Chapter 219: Mutant King Rat
One cleaned while one threw. The two of them coordinated as such without talking, quietly clearing the debris away. Unknowingly, Yang Ke’er joined them as well, her speed was a few times faster than the two of them. She did not make a sound either and did not question why.
To her, Zhang Xiao Qiang had always been crafty and sly with regards to manual activity. As long as there were physical activities involved, he would always find a way to avoid them. To see him initiating a physical activity, there had to be a reason. She did not need to know it, but followed him and helped him….. As the pieces of debris were cleared, a deep and hidden tunnel was exposed. Zhang Xiao Qiang pulled up the flattened rat corpses with hopes of finding a bit of w.a.n.g Chong, even if it was a piece of clothing. The longer he took to find something, the bigger the feeling of disappointment.
Zhang Xiao Qiang weakly pulled out all the mashed meat and pelt of the rats, but there was nothing, nothing left. All of w.a.n.g Chong had been disintegrated by the 70mm warhead. Everything or any evidence to show that w.a.n.g Chong had existed were wiped clean. Zhang Xiao Qiang stood up in disappointment, then walked back in.
“Creakkk….” A strange sound beneath his feet attracted Zhang Xiao Qiang’s attention. He moved his legs away, revealing the temple of a black pair of spectacles. The remainder of the spectacles also had a short string attached to it. He bent down and picked it up and realized that the end of the string had been burnt and the string had coiled up with bloodstains.
Zhang Xiao Qiang took out Jing Wei Blade and cut the corner of his shirt off and placed the spectacles’ temple into his pocket. He looked back into the deep tunnel, then turned and walked away.
As he left the perimeters, 10 large trucks stopped steadily on the empty s.p.a.ce in front of the steel doors. Three led the people and loaded up the crates of Type-53 AR and LMGs onto the vehicles. A smaller crane lifted crates of ammunition onto the back of a truck.
Zhang Xiao Qiang looked at the group of people barbequing the rat meat and realized that one of w.a.n.g Le’s subordinate had brought tools and materials and built a few large-scale barbeque stations, on them were many rat torsos less the legs and heads. If it were anyone else, they would not be able to recognize the rat meat and would most probably mistake them for barbequing rabbits.
Suddenly, the men who were clearing the rats shouted something. Zhang Xiao Qiang strode over to them, where a few men were standing on the direct spot where Zhang Xiao Qiang had fired the Type-92 Battalion Gun.
There were more dead rats here than at the wall, piling up into mounds and hills, the countless and numerous dead rat corpses were tangled up together, causing everyone’s skin to turn numb. The original black soil had turned dark red from the immense amount of rat blood.
These men were the newly recruited members of the Combat Team, dressed in uniform WWII U.S military uniforms and old-fashioned leather boots. Their brown boots and originally clean uniforms had been dyed red while holding rebars to flip through the rat corpses, one of them having an obviously shorter one.
Zhang Xiao Qiang stepped on countless rat corpses and blood red soil to reach them. He looked towards the location where they were shouting at, a large pile of rat corpses. The dead rats piled layer over layer on each other with a hole at the side.
A ma.s.sive claw revealed itself from inside. There were four sharp blades to it that were transparent yellow. They had no l.u.s.ter to them, but what made the survivors surprised was that there was actually not a drop of blood on it despite the messy bloodstains on the dead rats around it and it looked extremely clean.
The claws looked like a rat claw magnified multiple times, the four blades of differing lengths, the longest close to 30 cm long and shortest less than 10 cm short. The blades were connected together by a black joint which was almost as thick as the rebars that the team members wielded and looked like bamboos with their short groove joints. The distance between the grooves was short with less than 1mm per groove. Zhang Xiao Qiang stared at the strange joint and thought it looked like Yuchi Gong’s silver whip* in .
Zhang Xiao Qiang noticed that beneath the large claws was a large piece of rebar that was about 7-8 cm. The rebar had been broken apart and the broken end gleamed under the sunlight. Zhang Xiao Qiang looked at the broken rebar in disbelief.
Zhang Xiao Qiang did not say a word. He grabbed a rebar from the member beside him and struck the large claw. In the instant that the rebar struck the claw, the rebar was cut into half as though it was tofu. Zhang Xiao Qiang felt that the rebar was like a bamboo cutting through water and leaving it; After the initial sensation of resistance in the water, the bamboo felt lighter upon getting out of the water.
Looking at the simple-looking claw and the heavy rebar in his hand, Zhang Xiao Qiang immediately got the members to pry all the rat corpses away without a second thought. As the corpses were pushed to the side, a large figure was revealed.
Zhang Xiao Qiang looked at the extremely large rat that was half a meter tall while in a lying position. It was three meters long, causing Zhang Xiao Qiang to be in dumbstruck. It was not only him, but the other members were also stunned as well. One of the older members gasped in surprise: “Holy s.h.i.t, could this be the rat spirit demon in Journey to the West?”
Whether if it was a mutant king rat or it was really a rat spirit demon, it had been reduced to a dead rat. This dead rat’s fur was pitch black that gleamed under the sun. Although it was dead, there was not a bit of blood stain or dirt on it. Looking at its glossy fur, Zhang Xiao Qiang’s heart was stirred.
Zhang Xiao Qiang poured clear water out from his yellow-green military canteen bottle. A clear flow of water fell from it and onto the fur of the rat. It continued to flow down the black fur until a droplet of water dripped from the end of the rat’s fur. The rat fur remained as fluffy and smooth as before.
Zhang Xiao Qiang kept circling around the dead rat. Its body was intact without any wounds. Zhang Xiao Qiang looked a few times but could not find the wound that killed it. He could not even find a small wound, much less a fatal one. Looking at the strange and large rat, Zhang Xiao Qiang drew his Desert Eagle and aimed at its head….He watched as the bullet removed a few hairs of the rat. Zhang Xiao Qiang felt a cold sensation surging from his scalp to the bottom of his feet. The Desert Eagle is able to wound a D2, but it is only able to remove a few hairs off this rat?
When his train of thoughts reached here, Zhang Xiao Qiang recalled back that the porcupines seemed to have received orders and performed the same actions, even when one of them was struck by a bullet, it did not dare to move on its own will. After the powerful offensive, the rats had suddenly exploded into escape without any warnings, could it be because of this rat king?
Looking at its fur that could not be harmed by the Desert Eagle, then at the extremely sharp claws that could cut rebars like tofu, Zhang Xiao Qiang did not dare imagine what would have happened if the rat king had actually appeared and took action by itself. The walls were not strong enough to withstand its claws and be easily destroyed, it could have simply led the a.s.sault, and they would have died countless times then.
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying the rat became. Zhang Xiao Qiang became even more interested in knowing the reason for its death. At long last, Zhang Xiao Qiang realized something strange. By the side of the rat’s large and white teeth, there was a trace of blood that had turned black. Due to it turning black, Zhang Xiao Qiang had overlooked it as fur.
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