Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 290

290 The Cockroaches Mutated Again

Francis stopped tugging at his hair and began pulling at his beard instead, deep in thought.

Then Tyler pointed a finger toward Denton beside him. “Denton’s young, agile, and his build is small enough. If we squeeze a little, there should be enough rat king hide for him to fit into.”

Denton’s eyes widened in shock. “What?!”

He was 17, lean and slightly frail, with a narrow waist and shoulders that weren’t particularly broad.

He stood just a little over 5 feet 6.

After being captured by the enemy organization some time ago, he had lost several dozen pounds.

Even though he’d been eating well lately, he still hadn’t regained muscle.

Compared to most of Francis’s men, who were grown, broad–shouldered soldiers, Denton really was the best fit.

His reflexes and fighting skills weren’t bad either. If things got dangerous, he could handle it.

“Tyler, you can’t set me up like this! You love me, don’t you? How could you pick me for this?” Denton cried out.

But no matter how he looked at it, he really was the most suitable person for the job.

Still, his eyes darted slyly toward Raven, the dog Caroline had brought along. “Hey, Tyler, what about Raven? I mean, he’s basically the king of dogs. If he puts on the rat skin, doesn’t that make him the rat king too?”

Raven’s icy blue eyes fixed on Denton, and he bared his teeth in a low, rumbling growl.

Denton, however, didn’t care. He kept staring at Raven, and the more he looked, the more convinced he was that the dog was perfect for the job.

Before he could say more, Tyler smacked him on the back of the head. “Raven can’t squeak like a rat, idiot! How’s he supposed to command them? You, on the other hand, can learn. Pay attention to how that boy controlled the rats. Starting today, practice making rat sounds whenever you’re home. This is your mission–take it seriously.”

Denton looked miserable. “If I do that, can I at least get extra food every day? Like… some barbecue ribs or something?”

Caroline couldn’t help it. She burst into laughter at his pathetic request.

But to her surprise, Tyler turned him down flat, his expression serious. “No. We don’t even know if that rat king was fat or thin. If you gain weight and can’t fit inside the skin later, what then?”

Denton looked like he might cry again.

Then Tyler’s eyes softened slightly. “Didn’t you always want that whip I made from the rat king’s tail? It’s yours. Finish this mission, and I’ll make you whatever you want to eat. You’re still growing, after all.”

Denton brightened instantly. “Deal!”

Then he turned to Caroline and winked. “Caroline, you probably don’t know this, but I actually learned all my cooking from Tyler. He just doesn’t like people knowing. Ever since I picked it up, he stopped cooking altogether and keeps pretending he can’t. He’s

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just lazy! Honestly, his cooking’s even better than mine. You know, before he taught me, he was the only one in our squad who knew how to make a decent meal. You should come over for dinner sometime!”

“Denton!” Tyler barked, grabbing for a stick.

Caroline looked stunned–she never imagined Tyler was also a skilled cook!

Just like that, what had started as a serious discussion turned oddly lighthearted.

No one was happier than Francis.

Still, he couldn’t let his guard down until the rat king was truly dead.

The shelter’s defenses underneath had to be reinforced again.

Following Caroline’s suggestion, Francis decided to have the soldiers lead civilians to seal up all drainage pipes and air vents with cement–just in case the mutant rats tried to come through them.

As for where to find another rat king…

Francis had two possible locations in mind.

One was far away, but the other was the granary Caroline’s team had visited before.

After some discussion, they agreed to go to the granary to hunt the rat king.

The mission this time was simple. Kill the rat king, keep its hide intact, and bring it back.

However, since Francis’s elite troops were still recovering from their injuries, they’d need a bit more time to rest.

The weather was also brutally cold for an expedition.

Once everyone had agreed on the plan, they were about to part ways when a young soldier came rushing in to report that some civilians had joined the team hunting mutant cockroaches–and one of them had been seriously injured.

The soldier continued with a pale face, “The mutant cockroaches seem to have mutated again.”

Mutated creatures kept evolving, especially small and hardy species like cockroaches, rats, and centipedes.

Caroline remembered from her previous life that, by the final stages, mutant cockroaches had terrifying combat ability. Their wings had hardened like armor, their bodies were as big as basins, and they had developed long, tube–like mouths that could suck flesh and blood.

But that was all after the great heat,

The cockroaches they had now shouldn’t have been nearly that strong.

According to the shaken soldier, after days of being hunted, the mutant cockroaches were no longer afraid of smoke.