A 20-meter-long trawler sails on the water, and in the sound of rain, a large number of mutated crabs crash onto the deck.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The man fires several shots, the muzzle flash briefly lighting up in the rain before quickly quieting down.
Streams of rainwater slide down the raincoat and into the gun barrel, the man working the slide with a clicking sound.
But the jammed shell stubbornly refuses to come out.
"Damn it! Boss, we can't hold it!"
The mutated crab adjusts its stance, facing him sideways. With a slight tap of its claw on the deck, its body the size of a washbasin flies toward his face with an eerie grace.
"Bang!"
The man throws his handgun, it hits the crab's shell and shatters into a pile of parts.
After mutation, these crabs' shells are even harder, like sheets of steel, even 9mm bullets glance off, and throwing the handgun is just a temporary delay.
"Useless."
Just as he's about to be overwhelmed by the crabs, Zhang Min walks out from the cabin.
