The first two defensive lines in the plaza before the Shopping Center had been breached by the sea of spiders. They surged forward one after another, pushing all the way to the final line of defense.
A defensive line made of police cars.
Because ammunition was running low, the gunfire had become much sparser than before. The Police Chief's face was grim. Time was running out—it was time to reveal their trump card.
At his order, a black officer turned and ran toward the side entrance of the Shopping Center. Before long, he came charging back in a freight truck. He was not planning to run the spiders over; there were more than a dozen gasoline barrels in the truck bed, gathered from inside the Shopping Center.
The black officer drove straight at the spider swarm. After flooring the accelerator, he jumped from the vehicle. A Jumping Spider leaped out of the swarm and pounced on him.
Rat-tat-tat!
A three-round burst from the M4A1 blew the Giant Jumping Spider apart in midair. Sticky fluid splattered all over the black officer, scaring him into scrambling to his feet and sprinting away.
"Nice shooting!"
The Police Chief gave Russell a thumbs-up. There was no time for further chatter. He raised his rifle and aimed at the gasoline barrels on the truck. It was his turn to perform.
The truck drove into the spider swarm, crushing several Giant Spiders before stopping from the resistance. The oncoming spiders failed to notice the danger and swiftly crawled over, burying the truck beneath their bodies.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After several shots, the Police Chief awkwardly lowered his rifle. The gasoline barrels had been pierced, and gasoline poured from the holes, but the expected explosion never came.
Russell pulled out his M9. In the dim light, his