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"You're looking for fucking death." I understood Jack's intention instantly. I don’t believe that Fatty couldn’t react, but he still cursed without thinking. Just like the two superpowers during the Cold War, no matter whether it is right or wrong, what one supports is bound to be opposed by the other. Fortunately, Fatty's opposition is only verbal and has no practical actions. And the next moment, we all realized that our original escape route no longer existed. The wind was blowing towards us from three sides. At the same time, the white water wave that originally flowed in the same direction as the Underground River changed its shape at this moment. Perhaps it has long since deformed, or it was not originally approaching us in a straight line as we expected. It's just that the part we can see within the Flashlight circle is a straight line. At present, it is surrounding us in a shape, and it is constantly shrinking towards the only exit on the other side. Our ship is surrounded by them, and no matter which way we run, we will encounter them head-on, including through the gap. Tang Yumo's reaction was no slower than mine. Our Paddle※ was inserted into the water almost at the same time. I'm glad that I just discussed with Tang Yumo how to cooperate when the boat turns around. The two of us only used three oars to complete the 90-degree U-turn of the boat. Fatty did not participate in the U-turn. In fact, even if he helped, it would probably be a disservice. But after the boat completed its U-turn, Fatty's effect became obvious. He accelerated the boat from standstill to sprinting with just two oars. Of course, he was deeply hurt by the irritating substances in the Underground River water. This time he was careful not to pour the river water on me and Tang Yumo. While the ship accelerated smoothly, the 16 automatic rifle in Jack's hand once again spurted out tongues of flame. This time the bullets continued to spray into the Underground River, targeting the surging Piranha. A piece of fish with a swollen belly quickly floated in front of the boat, and the river water instantly turned bloody red. I have said that Piranha is a bloodthirsty animal, and Blood Smell will make them crazy and make them forget their fear and pain. Underground RiverThe irritating substances in the water can drive them away. It's bound to hurt them, just like it hurt Fatty. But now, they are going crazy! Countless Piranha gathered towards this bloody area, from all around, from underwater, from invisible and unimaginable places. In a moment, the number of Piranha in this water area exceeded a certain threshold, exceeding the amount that allows them to attack any prey without fear. They first bit and devoured the dead Piranha corpse. I saw a Piranha that was shot. When its belly turned up, it quickly flew out of the Pavement under the crowd of many Piranhas. And the moment it left Pavement, all that was left was a head with a hard jawbone and a double row of comb-like fish bones connected to the head. Even its eyeballs were eaten.
However, as more and more Piranhas gathered, the corpses of the dead Piranhas became a rare commodity. They began to attack their injured kin. Any Piranha with a wound had no chance of survival; after swimming through a mass of Piranhas, only bones remained. Even the spiny fish bones were still twitching.
Jack's M16 rifle continuously provided them with food. In that moment, he resembled a grim reaper, bringing death and madness to this group of Piranhas.
If the divine wishes to destroy, it must first drive them mad. I now understood that this god must be the god of death.
The scene before me sent chills down my spine. Clearly, Tang Yumo could no longer bear it; I heard her throat emit a hiccuping sound. Her rowing frequency and strength had noticeably weakened. I was not much better off; I felt an overwhelming fatigue deep within me, as if I were witnessing a hellish scene.
"Don't slow down, push through!"
Amidst the gunfire, Jack's roar echoed like that of a wild beast.
I instinctively glanced at Tang Yumo and found her looking back at me. My face must have been ashen; even if I tried to force a smile, not a trace would emerge. Tang Yumo's face was pale as paper, her eyes devoid of life. Her bangs and side hair clung to her face, dark as ink and white as snow; I saw no beauty in her appearance, only despair and hopelessness.
I expressionlessly nodded and gave her an affirming look. Yes, we had to push through unless we wanted to linger in this hell.
The boat glided over the dense school of Piranhas on the river's surface as if it were aground. Our paddles were not cutting through water but solid masses of fish. Fatty's shouts and curses never ceased; if curses could kill fish, this place would have been cleared out by him already. However, Fatty was not idle; thanks to his strength, we managed to row over the fish's backs. Without him, Tang Yumo and I would have struggled immensely.
What a bloodthirsty bunch! The frenzied Piranhas spared nothing; with every stroke of the paddle, several mad Piranhas were sent flying. Some even bit onto the paddles, refusing to let go. In moments, my paddle was gnawed into several jagged holes.
At the bow of the boat, Jack knelt on one leg to shoot. At the front of the vessel, crazed Piranhas leaped out from the pavement onto the deck. Some Piranhas bit into Jack's legs and backside, writhing their plump bodies desperately yet unwilling to release their grip. Blood gushed from his wounds.
I observed that Jack possessed an admirable quality: calmness. His calmness was perhaps only a hair's breadth away from coldness; at this moment, his calm had turned into cruelty. The fish biting into him tore away his flesh while blood flowed like a stream. None of this seemed to affect Jack; there wasn't even a hint of hesitation visible—only his brows furrowed slightly.
Jack's gunfire never ceased; however, his aim shifted from the bow to the sides of the boat. Bullets poured mercilessly into the school of fish, driving them into further frenzy and turning the river into a bloody mess—the boat felt as though it was sailing through a sea of blood.
When Jack aimed towards the stern of the boat, I knew we had passed through the most dangerous stretch. As long as we rowed forward for a bit longer, the potent irritants in the water would help us fend off these bloodthirsty beasts.
The wind on the pavement grew more intense, but at that moment, it had started to blow chaotically. The instigator of the wind could no longer contain itself; I sensed that familiar noise. Yes, the damned Giant Bat was ready to take matters into its own hands.
I still couldn't figure out what the Giant Bat's purpose was in driving the Piranhas and forcing us toward the other side of the Underground River, but one thing was clear: it had not achieved its goal.
The chaotic noise was closing in on us. I was so familiar with that sound that I could even pinpoint their location by ear.
Clearly, I wasn't the only one familiar with the Giant Bat; Tang Yumo and Jack were also looking in the same direction. The direction we had rushed from was where the Giant Bat was flying toward us.
I continued to stare in that direction when suddenly, the gunfire ceased.
"Throw it higher, as high as you can," Jack instructed as he tossed something to Fatty, pointing in a specific direction.
Fatty looked at Jack with a grin and said, "You're a devil."
(To Be Continued...)
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