Qiao Xuejun whispered, "The patrol will come."
She was waiting for rescue. But why didn't Zhao Xian come yet? It was already dinner time.
"Speaking of which, why haven't the third brother and the others come back yet?"
As the women carried the dishes to wash, they mentioned the people who were still outside collecting supplies.
They were outside trying to find a way to cut up the sea monster's body and bring it home. Black Cotton-padded Jacket said he would be back in two hours, but now two hours have passed and they have even had dinner, but he still hasn't come back.
The man in the black cotton jacket frowned and said uneasily, "Maybe the sea monster is too big, so it takes some effort."
They were busy returning home and didn't see the state of the sea monster. They only knew it was dying. After returning home, they thought they could collect the body and maybe get some fat to make blue oil. This rare thing can be taken to the market to exchange for other things.
Some people wondered: "Will the sea monster eat them?"
Could it be that the sea monster was not dead and swallowed up their past relatives?
After this question was asked, the room fell silent.
It was not a good sign that he did not go home when he was supposed to. Several men in his family had died before, all of them died while out, fighting for supplies with other survivors, or because they encountered sea monsters head-on.
To be on the safe side, they probably shouldn't be so greedy and collect the bodies. But there are too many people in the family, so they have no choice.
Qiao Xuejun frowned: "Not likely."
Zhao Xian's shooting was fast and accurate. She fired dozens of shots at the sea monster's fatal parts, shattering its internal organs. She and Xun Muqing also made many finishing blows along the way. It was impossible for a sea monster to survive with that amount of bleeding.
The man in the black cotton jacket was a little annoyed: "Why do you say that? How did you fight with that sea monster? Was the sea monster fatally injured? Or... temporarily exhausted?"
Qiao Xuejun was very sure: "It lost a lot of blood. There were also gunshot wounds, and its heart was broken. It is impossible for it to survive."
The man in black cotton jacket questioned: "Gunshot wound? Just because of your gun that was soaked with water?"
Xun Muqing listened for a long time, and seeing that the man in the black cotton jacket was arguing with Teacher Qiao, he couldn't help but interrupt and said, "And there are guns in our patrol team!"
The man in the black cotton jacket sneered, "Humph, what about the patrol team? You're not going to say you're from the First Base? Is this the only immature rhetoric you've got? If you're capable, let your patrol team from the First Base come to rescue you now."
"I advise you to be honest and not try to..."
"Knock knock knock." The door outside rang.
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