nothing!" The big white man paused, then bellowed, "Captain of the Central Continent Team, I know you’re nearby! Stop acting like a damned coward! Our captain said if you fought us honorably, we’d let you win on skill, but if you keep hiding like a turtle, we won't hesitate to use whatever means necessary!" Zheng Zha remained motionless in the darkness. He was nearly ten meters above the big white man, and with his Qinggong technique, striking him directly would be impossible. Thus, he could only silently maintain his stealth, daring not to move even slightly.

In truth, this Caucasian man wasn't terrifying; even transformed into a massive black-brown bear, his power was merely overwhelming. In a close-quarters fight, Zheng Zha was confident he could force a kill within five minutes. But that wasn't the situation; the enemy wasn't just one person. There was also the copy of himself—the one who hadn't attacked yet but radiated an immensely powerful oppressive aura. Zheng Zha had no confidence against that duplicate. Even without engaging, his intuition screamed at him to stay far away from that person.

The Caucasian man seemed to be growing extremely impatient. He suddenly tilted his hoverboard sharply, making his whole body look as if it were about to topple. He angled the front of the board toward the ground and simultaneously fired several micro-rockets from it.

These rockets slammed into the area surrounding Zheng Zha. Before he could react, a blast wave slammed into his body.

The rockets themselves hadn't hit him, so the shockwave alone was manageable. His physical resilience allowed him to easily shrug off the impact. However, the surrounding alleys and buildings were all caught within the blast radius. After the shockwave subsided, fire erupted everywhere, and several buildings began tilting and collapsing directly toward Zheng Zha.

(Time to face this head-on!) Zheng Zha grit his teeth, preparing to burst out of his shadowy cover. At that exact moment, a rocket suddenly shot out from the darkness in the distance. Before the Caucasian man, inside his 'Cave Heaven and Blessed Land,' could fully regain his composure, the rocket struck his hoverboard. With an explosion, the Caucasian man was blasted out of the sky.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Just as Zheng Zha was about to reach the spot where the Caucasian man fell, a series of intense gunshots rang out. A sharp pain shot through his left arm, sending him flying backward. The spot where he had just been standing was shredded by a spray of large, visible projectiles. He was lucky; he had been utilizing his Qinggong skill, or he might have been riddled with holes like a sieve.

A hundred meters away, a colossal figure emerged from the dark mist. This giant body stood nearly three meters tall, clad in a long coat similar to a 'Tracker,' with only its chest exposed. Upon its chest was a single, enormous eye staring in their direction.

Zheng Zha reacted the fastest. The moment he saw the massive Tracker aim its Gatling gun at him, he immediately pushed off the ground and leaped away. This area was already a labyrinth of complex alleys, and with the surrounding buildings collapsing, the terrain was even more treacherous. As he channeled his Qinggong, his body weaved between the chaos, easily disappearing into the dark mist.

The giant Tracker let out a low growl, clearly dissatisfied with Zheng Zha’s escape. It immediately swung its Gatling gun toward the dazed, fallen Caucasian man. Amidst the man's startled cries, it squeezed the trigger. The visibly huge bullets hurtled toward the Caucasian man, but unfortunately, they only impacted a few dozen centimeters in front of him, stopped by a small ring of faint light that shielded him. However, as the bullets kept pounding, the light ring grew visibly dimmer.

Knowing he was about to be killed by the machine gun—the Tracker's new toy—the Caucasian man could hold nothing back. He roared, and his entire body rapidly swelled. He transformed into a massive black-brown bear, using its sheer bulk to weather the barrage of bullets while crashing violently into a thick wall behind him, then ramming outward with even more savage force.

This enormous black-brown bear was over five meters long, covered in musculature as thick as steel plates. It lumbered forward with a frantic, staggering gait, resembling a clumsy penguin, but the sheer force of its impact was terrifying. With another crash, the building it struck actually collapsed entirely. However, it was fortunate that the falling structure managed to block a rocket fired from the massive Tracker’s weapon—it seemed unsatisfied and unleashed two more rockets from the shoulder-mounted launcher it carried. Two violent explosions erupted from the bear's escape path. Whether the black-brown bear was killed or not, the giant Tracker let out a roar and lumbered toward the burning wreckage.

Zheng Zha, breathing heavily, danced through the dark alleys. After fleeing several hundred meters, he vaulted over a wall and hid in a dark corner. The moment his feet touched down, he immediately pulled his military knife from his spatial ring. Without a sound, he sliced open the area where the bullets had struck him. Then, he actually reached into the massive bullet wound and forcibly extracted the giant projectile from the muscle tissue.

"Hah. Didn't hit bone."

No broken bones, no nerve damage—that was a stroke of luck. Zheng Zha let out a sigh as he pulled out the bullet. By the time he sprayed the wound with styptic spray, the large bullet hole was already beginning to close. Such rapid regeneration was astounding. Moreover, that bullet had clearly been a high-caliber, powerful round. For an ordinary person, a single shot like that would have shattered the arm completely, yet he had managed to resist the force with muscle alone. Thinking about it, his physical conditioning truly surpassed that of an average person by a wide margin.

(That Tracker’s size is completely over the top, and the eye on its chest? It’s not the G-Virus, is it? Is that Matthew Addison? The mercenary captain I saved during that Resident Evil scenario? If even Alice remembers me, would he remember me?) A thought sparked in Zheng Zha's mind, leading him to consider a potential battle strategy. If this possibility proved true, perhaps defeating the demonic Reincarnation Squad was achievable. If his duplicate wasn't too strong, Matthew Addison's overwhelming firepower might just allow him to turn the tables and defeat the enemy squad right here. Just then, a massive explosion suddenly echoed from a distance, accompanied by the sounds of several walls being smashed down. A massive object was hurtling toward his location—it was the gigantic black-brown bear, now concerned only with escape. It had already smashed through countless broken walls and houses in its wake. About a hundred meters behind it, the rhythmic boom of explosions indicated that the giant Tracker was still in hot pursuit, relentlessly attacking with heavy ordnance.

(The Tracker is two hundred meters away; the bear is only thirty meters from me. Judging by its trajectory, it will pass about ten meters to my side. A perfect opportunity!) Zheng Zha quickly simulated Chu Xuan's calculation method. The result suggested a sixty percent chance of killing Francois (the bear), and another thirty percent chance of forcing Matthew Addison to retreat. The black-brown bear was panting heavily, several deep bullet holes marking its back, yet these wounds seemed to pose no real threat; if anything, they made it run more ferociously. It no longer cared what walls stood in its path, simply smashing straight through them, reducing the structures to dust. The force of its rampage was terrifying, demolishing countless civilian homes along the way, crushing any zombies inside into meat paste with a casual collision.

The black-brown bear continued its charge. Another residential wall loomed before it. The creature lowered its massive head and charged toward the barrier. But just as it burst through the blockade, a military knife stabbed savagely toward its head from an oblique angle. However, the knife wasn't sharp enough; it only managed to pierce the lower jawbone before being stopped by the thick flesh. But the wielder’s strength was immense. The person holding the knife wrenched it violently, tearing a huge section of muscle and thick hide from the bear’s face, causing several torrents of blood to spray out.

The black-brown bear instinctively howled in pain. Just as its mouth opened, Zheng Zha launched himself up and brought both feet down hard on the creature’s massive head, kicking the huge black-brown bear nearly ten meters away, crashing it through another wall. Zheng Zha immediately followed, clutching the air cannon and his knife, leaping out after it.