Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!-Chapter 166: Stop Playing, It’s Time to Go Home

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Stop Playing, It’s Time to Go Home

Bullet holes covered the Giant Python’s body; a few shimmering bullets were embedded in its head. Even if released, it had no chance of survival.

The Giant Python occasionally let out a mournful cry, cautiously using its mangled tail to scrape the sacred dirt on the ground.

"What is it doing?" Bai Anhai frowned at Captain Zhu and said, "Hold off for now! It’s no longer a threat, saving some bullets would be good."

Bai Anhai, a man, found it difficult to watch.

Captain Zhu, with a calm expression, held a handgun, seeming oblivious to Bai Anhai’s words, steadily fired.

"Thud—"

The bullet embedded into the Mutated Giant Python’s body, it cried mournfully but continued carefully using its tail to scoop the dirt, piling it up beside.

Though heavily injured and barely clinging to life, it gingerly cradled the dirt from the ground.

As if holding the most sacred thing in the world.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Captain Zhu fired several shots at the same spot, severing the tail of the Mutated Giant Python—the dullest glowing spot on its body.

The severed tail hit the ground, and the Mutated Giant Python pushed it aside with its stump, not sparing a glance at Captain Zhu, continuing to scrape the soil with its bloody stump.

The severed tail weakened the Giant Python; it lacked even the strength to cry out, its massive head drooped, eyes fixed on the hollow dug in the ground.

The exposed stump revealed child-like bones, soon stained red by the blood and soil.

Once, twice.

The Mutated Giant Python languidly scraped the dirt with its stump, its eerie eyes locked on the pit.

Clearly a terrifying Mutated Giant Python, now lay battered on the ground, with its discarded tail beside.

A bullet sliced through the air, piercing into the severed tail, the sound of it slicing through flesh sent shivers down spines.

Looked utterly tragic.

"Captain Zhu, save some bullets!"

Captain Zhou, assisting from the side, couldn’t watch further, pressing his finger against Captain Zhu’s arm.

Captain Zhu glanced at Captain Zhou with calm eyes, pulling out some bullets from his pocket, loading them into the empty clip.

Then, gunshots rang out again.

Captain Zhu’s eyes were clear, holding the gun steady, clicking repeatedly.

Captain Zhou’s brows furrowed deeply, "Captain Zhu, what do you mean by this!"

Captain Zhu spoke calmly, "It ate humans."

The abdomen of the Mutated Giant Python bulged, indicating it had consumed humans.

Animals that eat humans deserve death.

"It’s dying, beyond saving. Shooting is just wasting bullets, what else can it achieve?"

Captain Zhou tugged at Captain Zhu’s arm, forcing him to stop shooting.

Human life, under human laws, reigns above all.

The Giant Python consumed humans, yet it’s as good as dead, incapable of harming anyone further. Why make it look so tragically mournful?

He revered the great True God Nuwa, depicted as having a human face and snake body.

Therefore, the matter of the Giant Python’s severed tail stirred a slight dissatisfaction.

Was it necessary!

The Giant Python was dying!

Why waste so many bullets!

Captain Zhu rummaged through his pockets, failing to find any more bullets.

The bullets he brought had all been used.

"Continue shooting!"

Captain Zhu’s icy voice echoed.

Besides him, his subordinates also held guns.

"Captain, I have...no bullets left."

One team member, visibly uncomfortable, stepped back, fingers gently brushing the bulging pocket.

There, half a pocket of bullets was stored.

"Captain, I have none left either..."

"My bullets are used up too..."

Other team members mumbled in response to Captain Zhu’s words, their heads lowered, eyes evasive.

Most people are carnivorous, making those palatable animals victims of the knife.

Pigs, chickens, dogs, ducks...various animals have become table fare.

Many can deal a death blow, yet find it hard to bear animal cruelty.

Though death is the same, its impact on the soul is different.

Captain Zhu nodded calmly, eyes on the Mutated Giant Python, unwavering.

The Mutated Giant Python scraped the dirt with its severed tail.

"Hiss—"

The sound of the Mutated Giant Python softened, eyes fixed at the bottom of the pit, its head gently nudging the bottom.

Its cautious demeanor suggested it was protecting its most precious possession.

Bai Xiqin stood beside Leng Yebai, barely seeing the white bones the Mutated Giant Python scooped up with its severed tail.

White bones, as thick as wrists, were gathered piece by piece by the Mutated Giant Python’s severed tail from the pit.

Each joint was short, with no sinew connecting them, clean and bare.

Suddenly, everyone understood.

The Mutated Giant Python, not a social creature, charged together into the safe base.

It turned out to be searching for those scattered bones.

The bones were amassed by the Mutated Giant Python, arranged neatly.

Forming the skeleton of a juvenile Giant Python.

Its aim was to recover its lost child.

The young Mutated Giant Python showed no aggression, yet somehow got captured by survivors at the safe base.

Reduced into a meal.

Hungry survivors spared no edible parts, leaving only gnawed-clean bones.

The Mutated Giant Python finally scooped up the last piece of its child’s skeleton from the pit, its cold eyes softened further.

This piece was the skull of the juvenile Mutated Giant Python, with its skullcap removed, leaving it hollow inside.

The Mutated Giant Python painstakingly placed the skull at the forefront of the skeleton.

It laid all bones together on the ground; the long bones appeared somewhat bizarre.

The order of the bones was incorrect.

Some tail bones misplaced at the waist.

Yet, as it placed the skull at the front, its eyes gleamed with hope.

As if its child would reanimate the next instant.

The cold eyes radiated intense light, the severed tail even wagged a couple of times.

A minute passed.

Those cold eyes still held a trace of desire.

White bones lay assembled on the ground, the strange bones barely forming a snake’s body.

White bones remained still.

Five minutes passed.

The Mutated Giant Python showed slight panic in its eyes.

The severed tail nudged the white bones, attempting to greet its playful child.

Come, it’s time to go home.

White bones were stained reddish, yet remained immobile.

The Mutated Giant Python meticulously examined from skull to tail, a segment at a time.

Unfamiliar with snake bone structures; the mismatch unnoticed, just misconstrued as incomplete assembly.

It searched the pit bottom once more.

Surely some bones were missed.

Dirt rolled from the pit bottom, piling nearby, without a speck landing on the elongated white bones.

The Mutated Giant Python searched for a long time, long enough for its blood to dry, but no further skeleton was found.

"Hiss—"

The Mutated Giant Python emitted a gentle sound toward the white bones, as if coaxing its child to rise.

The stark white bones wobbly arranged on the ground, utterly unresponsive.