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

Are they all dead?

Before he could even see what the monster looked like, all his teammates were already dead.

The fact that even his own hunting rifle couldn't kill the monster directly was the root of Alin's fear—when his weapon was ineffective against danger.

Fear is a human instinct.

To flee or to continue fighting? A question that wasn't really a question clamored in Alin's mind.

Is he really going to abandon his teammates and run away?

The images of Sister Zhou, Lao Ma, and Ahui flashed through his mind. They were not strangers but his colleagues who had worked with him for more than five years.

Five years is both a long and a short time, but... he is their only hope now.

He is their savior.

This made his hands tremble.

Unsettled, Ah Lin once again dodged around the corner, and with a "crack!" the corner of the wall in front of Ah Lin shattered instantly.

The splattered debris hit his arm.

It was that terrifying red tongue, moving so fast it was impossible to see with the naked eye.

Alin's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to run away, but his body did the opposite. Instinct was faster than thought.

Seeing the gap in the corner of the wall, Alin instantly determined the monster's location.

He darted out and pulled the trigger on the corridor ceiling.

Amidst the strange "cooing" sound, something fell from the ceiling.

Alin's gaze was fixed on that spot. Although he couldn't see anything, he knew the monster was there.

With a "click," his hand skillfully loaded the bullet into the chamber.

He raised the gun again, aimed it in that direction, and pulled the trigger. A patch of dark green blood appeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the ground trembled violently.

The air distorted slightly as it moved at high speed, and it rushed towards us.

At an extremely terrifying speed.

There was no time to reload, because if they delayed any longer, Alin would run into the monster face-to-face.

Dodge and duck.

Ah Lin slipped behind the wall at the entrance of the stairwell.

Immediately afterwards, a blurry figure crashed into the opposite wall, causing the entire floor to shake.

Alin, carrying the hunting rifle he had planted, aimed it at the blurry figure in front of him and smashed it down.

The butt of the gun unexpectedly struck the chameleon's head with tremendous force.

The butt of the gun slammed into the bony ridge above the chameleon's right eyeball, making Alin's hand go numb.

The chameleon turned its left eye, and the nictitating membrane on the surface of its eyeball opened and closed briefly.

next moment.

Alin's chest was pierced by sharp claws, and he was lifted into the air.

Blood flowed from his chest, and the hunting rifle he held fell limply to the ground.

He stared intently at the monster before him, opening his mouth as if to say something, but instead, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

His lungs were severely damaged, and blood was rushing to his throat.

He knew he was about to die, and that he would ultimately be unable to save his teammates or be their savior.

Old Ma, who was lying on the ground unable to move, slowly opened his eyes; these were his last moments.

He knew he was going to die; this was his last gasp before death. Then he saw the air contort, and a monstrous shape he couldn't make out.

In front of the monster, there was Alin, suspended in mid-air by sharp claws.

Old Ma didn't know what had happened, but he couldn't bear to watch Ah Lin die. He struggled to move his body.

Cough cough, Old Ma coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to raise his arm.

He held a pistol in his hand, aiming it shakily at the chameleon that he couldn't make out.

The prey's mouth was already open, revealing sharp teeth that looked like chrysanthemums.

Old Ma coughed up blood. He wanted to fire, but with his arm so weak, it would be easy for him to hit Zhou Alin if he tried to aim and shoot.

Old Ma looked down at his chest, where a fist-sized hole had pierced through his tactical vest and chest cavity.

He's about to collapse.

With a "bang".

Old Ma still pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed Ah Lin's head and flew into the air, where a ripple suddenly appeared.

Then came the "clucking" sound from the chameleon, this time different from the previous one.

It was urgent and loud.

Old Ma's body fell to one side, his eyes still open as he fell.

He did his best; even on his deathbed, he was thinking of saving Ah Lin.

The claws were pulled from Alin's chest.

Losing his support, Ah Lin fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood continuously.

He saw the gaping mouth, pierced by a bullet, which made Ah Lin want to laugh, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.

He and his teammates were about to die, but giving this monster a good beating before they died wouldn't be a bad deal.

The blurry figure gradually emerged from the air, shaking its head frantically.

The bullet penetrated its mouthpiece, causing a significant impact, even affecting its ability to become invisible.

Arlin finally saw what the monster looked like.

It was a monster that looked just like a toad, but he knew it was no ordinary toad.

Because it was so big, it was no smaller than an adult brown bear.

The skin of the chameleon begins to change color.

It changed from a cold, grayish-white to a pale white.

Then it gradually became exactly the same as the wall behind it.

"Damn it! He's not dead yet!" Ah Lin's vision began to blur, and the whole world began to darken.

"Splash!"

A piercing sound of glass shattering rang out.

Alin's mind cleared, and he saw shattered glass shards flying everywhere, shimmering like tiny specks of light in the sunlight.

Within those points of light.

A lithe figure burst through a window outside the building, his bald head gleaming in the sunlight.

Is that an angel? No, she's a vengeful angel!

Two menacing longswords slashed down at the empty space, and the ridiculous bald head seemed to glow for a moment.

It's...that woman!

Lin You was already hanging on the wall outside the fourth floor, with a rope simply wrapped around her waist.

He pressed himself against the outer wall above the window, holding Charlene's makeup mirror in his hand, using the reflection to observe the battle in the corridor.

These four people are extremely powerful fighters.

Even when faced with the chameleon toad, they fought to the last man and almost killed the terrifying beast.

If that last shot had been slightly off-target, it would have hit the chameleon's brainstem directly.

They really did win.

The chameleon squatted in place, its limbs hooked into the ground, its throat sac slowly inflating but seemingly injured, unable to swell up.

The chameleon's body gradually changed color, allowing it to disappear once again into the corridor wall.

Strike while the iron is hot, now is the time!

Without hesitation, Lin You tightened her grip on the rope, then suddenly stomped against the wall and shot far away outside the building.

Once at the top, they were pulled by the rope and slammed down towards the outer wall.

Lin You loosened her grip slightly, and her body slid down to the ground due to inertia, crashing into the window on the third floor.

With a "whoosh".

He drew two mantis knives from the knife box on his back, and with a flick of his left hand, the rope snapped.

He crashed into the glass and shattered it.

With a loud "whoosh," Lin You's right hand, wielding a mantis knife, was already aimed at the cloaked hunting frog that had gone invisible.

Broken glass scattered everywhere, and Lin You's forehead was cut by the shards.

Blood from her forehead blurred Lin You's left eye, filling her vision with red.

The whole world turned blood red.

The entire weight of the body pressed down on the blade, its serrated edges slicing diagonally into the gap between the frog's nape and skull. One cut, piercing through scales, through muscle, through spine.

It was firmly nailed to the wall.

Lin You let out a muffled groan as the hilt of the knife struck her, sending a shiver through her body.

He kicked out and hit the hunting frog.

Using the force of the kick, Lin You flipped over and landed on the ground.

With one last gurgle, the hunting frog's throat pouch released its tongue weakly, which grazed Lin You's tumbling body as it hit the wall before drooping limply on the corridor floor.

The chameleon was hanging on the wall, trying to break free.

The serrated mantis blades tore through its muscles and bones, leaving it only able to struggle desperately.

Without the surprise of stealth and the speed of tongue flicking, he was pinned to the wall.

The chameleon hunting frog is now just a dead fish on the chopping board.

Lin You let out a heavy sigh. She looked down at the four people lying on the ground, then looked up at the stairwell.

Mu Xue jumped down from the corner of the fourth-floor staircase, clutching a shotgun.

Wang Tao and Qin Ying leaned out from the fourth floor and looked down.

Lin You sheathed the mantis knife back into its sheath and turned to walk down the corridor.

We stopped at Sister Zhou's spot.

He pulled a pistol from Sister Zhou's waist.