Soon, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed behind Yan Huan again.
Arlan hurried over with the staff of the Defense Department, his expression solemn:
"Sorry, Mr. Yan Huan, we are late."
"Did you bring flamethrowers?"
"We did." Arlan and all the staff of the Defense Department carried flamethrowers.
This gadget was useless against large Doomsday Beasts, but it was really effective for killing insect eggs.
"All right then, I'll go take care of the big ones, you guys follow behind me to clean up the scene."
Yan Huan grabbed his flyswatter and charged into the depths with a battle cry.
Arlan and the others immediately activated their flamethrowers, the scorching high temperature burning all visible swarm tissue within the cabin.
"Wait, what the hell?! Why is it so hot!!"
From inside a cocoon beneath a desk, a scream suddenly rang out.
Hearing this, Arlan immediately ordered the flamethrowers to stop, stepping forward to peel open the cocoon.
"You—why are you hiding here?"
"Hiding? What hiding?"
The short staff member looked utterly bewildered:
"I was just lying here taking a nap, and you guys roasted me with flamethrowers."
"You guys, you guys...!"
"Workplace exploitation, nailed-on workplace exploitation, damn it!"
"I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police!!"
Arlan: "..."
After some explanation from the Defense Department staff, this staff member finally understood the situation.
"You mean to say that our Space Station has inexplicably suffered a swarm disaster."
"And I, because I was sleeping too soundly during my nap, didn't know a thing?"
"Heh hahahaha~!"
He laughed heartily, walking with his hands behind his back toward the safe zone in a composed manner.
As he walked, his hands slowly lifted, turning the motion into a run.
"Ahahahaha!! Bugs—!!"
"..."
Watching the direction of his escape, Arlan shook his head helplessly, raising