A series of rapid gunshots rang out.
The Special Service Bureau officers who rushed to the scene immediately launched an attack on the lizard monster. The powerful disintegration bullets turned the creature into a sieve in no time—monsters with physical bodies are easier to deal with; no matter how fierce or strong they seem, as long as you can make them bleed with a round, you can kill them.
With a final dying roar, the monster staggered two steps before instantly turning into a pile of crumbling gray-white rocks, debris scattering and blowing away with the wind.
At this moment, a mass-produced puppet had already rushed in front of Zheng Zhi, looking up: "Nephew, are you alright? What just happened to you? So when you usually say your great-grandmother is always nearby, you're not exaggerating?"
