Looking at the monster before him, Fang Zheng felt that this world was going further and further off the rails.
He could understand monsters mutated by T-Virus infection.
He could also accept dinosaurs created through DNA extraction and cloning.
But what the hell was this mouse that could shoot fireballs?!
Wasn't this supposed to be a scientific biohazard world? How had it suddenly turned into fantasy? There were even Demon Beasts now?
Although his mind was a complete mess, Fang Zheng's hands did not stop moving. He raised his Magnum and blew the heads off all those mutant rats with several shots. It had to be said that Magnums were the very model of violent aesthetics. A .50-caliber handgun just felt satisfying to fire. Unlike AYA—watching her use that little pistol of hers like a water gun, firing a few pew pew shots at the mutant rats, and the rats acted as if nothing had happened.
AYA seemed to have gotten genuinely angry afterward. Fang Zheng watched her toss aside her gun, then pull out a baton from who knew where and bring it crashing down on the mutant rat's head—this was not one of those future riot-control rubber batons. With one blow, she smashed the mutant rat's skull open and splattered its brains everywhere, killing it instantly.
"Phew..."
After taking care of the mutant rats around her, AYA let out a breath and stood up. At that moment, Fang Zheng's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up, held it to his ear, and immediately heard Ling's voice.
"Big Brother, this is bad! Something happened!"
"What is it?"
"Something huge happened outside! A whole bunch of Demon Beasts suddenly appeared out of nowhere and are attacking people in the streets!"
"Demon Beasts?"
Hearing Ling's report, Fang Zheng glanced at the