Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 487 Old Medals

These micro-missiles do not explode, but they have a more terrifying effect than an explosion—after they penetrate the bodies of the monster soldiers, they quickly turn into thousands of metal shot that burst out in all directions!
Not only were the monster soldiers hit by the miniature missiles torn to pieces, but even those monster soldiers closer to them were caught in the crossfire. The sudden burst of shrapnel was simply unavoidable—caught off guard, dozens more monster soldiers were reduced to mincemeat.

"Does this count as Yan Yu'an killing him?" Wang Xiyi rolled her eyes at Sun Hang. "You've gone too far."

"It's not like we're having a competition to kill monsters. I just did a small favor." Sun Hang shrugged.

"You said you didn't need to lift a finger just a second ago, but now you've taken down the most monsters, haven't you?" Wang Xiyi complained. "Just that one move, you took down at least a hundred, right? The rooftops in that area were practically cleared out."

"Hehe." Sun Hang scratched his head. "I just had an itch to do it."

Wang Xiyi: "Then why did you go on stage yourself?"

"Don't rush... these are just small fry. Elite monsters will come out later. We can make our move then," Sun Hang said.

"How do you know there are even stronger monsters?" Wang Xiyi frowned slightly. "I didn't sense anything."

“I guessed.” Sun Hang chuckled. “These monster soldiers are too weak. Apart from their large numbers, in terms of individual combat ability, they are not even as good as the soldiers in a random reconnaissance squad… If the combat power that the Remains of Baikal can offer is only this, then I would find it strange.”

“That’s true…” Wang Xiyi nodded. “So what do you think the strength of an elite monster would be? Like that tank from earlier?”

"I can't say for sure."

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Temporary rendezvous point outside the remains of Baikal.

"Did you hear any gunshots?" The fisherman looked doubtful, sometimes lying on the ground with his face pressed against it, and sometimes running to a spot just a few meters away from the remains of Baikal, turning his body to the side and pointing his ear to the slowly moving streets. "I think I heard several bursts of chaotic gunshots coming from deep within the remains of Baikal... Could it be that Sun Hang and the others encountered some strange creature?"

The fisherman patted the truck door and asked the driver inside, "Hey buddy, did you hear gunshots?"

The driver shook his head: "Could it be the friction sound made by the moving strange structure? You must have misheard."

“There’s no way I could have misheard it, that was gunfire! The sound of moving buildings isn’t like that!” the fisherman said with certainty.

"But I didn't hear anything."

"Did you hear that? Little sister, did you hear the gunshot?" The fisherman turned to look at Xue Yue, who was standing on the open ground, staring expressionlessly at the remains of Baikal.

“I saw anger,” Xue Yue said calmly. “The entire city is engulfed in anger.”

"I told you so... Wait? Didn't you hear gunshots? You saw... what did you see?!"

“Anger,” Xue Yue repeated, “a very strong feeling of anger.”

"Anger? You can see that with your eyes?" The fisherman was slightly taken aback. He looked down and carefully examined Xue Yue's eyes, but after looking for a long time, he couldn't see anything special about them. Instead, he sensed a faint eerie aura emanating from this pretty little girl.

"You're a hunter too? Seeing anger... is that your ability?"

Xue Yue nodded—this was something Sun Hang had instructed her to do. No matter if others asked her whether she was a hunter or a superhuman, she should just accept it. As for her special qualities, she could just explain them as meme abilities or superpowers.

In any case, given the confidentiality level of her file, apart from Sun Hang and the mastermind, no third "person" in the entire Xia State Federation is qualified to view it—even if Lin Lun wanted to view it, he would have to obtain Sun Hang's permission.

"What do you mean by saying the city is angry?" The fisherman's eyes gradually became absurd. "The city you're talking about is... the remains of Baikal?!"

“This is it.” Xue Yue raised her finger and pointed to the strange city not far away.

"The remains of Baikal... it... it has emotions? It can feel anger?" The fisherman's mouth dropped open. "Does that mean this monster has self-awareness? Holy crap, a self-aware Geng-type monster? Wait, can this thing still be considered a Geng-type monster?"

The fisherman suddenly darted to the truck again, pounding on the door: "Dude, this is getting more and more outrageous! We have to contact the camp immediately! No, we should contact the disaster response committee directly!"

Then he looked at Xue Yue and asked seriously, "Little sister, as a hunter, you should have received standard training, right? You should know that what you just said is not something to joke about, right? Can you take responsibility for every word you say?"

Xue Yue looked at the fisherman, feeling slightly nervous.

Sun Hang only told her how to answer when others asked about her identity, but never how to deal with this kind of situation.

She suddenly regretted saying so much... If she had just answered "I didn't hear you," none of this would have happened. But... but... the anger emanating from the depths of the city was truly frightening... Xue Yue then felt that perhaps it would be better to speak out about it.

Thinking of this, she nodded silently.

“But how are you going to report this to your superiors?” The truck driver picked up the microphone from the driver’s seat and looked at the fisherman with a troubled expression. “The remains of Baikal haven’t changed much yet. Just because a little girl says the city is angry… even if she’s a hunter, where is the anger of the remains of Baikal manifested? Are we just going to call the disaster response committee and tell them that the remains of Baikal are angry… even if they believe us, we won’t be able to answer any of their questions.”

"Report the truth first! I believe in this young girl's abilities!" the fisherman said decisively. "As for the changes in the remains of Baikal, we can't sense them only because we're outside right now! Sun Hang and the others must be in big trouble!"

"Okay, I'll contact the disaster response committee right away... Also, should we ask the camp to send reinforcements?"

"Send them!" the fisherman shouted. "Besides the regular troops, have them call all the hunters they can muster! You have no idea how important those people who just went in are! Even if we launch a full-scale attack on the remains of Baikal, we must get them out! Trust me, the Disaster Countermeasures Committee will definitely agree!"

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Meanwhile, inside the remains of Baikal, at some unknown coordinates.

Sun Hang and his men, who the fisherman had described as "encountering big trouble," had already finished their battle. A total of more than 1,300 monster soldiers had been wiped out, and their shattered corpses covered almost the entire street. Mutilated limbs hung from the eaves, and stiff fingers were still tightly gripping weapons that resembled those of the former Siberian Federation.

Sun Hang had already examined several of the monster soldiers' corpses—like the monster tanks, they were also products of the Baikal Remains' "mimicry." These monster soldiers only looked like humans; in reality, they weren't even "living beings."

Sun Hang ripped off the masks covering their faces and was shocked to find that they didn't even have facial features. A bald face stood there, making one doubt that what they were seeing was the back of the monster's head rather than its front.

The examination naturally included dissection. The bodies of the monster soldiers were made of a "material" that was somewhere between dried meat and plant fibers. They had calcified "bones" inside their bodies, but the structure of the bones was very different from that of humans or any known primates. The purpose of these bones seemed to be only to provide support and had nothing to do with the monsters' own mobility.

Sun Hang even discovered fractures in some of the monster soldiers' bodies—these fractures were not caused by the monster soldiers themselves, but rather by the fact that when these monster soldiers moved, their limbs bent, but the internal bones did not have corresponding joints, and were thus forcibly broken.

This reminded Sun Hang of a type of toy called a silicone-coated soldier. The soldier has no internal organs, only a metal skeleton and a "silicone body" wrapped around the metal skeleton. Players can make the soldier pose in different ways by moving the internal metal skeleton, while the soft silicone wrapped around the skeleton gives the body excellent articulation.

These "fractured" monster soldiers are like defective products among rubber-coated soldiers. Their skeletons are missing some joints, or the joints are installed incorrectly and get stuck. When players play with these defective products, they may accidentally break the skeleton in these places by using too much force.

The problem is that the force that makes the rubber-coated soldiers make various poses comes from the player's hands, but these strange soldiers don't have a pair of big hands to keep moving them... So how do they move?
This body, which looks no different from silicone, is obviously incapable of movement. It also lacks the organs that animals should have. Even the weapons in its hands, which at first glance appear to be held in the hands, are actually "grown" from the hands of the monster soldiers only after the fingers are cut off with a knife.

The guns look very similar to the "10mm Kalashnikov rifle" produced by the former Siberian Federation during the Monster Wars, but there are many differences in the details. These guns are as if they were the result of feeding an AI with a picture of a Kalashnikov rifle a dozen times in a row - twisted barrels, bolts integrated with the stock, non-existent triggers, completely solid magazines... It is hard to imagine how bullets are fired from the muzzles of those "model guns".

Sun Hang severed the wrist of a strange soldier, picked up the "gun," and tried to pull the trigger, only to find that it was completely fixed in place. He then turned the rifle around and looked inside the muzzle—"Good heavens, this barrel is clearly a solid steel bar."

"Doesn't this thing look like those toy guns sold online? Whenever a gun appears in a picture, they always add a disclaimer like 'Non-proportional model, no firing function.'" Sun Hang tossed the "gun" in his hand to Wang Xiyi. "This thing certainly doesn't look like it can fire, but who would have thought that all these bullet holes on the ground were swept out with this thing?"

"Did you notice where the bullet came from?" Wang Xiyi took the "gun" and reached for the trigger—she used even more force and finally managed to pull the trigger... or to be more precise, she broke the trigger off.

"It came out of the muzzle, and there was even muzzle flash." Sun Hang recalled the scene from the battle just now. "There are just too many illogical things about these monsters, and it's impossible to examine them closely."

“That’s why they’re called monsters – it’s because it doesn’t make sense.” Wang Xiyi shrugged and casually tossed the “gun” aside.

"Do we need to clean up the battlefield?" Wang Xiyi asked again. "These 'fake guns' all look like they're made of metal. Don't you have the ability to manipulate metal?"

“That’s enough.” Sun Hang glanced at the tank wreckage not far away—if he wanted to, he could even build a perfect replica of the T95 heavy tank, but there was no need for that.

At this moment, the first ghost suddenly jumped down from the roof, walked up to Zhong Ling, and handed her something. Zhong Ling immediately waved to Sun Hang.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything?" Sun Hang flashed and instantly appeared beside Zhong Ling.

"This was found inside the body of a strange soldier dressed as an officer." Zhong Ling handed the object to Sun Hang.

This is a piece of resin—the resin comes from a portable container carried by the No. 1 undead. When this device encounters a small undead that needs to be contained, it sprays a special resin to wrap the undead and make a piece of "undead amber". When the amber needs to be "thawed", another corresponding solvent is needed to melt the condensed resin again.

Encased in resin was a rusty medal.

The medal was inscribed with the official Russian language of the former Siberian Federation—seemingly knowing that Sun Hang did not understand Russian, Zhong Ling thoughtfully translated for him: "This is a medal for the hero of the Patriotic War, an honor awarded by the former Siberian Federation to soldiers who participated in the siege of St. Petersburg. However, most of the soldiers who received this medal died in the occupied territories, and only a very few were able to retreat to the Lake Baikal region."

"You also know Russian?" Sun Hang looked at Zhong Ling with some surprise.

"I don't know much." Whether Zhong Ling was being modest or telling the truth, she pointed to the text on the medal, "This should be the first time we've seen normal writing since we entered the Baikal Remains, right?"

(End of this chapter)