Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

As soon as the bee doctor heard Flint call him, he strode over to meet him, hormone gun in hand.

"Here it comes—let's see which unlucky guy it is!"

He walked up to the flint and looked it over.

"Wow, this guy looks pretty heavy. Put him down, put him down."

Flint bent down and carefully laid Rashid flat on the grass next to the tarmac.

The bee doctor squatted down, his gaze first sweeping over Rashid's pale face, and finally landing on his left arm wrapped in gauze.

He didn't rush to act, but first extended his finger to check Rashid's carotid artery, and then opened his eyelids to look at his pupils.

"Not bad, you're tough!"

The bee doctor muttered something.

"But this arm... ouch, these bite marks... crocodile?"

Flint stood to the side and nodded.

"Yeah, over in Longbow Valley, we were ambushed by a huge guy. By the time I got there, he was almost drained of blood."

The bee doctor clicked his tongue and didn't ask any more questions.

With a push of his thumb, the safety on the hormone gun popped out, the muzzle pressed against Rashid's left arm, and he pulled the trigger.

With a soft "hiss," the medicine was injected into the body through the needle.

Rashid's body trembled slightly, and the redness and swelling around the wound began to subside at a visible speed.

"Alright, let's suppress the infection for now."

The bee doctor stood up and put the hormone gun back into its holster at his waist.

"It'll be stitched up and he'll heal in a while! But this kid has a good constitution, so he should recover faster than most people."

Deep Blue stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Rashid's face for a moment before turning to Flint.

"What's your background?"

Flint remained silent for two seconds before speaking.

"Said's fellow countryman..."

"For him, Said even single-handedly seized Dam Zero, but the medicine he brought back couldn't save him at all."

"I figured...we're short-handed, so I brought them back."

"Said?"

The bee doctor raised an eyebrow.

"So, when we saw him blow up the military camp at Dam Zero, it was just to steal some medicine?"

Flint nodded. "What else?"

Deep Blue and Bee Doctor exchanged a glance but neither spoke.

Gu stepped forward and glanced down at Rashid.

"We're short of people? We're not short of people now—we've selected five people this time."

Flint was taken aback, and none of the others responded.

After a long pause, Deep Blue finally spoke.

"Take him to the medical room first and let the Gu treat his wounds thoroughly. As for whether he stays or goes..."

"Let's see what he decides when he wakes up."

Flint nodded, bent down, and hoisted Rashid back onto his shoulder.

"Okay, whatever you say."

After he had walked away, the bee doctor stretched his neck.

"Well, tonight's welcome dinner will have two more people."

Shen Lan withdrew her gaze and looked at the cafeteria in the distance, where the lights had already been turned on.

"That wounded soldier might not even wake up! Tell the kitchen to prepare two more sets of bowls and chopsticks."

......

8 PM, GTI base cafeteria.

Tonight, it was unusual that Chef Wang wasn't in charge of cooking; instead, the ingredients were prepared and everyone was given the opportunity to cook as they pleased.

Several long tables were joined together to form one large table, with a disposable tablecloth covering the surface, and bowls, chopsticks, cups, and plates already set out.

Two grills were set up in the corner, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly.

Uluru, wearing a pink apron and holding a pair of tongs, was placing a steak on the grill.

"The heat! The heat is the key to grilling meat!" he muttered loudly as he flipped the meat.

"You can't rush it, or it'll burn! You have to wait for it to lock in the juices before flipping it over—see that? That's what you call beautiful patterns!"

Red Wolf squatted next to another grill, holding a brush in his hand, his technique much more refined than Uluru's.

"Your steak is all charred, isn't it?"

"Nonsense! This is called a Maillard reaction, you wouldn't understand!"

"I don't understand... but there's already black smoke coming from under the steak."

Uluru looked down, exclaimed "Ouch!", and hurriedly picked up the steak and flipped it over.

Sure enough, a patch underneath was charred, shiny black.

He scratched the back of his head and chuckled twice.

"This must be ripe!"

At the other end of the large table, Wei Long was squatting next to an electric cooker, with a large copper pot in front of him.

As a native of Sichuan, he is ready to demonstrate his skills in making a hot pot with two separate broths.

At that moment, he had his sleeves rolled up and was draining a basin of washed vegetables into a vegetable basket.

The bee doctor stood beside the stove, holding a kitchen knife, and was chopping garlic.

With each swift movement of the knife, the garlic cloves were transformed into a pile of evenly minced garlic.

"What are you doing?" Gu leaned closer to take a look.

"A condiment dish! I'm worried it won't be spicy enough, so make it extra spicy."

Gu pondered for a moment, then pulled out a bottle of chili sauce from somewhere.

"This is our secret chili sauce, it's very spicy. Put some in my bowl later."

"Wow? You can handle that much spicy food?"

"You can take a look tonight."

The bee doctor didn't ask any more questions and continued adjusting the treatment.

The cafeteria was bustling with activity, but Haizhao and Zhang Zhao stood by the table, looking out of place.

Zhang Zhao held a handful of bamboo skewers in his hand, looked around, and then glanced at the Haunted Claw next to him.

She didn't move her claws. She stood against the wall, her gaze sweeping over the busy figures.

Zhang Zhao finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Why aren't you cooking?"

Hawthorn turned his head and glanced at him.

She wasn't wearing a mask today, so the upward curve of her lips was very obvious.

She didn't say anything, but simply raised her chin towards the stove.

Zhang Zhao followed her gaze and saw the bee doctor retreating from the stove.

The Gu suddenly stopped moving and looked up at the terrifying claw.

Almost simultaneously, their gazes fell upon Zhang Zhao and Hai Zhao.

"...No." Gu spoke first.

The bee doctor swallowed hard, put the dipping sauce bowl on the table, turned around and left, walking much faster than before.

"Xiaowen, sit down and rest! There are cold dishes and steamed buns over there; you can eat while sitting down!"

Haizhao stood still, turning his head to face Zhang Zhao, the smile still lingering on his lips.

Zhang Zhao was taken aback. "...Why?"

Haunted Claw glanced at him.

"Last time we had a get-together, they asked me to cook."

"and then?"

"The kitchen exploded..."

These four words floated lightly in the air, but their effect was comparable to a flashbang exploding there, blinding everyone.

Zhang Zhao opened his mouth, turned his head to look at the stove, and subconsciously asked a question.

"Did it really explode?"

"The range hood exploded, the bottom of the pot burned through, and the stove cracked."

The bee doctor looked very serious.

"It took us three days to clean the grease off the walls."

Gu nodded in agreement.

"So from then on, the kitchen was off-limits to the Claw! No one was allowed to touch the stove, the pots, or the knives!"

Haizhua listened to the two of them adding their own comments without interrupting or refuting them.

Only after the two finished speaking did she turn her head and look at Zhang Zhao.

"Hey—that's what word-of-mouth is!"