Jing Shu squinted at Zhen Nantian, the team leader from the Imperial Capital. She suddenly felt as if the gossipy man’s words had been forcibly stuffed back down his throat. Moreover, she was curious about this Zhen Nantian; he must have sothing special about him, though unfortunately, it wasn’t explained. However, everyone surely has their hidden trump cards and wouldn’t reveal everything at a first eting.
And that na, Zhen Nantian... wasn’t it a bit too imposing and valiant? Despite his average height and small build, the energy he could unleash was extraordinarily powerful.
After Zhen Nantian finished his introduction, Yang Yang, also a team leader, began his. "My codena for this mission is Goat, and I’m the team leader of the Wucheng Team. My role is a special operative and intelligence officer, currently rated A ."
This special operative role was worth pondering. Jing Shu stroked her chin, thinking. After a mont, she realized Yang Yang’s explanation was tantamount to saying nothing at all. So, his ability was A ? What special skill allowed him to reach that level? From the defiant look in Monkey’s eyes, it was clear he wasn’t convinced either. He seed to be wondering how a weakling like Yang Yang could have such a high rating.
"In the future, please call Snake Spirit. My mission role is assassin, and my ability involves using my self-developed poisons, currently rated A. I also have my mutated Little Python, rated B . Therefore, my combined rating is A ." As he spoke, sothing wriggled on Snake Spirit’s neck. Jing Shu had initially thought it was a tie or a scarf, but then the thing suddenly moved. It turned out to be a snake!
Jing Shu knew about the Tai Ban Snake; it ranked seventh among the world’s top ten most venomous creatures. Each bite released enough venom to kill 150 people, and it was typically a large snake. This Little Snake was a mutation? Regardless, its venom was undoubtedly far more potent than that of the Five-step Snakes she was raising.
The muscular man said disdainfully, "Stop being so dramatic. Your self-made poison is just your saliva."
Monkey turned pale upon hearing this and rushed to the restroom to wash his face several tis. This made Snake Spirit roar with laughter, and even Snake Spirit’s own teammates kept their distance from him.
Jing Shu, however, squinted at the snake on Snake Spirit’s neck, her thoughts drifting. Snake at tasted similar to eel—lean, firm, and chewy, without any unpleasant odor, not fishy like fish or gay like duck. Snake at was most delicious when briefly blanched in a clear soup hotpot, and snake skin and bones made a flavorful broth. Having eaten plenty of Five-step Snake, she was curious to try Tai Ban. She wondered if Snake Spirit had cultivated this species extensively. Should she try to get on his good side and ask to sample so other varieties? But seeing how Snake Spirit lovingly caressed his little pet snake like a treasure, Jing Shu wasn’t sure if suggesting stewing or braising it would get her bitten. Sigh, how could she even bring it up? Jing Shu felt a bit wistful.
Then it was the turn of the last mber, the one who had acted as a porter. Bald grinned and rubbed his head. "Everyone can just call Monk. I was expelled from my temple. Fortunately, a discerning benefactor recognized my talents, allowing to go to the United States for this mission and so personal matters. My role is to provide muscle and infiltrate Zhuangyan Temple in the United States. My rating is A."
Next was a shy-looking girl. Jing Shu noticed her bare legs and ultra-short skirt. She was elegantly eating cookies, sporting an adorable, fluffy bob haircut and a short puffer jacket, exuding a playful, cute, yet shy aura.
Comparing the two won from the teams, it was easy to judge who was more stylish based on attire alone. Jing Shu couldn’t help but feel inadequate. She was afraid of the cold, afraid of dying, and had an enormous appetite—she could eat a whole basin of rice in one al... Sigh, they were both won, so why was the difference so vast?
"I-I’m Lingling," the girl said. "In the mission, I’ll be the sniper and provide fire support. I’m currently rated A-. This is my companion, a parrot capable of deep reconnaissance, rated C . So, my combined rating is A." As she spoke, Lingling uncovered a small cage and released the parrot inside. Once freed, the parrot imdiately began flying wildly around the airplane, squawking.
"Silly bird, silly bird, co and get !"
"Spotted a silly mutt, spotted a silly mutt! Silly mutt, co and get !"
"Spotted a bunch of morons! Report: a bunch of morons spotted!" The parrot landed on Lingling’s shoulder, repeating over and over, "A bunch of morons spotted."
Everyone: ...
The fat chicken opened its narrowed eyes, nudged Jing Shu’s feet, then CLUCKED and laid an egg before falling asleep again. Imdiately, Snake Spirit’s strange cry rang out. Pointing at Jing Shu’s chicken, he asked tremulously, "Wh-what is that thing?"
Only then did everyone focus their gazes on Jing Shu. She felt a blush creep across her face. "It’s just a chicken."
"AHH!" Snake Spirit quickly retreated to a corner, utterly terrified. "Wh-why would you bring that thing? Is it your combat pet?"
Snakes are afraid of chickens.
Yang Yang chid in from the side, "She brought it to lay eggs for her nourishnt."
Everyone’s expression turned peculiar. Even Zhen Nantian, who was always expressionless and showed neither joy nor sorrow, sized up Jing Shu with curiosity.
Jing Shu said, "...Actually, this chicken is a fighting chicken. It’s very strong in combat." She was trying to salvage the situation, but seeing their expressions, she knew no one believed her. Fine, all sorts of pets had their uses, except perhaps the fat chicken... But in this apocalypse, whose fat chicken was more valuable? It laid over twenty eggs a day!
However, this also brought Jing Shu so relief. No one was interested in her fat chicken. There were many oddballs here, which ant the chicken was safer; revealing a bit of its ability wouldn’t lead to it being captured for research.
Finally, it was the big guy’s turn. The chair he dragged over looked like a child’s booster seat with him sitting on it.
"Everyone calls Tan Ke. My role in this mission is as the front-line tank and human steamroller. My strength lies in powerful bursts, but my weaknesses are slow reflexes and movent speed. I’m currently rated A. I was originally supposed to wear the exoskeleton cha this ti. Unfortunately, I heard the cha was obtained by the Wucheng Team’s captain, so its assignnt is up to you. I’d like to ask, which mber have you assigned it to? I want to challenge them to see who is more suitable to wear the seventy-kilogram cha. Of course, the cha is yours, and you have the right to decide who ultimately undertakes this important responsibility."
His words were quite provocative, the implication clear: Even if I win the challenge, you can still let your chosen person use the cha, but everyone is watching.
Jing Shu raised an eyebrow. So this is what they an by ’trouble finds you even when you’re not looking for it.’ Is the cha really that popular? Although she liked it too, to be honest, if things got dangerous, she’d rather soone else wear the cha and take the brunt of the enemy fire.
Yang Yang said with a smile, "To tell you the truth, she’s the strongest person I’ve ever seen. Although she hasn’t received any training or learned techniques for using her strength, wearing the cha is genuinely an easy task for her. So, let introduce our team mber: codena Mirror. She possesses Special Healing dicine and will be the one using the cha on this mission. Her roles are Doctor and Assistant, rated B."
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