The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Just then, a series of hurried and orderly footsteps came from downstairs.

A group of soldiers dressed in gray-black official uniforms advanced rapidly from the main gate of the residential area in two columns, carrying automatic rifles.

The lead official soldier quickly scanned the scene of the incident.

The ground was littered with broken internal organs.

The charred, rotten flesh and thick, dark brown blood were mixed together, covering a large area of ​​the open ground.

Sudden.

He looked up and met the eyes of the mouse tail juice.

However, he only glanced at it before looking away.

With a wave of his hand, all the fully armed soldiers began to systematically clean up the filth on the ground and disinfect the area.

On the beam outside the fourth-floor window.

The crimson feathers on Little Tyrant's neck instantly stood on end.

The uninvited guests below are snatching its spoils right in front of it.

Two dark golden claws dug forcefully at the cement tabletop.

Stone chips flew everywhere.

The red light on the wings began to flow again.

Little Tyrant arched his back, tilted his neck forward, and was about to swoop down at the two soldiers downstairs who were packing bags.

"return."

Suddenly, half of the mouse's tail protruded out.

He stretched his right hand out of the window and waved twice.

The little tyrant tilted his head, looked down at the plastic bag downstairs, and then looked up at its owner.

The fluffy feathers slowly adhered to the body's surface.

The two sharp claws were retracted with great reluctance.

With a flap of its wings, it transformed into a red shadow and flew towards the fourth-floor window.

"stop!"

Just as Little Tyrant was about to fly back into the house, Mouse Tail Juice quickly shouted out.

In mid-air, the red shadow suddenly braked sharply.

It looked at its master with a puzzled expression.

Looking at the little tyrant covered in blood, Mouse Tail Juice's eyelids twitched wildly.

"Wait for me a moment."

After saying that, Mouse Tail Juice added, "Remember! You are absolutely not allowed to enter the house without my permission!"

Mouse Tail Juice turned and left, and soon she returned carrying a large red plastic basin with a diameter of about half a meter.

Simply wed the bottom of the basin onto the iron frame of the security window.

"It falls directly into the basin."

"Be careful! Remember! Don't shake your feathers, and keep your claws tucked in."

The viewers in the live stream were discussing the battle, but when they saw the red plastic basin, they instantly perked up.

I think I know what the streamer is going to do.

[Warning: The darkest hour for those with obsessive-compulsive disorder about to begin!]

The little tyrant hovered half a meter outside the window.

She let out a pitiful cry.

But when faced with the fierce look in Haoziweizhi's eyes, he instantly gave in.

The little tyrant carefully gripped the edge of the red plastic basin with its two paws.

Move it in little by little.

Until the entire bird was completely crouched at the bottom of the red basin.

Immediately, Haoziwei picked up both ends of the basin and headed straight for the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

He kicked open the half-closed bathroom door.

They threw the red basin, along with the bird inside, directly into the white ceramic bathtub.

He grabbed the showerhead from the wall.

Turn the switch to the maximum.

Warm water jets sprayed directly onto Little Tyrant's crimson feathers.

The little tyrant stumbled as the water washed over him.

It was just about to spread its wings and shake off the water.

A hand wearing a thick pink rubber glove pressed down directly on its head.

In his other hand he held a stiff-bristled, long-handled brush.

Swish, swish—! !

The stiff-bristled brush was frantically rubbing back and forth on the dark gold claws.

A large amount of dark brown sewage swirled away through the drain hole at the bottom of the bathtub.

The chat in the live stream was completely overwhelmed.

Haha, how did Little Tyrant end up with such a germaphobic owner? I wonder if it ever secretly sheds tears in the middle of the night.

The little tyrant was completely bewildered; he was taking three baths a day.

Am I the only one who sympathizes with the streamer? Having such a dirty pet is truly despairing.

[Little Tyrant is indeed strong, but it's also true that it doesn't like to keep things clean.]

It could easily spit fireballs to burn those zombies to death, but it prefers to violently tear them apart.

Even through the screen, I could feel the despair the streamer felt when they saw that scene.

Am I the only one who remembers how lively the streamer was when they first started broadcasting?

[Haha, now that you mention it, I just remembered, why isn't the streamer talking anymore? Is he just naturally quiet?]

Mouse Tail Juice stared at the black water that was still flowing out of the bathtub.

My stomach was contracting and spasming in waves.

As soon as you open your mouth, the stench of rotting flesh and charcoal will rise up your esophagus.

"I'll just throw this brush away after I'm done using it!"

"And that red basin can't be kept either!"

"And this bathtub... never mind, I'm never taking a bath again..."

A while later.

Dang dang dang.

Three dull knocks came from the outside security door.

The force wasn't strong, but it was enough for the person inside to hear clearly.

Looking at the now-dry Little Tyrant, Mouse Tail Juice said coldly, "Dry it yourself."

"And another thing, if you dare to make it dirty again, you're dead!"

As she spoke, Mouse Tail Juice ripped off her pink rubber gloves and slammed them heavily onto the sink.

I walked a few steps to the entrance hall.

The right eye is placed on the cat's eye.

Standing outside the door was the short-haired official soldier who had just led the team clearing the wreckage downstairs.

After confirming who the other party was, Haoziweizhi opened the door.

The captain immediately straightened his back.

He raised his right hand, which was covered by a tactical glove, and gave a perfectly standard salute.

"Comrade."

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

"There's something we need to discuss with you."

"The zombie corpses you killed will be collected and disposed of."

"Then it will be transported to the processing plant at the base to be made into animal food that is easy to carry and easier to feed."

"At that time, you will be able to own one-third of the total amount of this animal feed."

Mouse Tail Juice's left hand was still on the doorknob, showing no intention of fully opening the door.

However, he glanced at the doorway and saw that the bloodstains outside had been completely cleaned up.

This did cheer her up a bit.

However, she hadn't spoken yet.

The live stream chat exploded.

No, you want two-thirds of it right off the bat!

[This was killed by the streamer herself, so it should all belong to her.]

This is outrageous! Even robbery isn't this blatant.

[I also think this is too corrupt. Isn't this abuse of power for personal gain? Is this really the official decision? I just can't believe it.]

[Don't agree to his request! Make them return the meat!]

However, the sentiment in the comments section quickly shifted to a new group of people.

Are you kidding me? I think I can totally accept these conditions! Seriously, I'm not joking.

[So what if you killed the zombies? Isn't the time of the official soldiers valuable?]

[Official soldiers risked being ambushed downstairs to collect the waste, which then had to be transported, preserved, and further processed into easily stored animal feed.]

Don't forget, they also did all the disgusting cleaning work, so it's reasonable for them to take two-thirds of the credit.

Two-thirds is a bit much, but if you put it that way, it's not entirely unacceptable.

Those people are really talking without understanding the situation. If there's no official cleanup, these corpses would be infested with maggots and plague within half a day if left out in the sun. Who knows if those maggots that grow up eating zombie flesh might also be infectious?

Don't forget, there are also stray animals outside. What if they eat meat contaminated with viruses?

I don't want to go for a walk in the future and find the streets littered with stinking corpses and flies.

Now that you mention it, I think I can accept it. It's a business with no initial investment anyway; giving it away is better than letting it rot outside.

The moment these comments appeared, the atmosphere in the live stream instantly shifted.

Just at this time.

A bold bullet screen with colorful special effects exploded directly in the center of the screen.

It completely occupies the core display area.

[Host! Host! Are you selling pet food? We buy it back at high prices!]

This statement ignited the interest of the wealthy viewers who were lurking in the live stream.

[Buying animal feed for 300 yuan per jin! I'll take as much as you have! Official channels are acceptable!]

【300 yuan? Are you trying to fool a beggar? That's officially processed, finished animal feed! I'll offer 500!】

[I'm buying this whole batch of meat! All of it! Streamer, check your private messages! We can discuss the price!]

Although I haven't received the animal food yet, many people have already rushed to buy it.

But there is another small group of people.

Before they became monsters, those monsters were also human; they had families. Why should their corpses belong to the killer?

However, such remarks were quickly overshadowed by other news and did not cause any stir.

Mouse Tail Juice stared at the constantly changing and overlapping numbers on the screen without saying a word.

The captain took out a black tablet, and the metal pen tip lit up the screen.

He passed the tablet through the crack in the door.

"After you sign and confirm that everything is correct, we will deliver your portion of animal feed to your home within three days."