If you were made a mascot, you would become a legend in the police force.

Stepping through the muddy, carcass-covered tunnel, the view suddenly opened up. But when they saw what lay before them, everyone's scalp tingled, and their trypophobia instantly kicked in.

This is an abandoned subway reserved platform.

Beneath the massive concrete dome, where railway tracks should have been laid, a "rat industrial revolution" is now underway.

Tens of thousands of mutated gray rats are working like "996" assembly line workers on a high-energy "chicken-injected" schedule, so busy they don't have time to rest.

Some were frantically gnawing at cables stolen from the ground, their teeth spitting out copper wires with sparks flying; others were in groups of three or five, chanting as they carried manhole covers and steel bars; still others were secreting that disgusting grayish-white viscous liquid while gluing together layers of scrap metal.

A massive, honeycomb-like metal fortress had taken up half the platform, its dark entrance resembling a gaping maw ready to devour everything.

"Is this...is this some kind of fortress construction?" Zhao Gang's gun trembled slightly; his worldview shattered. "Is this some kind of infrastructure-building maniac version of a rat?"

"They understand structural engineering." Lin Wan's face was pale, but she forced herself to remain calm and analyze, "With the combination of slime and metal reinforcement, this level of strength means that unless we bring in anti-tank missiles, our demolition team simply can't blow it up."

She pointed to the dark red halo in the center of the nest: "And look, the heat response inside is extremely high, like it's incubating something incredible."

Just when the atmosphere reached its most tense point.

"Gurgle—!!!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoed through the empty platform, even drowning out the sound of thousands of rats grinding their teeth.

All the SWAT officers instantly raised their guns and turned around, thinking that the BOSS in the lair had come out.

When he turned around, he discovered that the source of the sound was actually Li Tuantuan's belly.

At this moment, Li Tuantuan was leaning against a concrete support pillar, her signature dark circles staring intently into the distance.

On the ground, there was a thick high-voltage cable, half-eaten by rats, its golden copper core exposed to the air, gleaming alluringly in this dim underground world.

To humans, it is an industrial material.

But in Li Tuantuan's eyes now, that wasn't copper at all. It was clearly a giant fried dough stick that had just come out of the pot, covered in sugar frosting, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!

You can even smell a faint, sweet metallic scent after it has been infused with spiritual energy.

The intense battles of the past, coupled with the side effects of absorbing spirit stones, had left his body in a severely depleted "low-energy mode." Every cell was screaming: I need energy!

"Hungry……"

Li Tuantuan's mind is now completely occupied with nothing but "eating".

If not now, when?

He uncontrollably took two steps forward, stretched out his furry paws, and was about to grab the "dream cable".

"Brother! You mustn't!"

Coal Ball, terrified, bristled like a sea urchin, flapping its wings and flying in front of Li Tuantuan to block her view. Its hoarse voice screamed at the top of its lungs, "That's State Grid's property! It's public property! You'll be punished if you eat it! Have you forgotten your pension? Have you forgotten your 24/7 air-conditioned room?"

The word "organization" is like a bucket of ice water poured over someone's head.

Li Tuantuan's previously green eyes instantly became more alert.

Damn it! I almost made a fundamental mistake!

I am a righteous police officer, a panda within the system, and I cannot lead the way in sabotaging power facilities! This is my bottom line!

He shook his head painfully, forcing his gaze away from the tempting cable, tears welling up in his eyes: Hold on! Li Tuantuan, you must hold on! That's a cable; eating it will cause indigestion and constipation. Don't let this damned appetite cloud your judgment!

Just as he was struggling with this dilemma, the rats over there finally discovered these uninvited guests.

Hundreds of sapper rats responsible for carrying the loads instantly dropped what they were doing, let out a piercing scream, and surged forward like a tidal wave.

"Attention all units! Take cover and fire freely!" Zhao Gang roared and opened fire first.

The special police quickly dispersed, using the discarded building materials to establish a defensive line.

A young SWAT officer, due to excessive nervousness, slipped while backing up, let out a scream, and fell directly into a large pit that rats used to pile up waste.

"Help!!"

Dozens of red-eyed rats surged out of the pit in an instant, a dark mass that was about to engulf him.

"Xiao Wang!" Zhao Gang's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to rush over, but he was blocked by the dense wall of rats in front of him.

Li Tuantuan was in the midst of a final, desperate struggle with her appetite when she heard the scream and turned around abruptly.

The young SWAT officer's face was covered in blood from rat bites, and he was waving his arms in despair.

An unnamed rage instantly surged to the top of Li Tuantuan's head.

That was the rage brought on by hunger, and even more so, the instinct to protect one's own—you can't touch my food supplies, and you dare to touch my teammates?!

"Awooo—!!!" (Get lost!)

Li Tuantuan roared, but he didn't rush into the pit.

He turned around and saw a rusty subway maintenance vehicle parked next to him. It was a huge machine made entirely of iron, weighing at least 300 pounds, and the wheels were all rusted shut.

Li Tuantuan strode forward, focused her energy in her dantian, and gripped the chassis of the repair vehicle with both hands, unleashing a burst of core strength from her waist and abdomen.

"rise!"

Amidst the horrified stares of everyone, the heavy repair vehicle was actually lifted above the head of this chubby man in black and white!

At this moment, the Overlord lifts the tripod, his strength uprooting mountains and his spirit overwhelming the world!

Li Tuantuan aimed at the scrap pit, imagining herself as a bowler and the repair truck as a giant bowling ball, and threw it out with all her might.

"Get out of here!"

Whoosh—boom!!!

The repair truck, accompanied by terrifying wind pressure and a whistling sound, precisely crashed into the pit, grazing SWAT officer Xiao Wang's scalp before slamming into the area where the rats were most concentrated.

All hits! Strike!

The enormous impact instantly cleared an area, smashing more than a dozen rats into mincemeat on the spot, while the rest were flung away like kites with broken strings, impossible to pry off.

Taking advantage of the opening, Zhao Gang and his men rushed over like madmen and pulled up the bloodied and mangled Xiao Wang.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Li Tuantuan was panting heavily, supporting himself on his knees. This "panda throw" had exhausted his remaining strength, and his stomach was growling even louder, as if a rock concert was being held inside his belly.

He glanced at the flattened repair truck, and an absurd thought popped into his head: *This discus looks even crisper now that it's flattened; I wonder what it tastes like to bite into it…*

"Tuantuan! Stop spacing out! Let's go!" Lin Wan rushed over and grabbed Li Tuantuan's arm.

Li Tuantuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva that weighed about two ounces, took one last affectionate look at the "metal buffet" scattered on the ground, and turned away with a regretful expression.

Just you wait! You bunch of rats, just you wait!

*After I finish this battle, I'm definitely going to ask the organization to pack up all the scrap metal here and take it with me! I won't eat it, can't I just smell it?!*

The group fought and retreated, heading towards the control room deep inside the subway station. The area was narrow and easily defensible, making it their only chance of survival.

But the rats clearly had no intention of letting go of these "fresh meat" that had come to their doorstep.

At the very back of the swarm, several giant black rats, even larger than the previous "gray rat captain" and exuding a nauseating stench, were slowly approaching with heavy and oppressive steps.