National Survival: I Supported the Dragon Nation by Hunting Dinosaurs

The smug smile on the face of South Korean athlete Kim Kardashian instantly froze.

He gripped the Desert Eagle tightly; its metallic texture gave him a sense of courage.

"Americans?"

Ziglar's eyes flashed with wariness. "This isn't your military base. If you want to steal anything, you'll have to see if the gun in my hand will allow it!"

He abruptly raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed it at Jack's forehead.

"puff--"

Jack laughed, a laugh that was undisguised mockery.

"Would you dare point a gun at me while I'm at the base in South Korea?"

"FUCK YOU!"

Ziglar swore, his finger on the trigger, but he hesitated to press it.

-

The South Korean live stream chat exploded instantly.

"Damn it! This American is too arrogant!"

"Zinker, fire! Don't embarrass us!"

"Why are you firing... Do you think we can defeat the US?"

"Shut up! That's reality! This is a survival game!"

"Even in a game, we can't beat them... Let's hand over the guns and not cause trouble."

The comments section was divided into two camps, arguing incessantly.

But most people chose to remain silent.

-

Roland stood behind Jack, arms crossed, watching the farce unfold.

He knew that Jack's "psychological crushing" tactic was most effective against Koreans.

really.

Cold sweat broke out on Jinkla's forehead.

What comes to mind is the arrogant and domineering face of those American soldiers at the base in South Korea.

He gritted his teeth, determined to pull the trigger.

However, at the very moment he pulled the trigger...

On the other side, Roland moved.

He didn't even raise the crossbow in his hand; with a flick of his wrist, a fist-sized rock struck first!

The stone struck Ziggurat precisely on the wrist of his gun-wielding hand.

Jinkla screamed in agony as the excruciating pain caused his fingers to veer off course.

A deafening gunshot rang out, and a .50 caliber bullet grazed Jack's ear and blasted into the tree trunk behind him.

The attack missed its target!

Zincra was about to adjust the muzzle of his gun.

Jack had already closed in!

Under Ziglar's horrified gaze, Jack's large hand gripped his wrist like an iron clamp and twisted it outwards!

The Desert Eagle flew out of his hand.

Jack caught it with a backhand, his movements fluid and graceful, and then delivered a vicious knee strike to Ziglar's abdomen!

Ziglar vomited up his leftover food from the night before and collapsed to the ground.

From the moment Zincra fired the shot to being disarmed and severely wounded, the entire process took no more than three seconds.

Jack slowly and deliberately pressed the muzzle of the Desert Eagle against Ziglar's forehead, his face displaying a playful, cat-and-mouse expression.

"See that? Korean."

"The gun in your hand is a toy."

"In my hands, the rules are what I hold."

Roland then replaced the magazine on the Desert Eagle, his gaze sweeping over Pierre, the French athlete who was hanging upside down from a tree and looked pale with fright.

"Put me down! The gun is mine! We can cooperate!" Pierre pleaded hoarsely.

Roland didn't even bother to look at him, and simply said to Jack, "Get rid of him, we should go."

"clear."

Jack grinned maliciously and raised the military dagger in his hand.

Pierre's pupils suddenly dilated.

—The live stream room in Gaul was deathly silent.

—In the live broadcast room in South Korea, cries and curses were mixed together.

However, in the distant jungle, in the clearing that had just experienced a "tragedy," another strange change occurred.

"roar……"

The dozen or so Utahraptors that had been surrounding Yamamoto Ichiro and making strange gurgling noises seemed to have suddenly lost all interest in this "plaything".

They sniffed the air, and it seemed that as the red smoke dissipated, the source of the irritation that had agitated them also disappeared.

The strongest Utah raptor flashed a human-like...disdain in its vertical pupils.

The next second, it let out a high-pitched roar as if issuing a new command.

All the Utahraptors instantly changed direction and charged towards the herbivorous dinosaurs that were scattering and fleeing in the distance.

Compared to this strange bipedal creature, the running Iguanodon and Pachycephalosaurus were their real prey.

The two wind-god pterosaurs circling in the air, having swallowed Sang Biao whole, seemed to have completed their revenge. With a flap of their wings and a satisfied hiss, they disappeared into the horizon.

Chaos comes quickly and goes quickly.

All that remained was a scene of devastation and a utterly shattered soul.

In the open space, Yamamoto Ichiro lay on the cold mud.

His ninja outfit had long been torn to shreds, his skin was covered with scratches, bite marks and unidentified slime, and he reeked of a foul stench.

Everything that had just happened was like the most terrifying nightmare, replaying in his mind over and over again.

Humiliation, pain, despair...

All emotions eventually turn into numbness.

—Sakura Country Livestream Room.

Every citizen of the Sakura Kingdom stared at the discarded figure on the screen with a deathly pale face.

Their trump card, their hope...

"Yamamoto-kun... Ganbatte... You are a warrior of the Empire..."

One of the commentators spoke in a trembling voice, but halfway through his sentence, he began to gag.

I don't know how much time passed.

The instinct for survival finally triumphed over mental collapse.

Yamamoto Ichiro struggled to turn over; his space still contained many supplies from the airdrop crates.

If I survive... I'll have a chance to take revenge!

A sinister flame of revenge reignited in his empty eyes.

He struggled, using his intact right hand to prop himself up.

He took out some basic hemostatic herbs from his storage space, chewed them haphazardly, and then applied them to the wound.

After doing all this, he looked around.

After confirming there was no danger, he prepared to escape this infernal place that he would never forget.

However, he has only just taken the first step.

A whooshing sound came from the side!

Yamamoto Ichiro's body didn't have time to react at all.

The alloy crossbow bolt pierced his left knee!

The terrifying force pierced his kneecap, causing him to fall forward.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the forest.

Yamamoto Ichiro clutched his bleeding left leg, his face filled with terror.

who is it? !

He struggled to lift his head and looked in the direction from which the arrow had come.

From the shadows not far away, a figure slowly emerged.

The man had a cold expression and was carrying a crossbow.

It was Zhang Li!

—After a period of deathly silence, the live stream room in Japan was instantly flooded with angry comments!

"You idiot! That Chinese guy! Shameless sneak attack!"

"Taking advantage of someone in distress! He's not a true warrior at all!"

"Yamamoto-kun is already in such a miserable state, why won't he let him go?!"

"Protest! We demand that the United States impose sanctions on this despicable act!"

However, their protests seemed so pale and powerless amidst the deafening cheers in the Dragon Kingdom's live broadcast room.

"Li Shen is awesome! Well done!"

"Why bother with chivalry when dealing with this kind of scum?"

"Why do I feel... there's something scary about the expression on Ritsujin's face?"

On the battlefield.

Zhang Li stepped on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

His gaze lingered on his fear-filled eyes.

Yamamoto Ichiro completely broke down.

He abandoned all dignity, crawling on the ground like a dog, shrinking back.

"No...don't kill me!"

He pleaded hoarsely in broken Longguo language.

"What do you want? Everything in the airdrop crate... is yours! My storage space... food, medicine... I'll give you everything!"

He desperately tried to sell his supplies in exchange for a chance to survive.

Zhang Li stopped in his tracks.

He crouched down and met Yamamoto Ichiro's terrified eyes.

"Your things?"

"I can take it from your corpse whenever I want."