You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Seeing that bullets were of no use, the two of them got up from the ground and ran.

Meanwhile, the massive crayfish, having used the momentum of its roll to swiftly adjust its body, chased after them again.

Ratatat—

The sound of popping gunfire rose once more.

The combat team members, having reloaded, had begun firing their guns again.

Far from showing any intention of abandoning their comrades, they were all excited, as if injected with adrenaline, and several even screamed at the top of their lungs.

The first rule of the Combat Department was to never abandon a teammate.

If anyone were found doing so, anyone had the authority to execute the violator on the spot, no matter who they were.

Conversely, those who offered help when a teammate was in danger would receive commendations and rewards from the company's higher-ups after the battle, based on the actual circumstances.

As a result, desertion among combat teams had become a rare occurrence nowadays.

Today would be no exception.

Mutant Beasts were no longer considered anything out of the ordinary.

In the eyes of these combat team members, the mutant crayfish was no different from stray dogs or rats in the alleys, just with a harder skull.

As long as the firepower was strong enough, there was always a chance to break through its defenses.

But the unexpected happened quickly.

The gunfire not only terrified the survivors watching from above; it also directly attracted the attention of the remaining mutant crayfish.

Two of them darted into the water and quickly vanished from sight.

Another, though, headed straight for the team members.

Its head was almost completely pressed against the sandy ground.

The hard shell had almost entirely enveloped the exposed parts of its body.

A barrage of bullets had no effect on reducing the crayfish's speed; if anything, it enraged the beast further, prompting it to crawl even faster towards the team members.

The two crayfish created perfect pincer movement, trapping Ding Zhixiong and his companions in an instant.

Before they could react, the one on the left charged at them.

"Ah, my leg!"

"Damn, I think my arm's broken!"

"Somebody, help me up!"

The sheer force sent several team members flying, who began to wail as they hit the ground.

The other crayfish raised its head and took a bite at Ding Zhixiong.

The sight of its sharp teeth made his skin crawl, and he instinctively aimed his gun at its gaping maw and pulled the trigger viciously!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last three bullets missed!

The maw, now less than twenty centimeters from him, had turned into a mass of flesh!

Yellow-green fluid spewed forth!

A stench hit him in the face!

Gagging—

Ding Zhixiong fought back the urge to vomit and quickly rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the falling corpse.

He had no time to think further and immediately looked to the side to check on his teammates, just in time to see a few people carrying something down from above.

The crayfish, startled by the gunfire, were still ramming around but were soon restrained by the object in these people's hands.

It was a net made of steel wires, connected to a wire at the end.

Crackle—

Sparks danced continuously on it.

The mutant crayfish, more than three meters in length, quickly lost the ability to move, curling up on the ground motionless, as if dead.

Not until a man came down from above and shot it in the face, resembling an alien.

"Heh, this gun packs a punch."

"Not bad."

Zhang Ye raised the barrel of his gun and, imitating a move from a movie, blew on the smoke coming out of it.

"Cough, cough."

"It's just a bit smokier than I thought."

Following closely behind him, Ai Bing saw that the small crawfish had already lost its breath, and only then did she let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed, saying with a smile:

"After all, we're not professionals. It's already quite good that it went off."

"Let them improve the gunpowder," Zhang Ye said.

"It could probably get better."

While the two were speaking, the survivors behind them had all gathered around, marveling at the body of the small crawfish on the ground, but they were quickly driven away by the members of the combat team.

"Hey, what are you all crowding around for?"

"Someone has just died, and you still dare to come and watch?"

"Alright, alright, go back to what you were doing. If you delay the company's business, your supply ration will be deducted, got it?"

After driving away the onlooking survivors, the body of the small crawfish was quickly moved by the company's staff to the courtyard of the hydroelectric power station.

"Thank you, Director Zhang."

"You've saved our lives again just now."

Ding Zhixiong took the opportunity to come forward while Zhang Ye was examining the body.

The ones who had been sent flying looked miserable,

but most of them suffered only minor injuries.

The one with the most serious injuries, who happened to be hit right on the head by the crawfish's head, had a fractured rib.

The aluminum alloy breastplate issued by the company saved his life.

Otherwise, he would have died on the spot.

Zhang Ye was not a fool, how could he not know that this guy was just taking the opportunity to flatter him?

Even without him and that electric net, the Combat Department's team members would at most have been helpless against that Mutant crawfish. They definitely had more than enough room to turn and run away.

As for that electric net, it indeed was his idea.

He was probably accustomed to using electricity to catch zombies.

The moment he laid eyes on those two mutated crawfish, he immediately thought of the times when he was a child, using electricity to fish in ponds, which would always end up zapping a few crayfish, causing them to lose control of their bladders.

Conveniently, there was a hydroelectric power station right next to this place, with several steel wire fishing nets stored in the warehouse.

They were probably for the past workers to play with when they were bored.

So, Zhang Ye decisively called a few zombies from the hydroelectric power station, hauling the fishing nets and electric wires down, and the result was exactly as he expected.

Even with mutations, all creatures are equal before high voltage electricity.

Only those who get shocked would know.

"You don't need to thank me."

"If you hadn't drawn its attention, I wouldn't have been so successful," Zhang Ye responded, then encouraged him a few more words, his gaze quickly falling back on the bodies of the small crawfish in the yard.

Just then, a bold idea suddenly popped into his head.

With such a large size, there must be a lot of meat, right?

I wonder if it's edible?

Let's try!

An hour later.

A bonfire had been lit in the middle of the courtyard.

Ding Zhixiong's metal skewer was turned occasionally, the originally transparent shrimp meat already tinged with a tempting golden brown, as the alluring fragrance diffused into the air.

Everyone who smelled this aroma couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Especially the dirty and disheveled old man in the middle.

He stared unblinkingly at the metal skewer gradually approaching him, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his entire demeanor exuding an almost pathological madness.

The old man had almost not eaten for nearly two days, having consumed only a bit of clear water.

Hunger pains stabbed at his stomach, as if there was a fire burning inside.

"This is for you, eat it," said Ding Zhixiong, and as soon as his words finished, the metal skewer in his hand had already been snatched away, with the old man quickly devouring the shrimp meat completely.

The others on the scene instantly became more vigilant, staring intently at the volunteer.

Especially Zhang Ye, who was encircled in the middle.

He squinted his eyes, observing the old man's behavior closely, with one hand already quietly resting on the pistol at his waist.
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