The whole world was happy, and he was happy too.
But it couldn’t be denied that he wanted to be a pioneer, to usher in a new era.
At the sa ti.
Forty miles away.
Under a small hill, there was a tunnel.
The sunset reflected off the entrance.
Ten ters inside the tunnel, there lay a dozen unconscious n and won.
Behind them in the tunnel, sporadic squeaky exchanges could be heard.
At that mont.
From outside the tunnel ca the sound of footsteps on stones, as a man with a small face carried a person inside and placed them among the other people again.
After putting them down, he called into the cave, "Squeak squeak..." (I caught another person, and put them here for now.)
"Squeak squeak..." (Alright, go catch so more.) ca the response from inside the cave.
In their own lair, they didn’t use human language but habitually communicated in their tribal tongue.
anwhile.
As they conversed back and forth, the squeaks echoed around.
In the pile of people, a man in his forties woke up.
’Where is this...? I... am in... a tunnel?’
He was confused and didn’t know what had happened.
Because he was just an ordinary small business owner, running a small fruit shop.
At ho, it wasn’t perfectly happy, but at least he had children, and his wife wasn’t afraid of hard work, rising early and staying late to help him watch the shop.
But just yesterday, after letting his wife go ho to cook and guarding the shop himself, a small-faced custor suddenly walked in.
He was just about to ask what the custor wanted to buy, and then he knew nothing.
Now he woke up in this dark tunnel.
If not for the refracted light in the distance, he wouldn’t have known he was in a tunnel.
Right then.
Rustle—
Footsteps ca from inside the cave, as several naked small-faced n and won walked out from the depths.
Their tails swung rhythmically behind them, occasionally hooking onto walls, like monkeys hanging from branches, swinging toward them.
"Ghost!"
Seeing this sight, the small shop owner was so frightened his face turned pale.
"Hee hee..." Those rat-like creatures saw one of their food waking up and didn’t kill him, but instead looked on mockingly.
It was very much like a cat playing with a mouse, playing them to death before eating.
The small shop owner scread but dared not move rashly, even forgetting to beg for rcy.
But his shout also woke the piled-up n and won gradually.
After a few seconds of confusion, upon seeing the creatures in front of them.
"Monster!"
"Don’t eat ..."
"Run, run away!"
They hurriedly twisted, using both hands and feet to pull away from the cluster and try to run out.
But a strong rat flicked its tail around the wall, swinging in front of them, blocking their way out.
"Want to leave?" The strong rat laughed, its eyes glancing over the crowd towards its kin behind, "These foods want to run? Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
The rats in the back also laughed heartily, entirely in a mocking tone.
One rat eyed a pretty girl, grabbing its crotch, slowly approaching.
They were humanoid and liked beautiful humans.
Rustle...
The girl, seeing the monster approaching, was already scared speechless, instinctively dragging herself to the corner of the wall.
Despair and helplessness spread in everyone’s hearts.
"This food is mine," the rat relished their despair, showing so sharp teeth, "I want to first..."
Bang!
A bullet sounded from outside the cave.
Faster than the sound was the bullet that ca before it, striking the rat’s head, exploding the back of its skull.
Then, bang bang bang!
The continuous gunshots resonated under the hill, as several rats away from the small business owner and others were shot dead.
The night vision ability made Zhang Feng see the dark tunnel as if daylight had arrived.
Bang!
The last explosion wasn’t a gunshot.
Zhang Feng charged into the cave, punching through the strong rat’s chest, its entire spine breaking.
Shaking off the blood on his hands.
Zhang Feng looked at the people staring blankly at him.
They looked at Zhang Feng, unable to see his face, but saw hints of a Train Chief’s uniform, and the warm sunlight behind Zhang Feng.
They also saw another rat outside the cave, the creature that captured them, but it was now shot dead.
"Are you all okay?"
Zhang Feng looked at their dazed expressions,
"I am the chief of the temporary special action team, Zhang Feng. Don’t be afraid, you are safe now, with here, no monsters can hurt you."
"Zhang Feng? Train Chief Zhang..."
"He was reported as a train chief two years ago..."
"We’ve been saved... saved!"
...
Half an hour.
Gunshots inside the cave continued endlessly.
"Nine o’clock position, secure."
"Reporting, Captain Zhang, this is Team Three, secure!"
"Train Chief, Team Ten has occupied the third tunnel."
The continuous reports also reached Zhang Feng’s ears.
After handing the rescued people over to the follow-up troops, Zhang Feng had arrived at the forr ’platform chanism cave.’
In addition, there were twenty-four special team mbers here, guarding the area, and spotlights illuminated it like dayti.
As for the further rat headquarters, Zhang Feng had already swept through it, breaking all necessary limbs, and now the follow-up troops were going in to seize it.
anwhile.
Inside the chanism cave.
Zhang Feng first ca to the chanism boulder, seeing the stone not knocked down, and others entering through side passageways.
This passage was dug by the rats, and it was even more elaborate than one in the Burrow World.
Zhang Feng observed it for a while, then looked at its chanism, indeed more intricate than the Burrow World, using an old-fashioned pulley system.
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