Chapter 71：

This morning, Lance was called by Wen Yu early in the morning.

According to Wen Yu, because of insufficient manpower, the reserve soldiers were also put on the field.

Lance yawned, stared in a daze and began to dress:

"how about you?"

"I'm busy with something else."

Wen Yu's face is also a bit ugly.

In the past few days, he was always seconded by other regions, so he couldn't find any excuses to find Lance.

Lance got dressed, and he opened the curtains to see that it was still dark outside, and stars were still visible.

Lance opened the window and took a deep breath. The cold breath that belonged to the night sky slid directly into his lungs, shaking him from the cold and woke him up.

He couldn't help but complained to himself:

"Why did you gather so early today?"

According to the instructor's arrangement, the gathering time for all the reserve soldiers is 6:30 in the morning, and now it is less than 4 o'clock.

Complaining and complaining, Lance didn't want to cause trouble for himself, although he was reluctant, but in the end he arrived at the assembly place in accordance with the assembly order.

After arriving at the assembly point, Lance found that it was not only their team, but all the reserve soldiers who had been transferred here.

It seems that a major event is going to happen today.

Lance sighed.

After a while, the instructor came out, and he said to all the reserve soldiers:

"The factory said that a lot of things were delivered this morning, and they were short of manpower. Therefore, today, your task is to check the delivery vehicles and maintain order."

The reserve soldiers below looked at each other.

Do soldiers still need to do this?

Feelings are a brick, so move it wherever you need it.

Therefore, Lance and his team were sent to the checkpoint. The main task was to check the passing vehicles with a group of original security personnel to see if there were any contraband inside.

"There are many types of contraband."

The one who received Lance and them was a sloppy uncle. He held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the coming transporter and said,

"In addition to checking for smuggled things, it's better to check whether there are mutated animals in it."

Lance looked curiously at the cars coming from a distance. These cars rushed on the asphalt road, making the otherwise cold night become lively.

He asked: "Do you check so many cars every day?"

"Tsk, it's not. They harvested a bit abnormally today."

The sloppy uncle said impatiently,

"Usually there are not so many transport vehicles... Tsk tsk, this is not the breeding season, are there so many schools of fish in the sea?"

The environment changes in the doomsday, September and October are special.

Not only because at this node, the animals and plants on the land have entered a dormant period, even the creatures in the ocean also enter a dormant period. Fish schools begin to migrate. It is the off-season for fishing, and it is impossible for ships to encounter fish one after another. group.

But now, the battle of transport vehicles is even more prosperous than the peak season.

Having said that, when every transport vehicle passes the checkpoint, someone must come forward to check it.

After a while, everyone was so busy.

The main force of the inspection was the original inspector. The reserve soldiers who came here like Lance could only stand by with a gun to maintain order, and help out by the way.

"Lao Yang, how come you have such a good harvest."

Uncle sloppy asked while poking and poking in the transport truck with a tester.

Most of the transport vehicles are modified by trucks, just take a piece of tarp and cover it up, and then pour the fish up.

"Hey, who knows, those fish are almost like being chased by something. They jumped up when they saw the boat. Everyone had a good harvest."

Lao Yang is the driver of this car, and he seems to have a good relationship with the sloppy uncle.

He winked at the sloppy uncle:

"You can mix well, you have to bring reserve soldiers."

The reserve refers to Lance.

The sloppy uncle rolled his eyes:

"You mean the kid behind me? What can he do when the smelly smell is still dry?"

Lance: "..."

He doesn't mind others saying bad things about him, but please don't say it in person, okay?

Fortunately, the transparent partition on the helmet blocked Lance's expression, otherwise the two middle-aged men in front of him would have to mumble for a while.

"Today's harvest is more than that."

Lao Yang said mysteriously to the sloppy uncle,

"I heard a boat caught snow mountain crabs by the sea. It is said that he fished a whole boat of snow mountain crabs."

"Snow Crab?"

The sloppy uncle couldn't believe it, "That kind of crab can still fish a whole ship? Are you kidding me."

Snow mountain crab is one of the mutant crabs in the ocean.

Unlike other mutant crabs, the direction of this crab variation is not attacking the direction, but the taste.

After the mutation, this crab is snow-white and huge, but at the same time it tastes great.

It is said that eating the crab meat of this kind of crab, with lemon juice, is particularly refreshing, without additional freezing, the crab meat is crystal clear, like the crystal clear snow on the snow-capped mountains.

Therefore, this mutant crab is called Snow Mountain Crab.

Snow mountain crabs are not easy to catch because they are scarce and have a long growth cycle. In addition, the snow mountain crabs are rich in meat and have a great taste. This type of crab is very popular among people in the rich areas.

An adult crab can even fry up to several thousand yuan.

For fishermen, they can catch more than a dozen snow mountain crabs a year. Thank God, how can it be possible to fish enough for one boat at a time?

"Then I don't care. Anyway, I also listen to others. They say they have noses and eyes."

Old Yang said nonchalantly,

"If you don't believe it, just stay here and wait. If there are snow crabs in the truck behind, you won't know when you check it."

The sloppy uncle rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and let Old Yang leave.

In the next time, Lance and the sloppy uncle checked the transport truck together.

There are more and more cars coming from behind, until the day is already light, the morning transporter is not over yet.

"God, I'm exhausted."

Due to lack of manpower, the sloppy uncle had to put Lance on the court.

He looked at the cars still in line and snorted dissatisfiedly.

On the other side, Lance didn't feel good either.

He looked at the full load of fish on the transport truck with mixed feelings.

Of course, Lance's mood was complicated not because he thought that he was a fish, but because he suddenly thought of a word he casually said to Will yesterday—

"Just get something delicious"

Isn't it because of this sentence that led to the harvest on the fishing boat?

But this idea was quickly rejected by Lance himself.

Let alone the matter of Vail being a human being, who would choose to feed in this way?

Lance thought his guess was funny.

After busying around for a long time, Lance was already full of fishy smell because he often fumbled in the school of fish.

His eyes were dull and sweaty, he had already thrown his helmet on the other side.

If he weren't a mermaid, he would definitely hate fish from today.

The rest of the reserve soldiers who had been transferred were also too tired. In addition, the sun was up and the air was very hot. Everyone took off their helmets and threw them aside.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Lance heard a commotion from the motorcade behind from a distance. He looked at it with the sloppy uncle, and couldn't help being stunned.

On that transporter, there was a car full of snow-white crabs.

A cart of white snow mountain crabs rolled freely under the net, looking full of vitality.

"My dear, this is true."

The sloppy uncle couldn't help but mutter to himself, he called Lance, who was still checking, and said,

"Go, I'll show you good things."

Lance looked at these snow-white crabs from a distance, and swallowed a mouthful of water involuntarily.

Well, it looks delicious.

This truck of snow crabs directly caused a sensation directly at the checkpoint. Many people put down their work and walked to this truck, watching the snow crabs in this truck.

"Good job, so many snow crabs, I'm afraid it's not going to make a lot of money."

After watching the Snow Crab for a while, the sloppy uncle walked to the front cab and said to the driver inside,

"Leave a little one for me to try, Lao Li."

The driver in the cab, after hearing the sloppy uncle call him, crunched his head, and smiled at the sloppy uncle.

His eyes were red, swollen and bloodshot, his expression dull, and he looked like an addict.

When Lance saw the driver, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows——

Didn’t the drivers of the transport truck pick them?

What if this person is drunk?

The man called "Lao Li" by the sloppy uncle is a 20-year-old driver with a big belly, a beard, and thick brown hair. He usually likes to wear a greasy hat.

Since even Lance felt that something was wrong, the sloppy uncle naturally noticed the abnormality.

He saw this scene and slowly put away his smile.

The next second, the sloppy uncle showed a hearty smile at Lao Li:

"Just kidding, I'll check it up right now, wait a minute."

Old Li nodded slowly.

As his neck turned, he made a "creaking" sound.

The sloppy uncle looked as usual, and while pulling Lance to the side, he walked away from the car window.

Then he waved his hand quickly, letting those who came to watch the excitement leave quickly:

"Okay, okay, you're all done, let's get out of here when you're done, don't delay the vehicles coming from behind."

The crowd who came to watch the show couldn't help but shout loudly, saying that the sloppy uncle simply doesn't know how to look at people, and then dispersed.

When he reached the blind spot of the transport vehicle, the sloppy uncle grabbed Lance's collar and said to Lance seriously:

"Put your own helmet on."

"what?"

Lance looked dumbfounded.

"That driver, he was parasitized. I have to get rid of him."

The face of the sloppy uncle is ugly,

"There is a kind of hermit crab that is very similar to the snow mountain crab. I am afraid that it was mixed into the snow mountain crab during the fishing process. And now, it is on the back of Lao Li's head."

Lance was surprised.

"Lao Li is dead now. It's just a body controlled by a hermit crab. I'll deal with it later. If it doesn't work... Remember to start the head. Either chop off the head or kill the hermit crab on the back of the head. Understood ?"

Lance nodded.

Hermit crabs are the most troublesome parasites in the ocean, because they are often mixed with normal seafood, and they are caught off guard;

Secondly, it is because they will be directly on the back of the human head, and then the tentacles will be inserted into the head, while eating the human brain, while using the brain nerves to manipulate the remaining human body, the reproduction speed is very fast.

The person parasitized by the hermit crab will look for the crowd under the control of the hermit crab, and then use the crowd to reproduce.

The sloppy uncle watched nervously as Lance put on his helmet before going to look for Lao Li.

At this time, Lao Li didn't know that he had been exposed, but continued to look at the sloppy uncle with a stiff expression.

The sloppy uncle didn't show up on his face, he smiled at Lao Li.

Lao Li had already died at this time, and the head controlled by the hermit crab would only react ambiguously to the opponent's actions.

Seeing the sloppy uncle smiling at him, Lao Li was also smiling.

While the two were smiling at each other, the sloppy uncle took out the gun by surprise, made several clean "bangs", and fired several shots at Lao Li's head.

In this way, Lao Li still had a smile on his face when he didn't react to any situation, and he was hit half of his head with a shotgun shot.

Then he fell on the steering wheel.

And as Lao Li fell on the steering wheel, his hat fell off, revealing an eight-legged creature holding his head on the back of his head.

The eight-legged arthropod creature, half of its body is gone, and blue mucus is slowly permeating, and it looks like it can't die anymore.

The sloppy uncle breathed a sigh of relief.

And before the sloppy uncle relaxed, the crabs on the transport truck started to roll more and more fiercely. With a "crash", they broke free from the net on the transport truck (perhaps the driver didn't tie it up on purpose) Several white figures immediately jumped out of the transport truck and slammed toward the person closest to them.

As the closest person to this transporter, Lance naturally bears the brunt.

He watched as a mass of white objects jumped towards him.

The thing suddenly jumped onto his transparent panel, then grabbed the helmet and kept scratching, making a crunching sound.

Lance was terribly scared at this moment. Because his vision was blocked, he couldn't see anything. He could only see a bunch of fuzzy things constantly struggling in front of him.

Lance was at a loss for a while. Seeing something sharp and thin about to poke in, he subconsciously took off his helmet and slammed the helmet into the car, only to hear a "pop", he was leaning against it alive. Do, and killed the hermit crab that jumped on his head.

"Stupid!"

When the sloppy uncle saw Lance take off his helmet, he hated iron and steel. He hurried several shots to destroy the parasitic crab that was close to him, while cursing Lance

"Why did you take the helmet off? Feed them brains?"

Lance then realized that the hermit crab was trying to get into his helmet.

After reacting, Lance shook the dirty helmet in disgust, and then quickly approached the sloppy uncle. He suddenly put his helmet on the sloppy uncle's head, and then said:

"Take care of yourself."

Please, he is a mermaid, and his reaction speed is better than that of a sloppy man whose hands trembles because of alcoholism in his middle age.

After giving the helmet to the sloppy uncle, Lance immediately pulled out the baton from the side and began to use his dynamic vision to hit one hermit crab one by one.

It’s better to use a stick than a gun.

Lance thought about this question in his heart silently, while playing the crab that jumped up to try to parasitize him as a baseball.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The parasitic crabs that jumped out of the car one after another shocked everyone, and the reserve soldiers who had been transferred gave out horrible screams.

Fortunately, the inspectors at the checkpoint have all experienced strong winds and waves. They calmed down quickly, put on equipment, and tried to control the situation.

The reserve soldiers were all running around like headless flies. Later, under the guidance of the inspectors, they finally came back to their senses. They crawled on the ground and put on helmets to avoid being directly eaten by hermit crabs. Terrible, and then they frantically wanted to help.

For a while, gunshots, sticks, and occasional screams formed the scene of the level.