Still hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? I'll just go on a killing spree and looting!

That's Wang Tao.

Ahui instinctively took two steps, raised his gun, aimed at the spot where the dark figure had just flashed, and fired the shotgun with a "whoosh".

The sound wasn't loud, but it was unusually noticeable in the quiet corridor.

Wang Tao upstairs didn't stop.

He threw away the mop handle and made a sharp turn behind the obstacle he had previously identified.

Qin Ying took out the finger bone dagger that Lin You had given him and slashed directly at a rope tied to the handrail.

The rope snapped instantly.

The other end of the rope is connected to an empty iron frame leaning against the handrail.

After the rope was cut, the iron frame began to tilt downwards.

They used this method to kill a monstrous beast, but this time they're using it against people with ill intentions.

Ahui has entered the corridor and will reach the stairwell a short distance ahead.

The corridor was quiet, with broken glass and overturned trash cans scattered on the floor, and several dried and blackened drag marks on the walls.

Ahui frowned, feeling that something was amiss.

They looked around but found nothing unusual; even the sounds coming from upstairs had disappeared.

The entire corridor became unusually quiet.

The silence was unsettling.

The chameleon's skin had turned the grayish-white of the wall, and its whole body looked like a forgotten cement lump in a corner.

Its eyes moved slowly, its left eye locking onto Ahui, while its right eye scanned the three people behind Ahui.

The laryngeal sac began to inflate, once, twice, like a balloon being slowly blown up.

Even so, the four of them still couldn't find the deadly predator.

The metal frame fell from the fourth floor.

It crashed onto the third-floor staircase with a loud bang.

Ahui immediately aimed his shotgun in the opposite direction from which the sound came, where there was an empty metal frame.

"Damn it! There's an ambush!"

Ah Hui charged forward with his shotgun, trying to break into the enemy formation.

He was holding a shotgun, which was extremely powerful at close range.

Then he heard a sound—very faint, like the sound of a wet cloth being torn.

That's the sound of the serrated scales along the edge of a hunting frog's lip rubbing against each other when it opens its mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he heard screams from his companions behind him.

A rapid and desperate scream.

Ahui immediately turned around, aiming his shotgun at the person behind him, before he could even figure out who had made the scream.

A pink object flashed across the corridor and disappeared in an instant.

Before Ahui could even realize what was happening, the chameleon's tongue had already pierced through Old Ma's chest.

The ceramic inserts of the bulletproof vest were pierced through, and the sound of blood spurting from the chest cavity was particularly clear in the narrow corridor.

That hissing sound sent chills down Ahui's spine!

Old Ma looked down at the hole in his chest, his lips moved, and then he fell backward.

Sister Zhou, who was closest to Lao Ma, reacted the fastest.

She grabbed Old Ma's shoulder, pulled his tactical vest backward, and at the same time raised her rifle and fired repeatedly at one side of the corridor.

The bullet struck the wall at the end of the corridor, scattering broken tiles everywhere.

The chameleon was no longer in its original position—it kicked its hind legs, propelling its entire body into the ceiling, its hooked limbs piercing the concrete layer of the ceiling.

The gunfire masked the sound of gunfire and went almost unnoticed by anyone.

Hanging upside down above the three people's heads, the throat sac was re-inflated.

Sister Zhou picked up her M16 and started firing wildly at the wall.

A volley of bullets struck the walls of the corridor, and white wall paint immediately began to fall like snow.

Bullets rained down on the wall as if they were free.

The chameleon perched on the ceiling had its left and right eyes rapidly rotating in different directions.

Then it released the hook, exerted a little force with its hind legs, twisted its body in mid-air, and crashed into Ahui like a boulder falling from the roof.

Ah Lin, who was firing wildly, had no idea that the deadly beast was right above his head.

A muffled "thud" was heard, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

Ahui was knocked to the ground, and the shotgun in his hand flew far away.

The chameleon's weight was close to that of a grizzly bear. When it pressed down on Alin, his vision went black for a moment, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He reached for the pistol at his waist, but just as his fingers touched the holster, the hook of the chameleon's left forelimb pierced his wrist.

The hook of his right forelimb pierced his left shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

Then it opens its mouth, revealing fine, serrated scales along the edge of its lips.

Ah Hui then realized what kind of monster was attacking them.

In Ahui's terrified eyes.

The tongue shot out, piercing Ah Hui's head at point-blank range.

Sister Zhou had already released Lao Ma's shoulder, her eyes wide with fury as she watched her teammate's gruesome death. With a flick of her wrist, flames instantly shot from the muzzle of her M16.

The bullet struck the chameleon's side abdomen; it was a close-range shot.

The rifle bullet pierced the scales, and dark green fluid splattered onto the surrounding snow-white walls, leaving a series of dark green spots.

Sister Zhou has lost her mind.

The chameleon pulled out the hook stuck in Alin's shoulder, leaped to Zhou Jie's side, and swept it horizontally with its backhand.

A strange whooshing sound came from the air.

Sister Zhou's hair stood on end, and she instinctively tilted her head back, miraculously dodging the fatal blow, the hook-like claw grazing her forehead.

A small piece of scalp was shaved off, and blood trickled down her cheek.

But she did not back down and continued to pull the trigger.

Because she knew that if she retreated, Old Ma beside her would be doomed.

When the chameleon frogs launched their attack, Alin, who was covering the rear, hid at the corner of the stairs.

Only now did he see the chameleon's blurry body. He darted out from the corner of the stairs where it had been hiding, his shotgun aimed directly at the blurry, strange figure.

With a "bang".

A sharp, slender bullet shot out of the barrel, spinning as it hurtled toward the chameleon.

A green line of blood flashed across the field of vision, followed by a strange "coo coo coo" sound.

That strange cry contained boundless anger.

Arlin turned around and hid behind the wall at the corner, pulled the bolt, and chambered another round.

Dark green blood splattered all over Sister Zhou's face, but she didn't care anymore, as her rifle was already out of bullets.

Sister Zhou knew she had no chance to reload, because in those two or three seconds, she would be killed many times over.

Sister Zhou leaped from the side of the chameleon and, in the midst of the tumble, grabbed the shotgun from the ground.

The chameleon was instantly caught in a pincer attack.

There was still some distance to the corner of the stairs ahead, and under his feet was Old Ma, who was half dead, while behind him was Sister Zhou, who was very close.

In this situation, the chameleon didn't hesitate to turn around and pounce on Sister Zhou again.

With a ferocious expression on her face, Sister Zhou slightly shifted her position and instantly opened fire with the shotgun in her hand.

"Boom!"

The shotgun roared repeatedly, striking the chameleon frog's body at close range.

"Guguga"

After a muffled and strange sound, Sister Zhou saw something pink rushing towards his chest.

Sister Zhou's pupils contracted instantly, and the shotgun in her hand was still spitting out deadly muzzle flash.

But nothing could stop that tongue from growing larger and larger in front of my eyes!

too fast!

"Pfft!" The tongue pierced through Sister Zhou's chest, and she staggered from the force of the piercing.

Just then, Alin reappeared, and the shotgun roared once more.

The long bullet struck the chameleon frog directly in the back of the head, bursting out of its left eye with dark green blood and some strange things.

With a flick of her tongue, Sister Zhou slammed into the wall.

Everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

In a short period of time, three of the four people had died or been injured, leaving only Alin, who was covering the rear.

Alin pulled the bolt to chamber another round and aimed.

Everything was quiet in sight; the monster was nowhere to be seen, and his teammates were lying on the ground.

An extremely frightened feeling spread through my heart.