National Survival: I Supported the Dragon Nation by Hunting Dinosaurs

"roar--!!!"

The roar tore through the air.

Nearly twenty Utah raptors poured into the clearing from all directions, their green scales reflecting a cold luster in the morning light.

Its vertical pupils lock onto all living things.

"Baka!"

Pierre, the French player, was deathly pale, and the butt of his rifle was still stained with Ichiro Yamamoto's blood.

Mosaic next to him let out a strange cry and instinctively backed away.

"Bullets! Here are your bullets!"

Yamamoto Ichiro, pinned to the ground, let out a desperate roar.

With his only remaining right hand, he pulled two boxes of ammunition from his pocket and threw them forcefully at Pierre.

This is the only way to survive—attract the dinosaurs with gunfire and buy yourself time to escape.

A glint of greed flashed in Pierre's eyes as he caught the magazine and swiftly shoved a .50 caliber bullet into the cylinder.

Click.

The crisp sound of the gun being cocked was particularly jarring amidst the chaos.

But he was fast; the Utah raptor was even faster.

With a powerful leap from its hind legs, the male lunged forward, covering more than ten meters in an instant, and pounced on the mosaic.

puff!

Sharp, massive claws tore through the tactical vest and chest.

Flesh and blood rolled up.

Before Mosaic could even scream, his neck was bitten off.

"FUCK!"

"Help me, Pierre!"

Pierre's eyes widened in fury, and he pulled the trigger.

boom--! ! !

A deafening gunshot rang out.

The head of the Utah bandit leader, which was feeding, exploded, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

The power of the Desert Eagle was on full display at this moment.

The loud noise made all the dinosaurs freeze in their tracks.

Pierre seized the opportunity, turned and ran, fleeing in the opposite direction from Zhang Li.

"I'm sorry! Darling! I will definitely avenge you!"

Everyone thought the dinosaurs would hunt down the gunman or tear Yamamoto Ichiro apart.

But then a bizarre scene unfolded.

The remaining dozen or so Utah raptors slowly surrounded the one-armed ninja, making low gurgling sounds from their throats.

There was no predatory greed in their eyes.

Rather, it was a strange light mixed with irritability and excitement.

It's like they're having a conversation.

It also seems like a struggle.

---

Dragon Kingdom Command Center.

Academician Ma stared intently at the screen, his eyes wide open.

"They seem to be conveying some kind of message through their bodies!"

He Jiong was stunned: "What does this mean?"

Academician Ma took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely strange.

"That means, for these male Utahraptors in their mating season..."

"At this moment, Yamamoto Ichiro is both a provocateur who has angered them and needs to be conquered by force..."

"At the same time, they are also mating partners that exude a deadly attraction, making them compete for them."

boom!

This statement was like a nuclear bomb exploding in the live broadcast room.

Countless viewers were petrified.

Then, an even more terrifying scene appeared.

The most powerful Utahraptor roared at its companion beside it, clearly having won, and pounced, but without using its claws and teeth.

Instead, it used its thick, scale-covered hind legs to pin Yamamoto Ichiro down, and then its body began to twist in a human-like manner!

"No...no!!!!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, erupted.

The fear and humiliation in that voice sent chills down everyone's spine.

The live stream camera shook violently at that moment, the image became blurry, and only chaotic green figures could be seen and desperate screams could be heard.

---

The live stream from Japan instantly went silent.

All the audience members turned ashen-faced, their expressions shifting from anger to terror, and finally blank.

Their ace player is being attacked by a bunch of prehistoric beasts...

"vomit--"

Countless people vomited on the spot.

After a brief moment of shock, the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! You can do that? The Japanese really know how to do the weird stuff!"

"I declare that in terms of perversion, no one can surpass me!"

---

Zhang Li had already withdrawn from the battlefield and used his All-Seeing Eye to confirm that the surrounding area was safe.

He found a crevice in the rocks hidden by vines and placed Huang Xiaoying there.

He took out a few pieces of smoked jerky from his storage space and handed them to her.

"This area is relatively safe. Let's grab something to eat and replenish our energy."

Huang Xiaoying took the jerky, and the sharp pain in her right arm made her forehead break out in a cold sweat.

She took a bite, and the dry, tough meat mixed with the saltiness made her a little more alert.

Zhang Li then took out a ceramic jar containing clean fresh water.

"Drink slowly."

Huang Xiaoying gulped down several mouthfuls of water before she could catch her breath.

She watched Zhang Li's departing figure and struggled to stand up.

"I'll go with you."

Zhang Li didn't even turn his head.

"Given your current physical condition, going there would only be a burden to me."

"Wait for me to come back."

Huang Xiaoying gritted her teeth and forced herself to stand up, but due to excessive blood loss, she swayed and almost fell.

Zhang Li turned his head, his eyes calm.

"I will get that gun, and the medicine from the airdrop crate."

Huang Xiaoying was taken aback, never having felt so at ease.

So that's what he was after.

She watched Zhang Li's figure disappear into the jungle, her throat tightening.

This man could have easily abandoned her.

But he didn't.

Huang Xiaoying leaned against the rock wall, gripping the crossbow tightly in her hand.

"You must come back alive."

She said softly.

Behind the rocks.

---

The American athlete, Roland, coldly observed all of this through infrared thermal imaging goggles.

He even saw a thunder dragon, the size of a small mountain, slowly approaching on the distant horizon with heavy steps.

"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad."

Roland whispered.

He decisively abandoned all plans.

This place is now a dead end.

Concealing his presence, he retreated silently and quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

After retreating nearly a kilometer, he blew a special whistle.

A tall, strong figure emerged from the woods.

Navy SEALs in standard combat uniforms, face paint, and eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

"Roland, how's the situation? That gun..."

"They were taken by the Gauls and are fleeing south."

Roland's words were concise and to the point.

"Chase!"

SEAL team member Jack didn't hesitate.

"No rush."

Roland stopped him.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Someone will stop him for us."

---

On the other side of the jungle.

French athlete Pierre ran for his life.

After repeatedly turning back to confirm that no dinosaurs were chasing him, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, his face showing the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

Desert Eagle!

This ultimate weapon is now his!

With it, he is the king of this jungle!

Just as I was immersed in joy, my foot suddenly tightened.

"What?!"

A sturdy vine, disguised under fallen leaves, wrapped around his ankle.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force came from above.

Swish!

The person was hung upside down, three meters off the ground.

The Desert Eagle slipped from his hand and fell with a thud into the grass.

A slender figure slowly emerged from behind the tree trunk.

He had an ordinary face, squinted eyes, and a smug, cold smile on his lips.

Kim Kardashian, a South Korean athlete.

"Hehe, thank you for the gift, my friend from Gaul."

Zig Ziglar picked up the Desert Eagle with a smug look on his face, weighed it in his hand, and was filled with smug satisfaction.

"Stop! Put it down! That's mine!"

Pierre, hanging upside down, struggled and roared wildly.

Ziglar curled his lip in disdain and pointed the dark muzzle of his gun at him.

"Now, it's mine."

However, the smug smile didn't last three seconds.

Two figures emerged from the woods behind them like ghosts, blocking their escape route.

Roland and Jack.

Zig Ziglar's smile froze instantly. He took a step back warily and turned his gun towards the two of them.

"What do you two want to do?"

Roland didn't speak, he just stared at him coldly.

Jack stepped forward, his face displaying an arrogant and condescending air.

He spoke each word in extremely broken Korean:

"I was once stationed in your country, South Korea."

He pointed a finger at the Desert Eagle in Ziglar's hand, his tone suddenly turning icy as he switched back to fluent American English.

"As the US military stationed in South Korea, I now order you..."

Give me that gun!