Family Matters

(Author's Note: The 'parents' in this chapter are system data products and are not related to the protagonist in any way, so please don't misinterpret them.)

　　 The father who is holding the [Chainsaw].

　　 The mother holding the [Shotgun].

　　 With horrible red lips and a horrifying smile.

　　 If it were an ordinary child, I'm afraid he would have cried tears and kneeled on the ground, vowing to study hard and never play games in secret again.

　　 Han Dong stared at such a scene in front of him and felt helpless.

　　 "So, they went outside to look for props, really."

　　 The first time he saw his 'parents' holding weapons, Han Dong immediately made observations of his surroundings, his brain efficiently calculating and calculating the best method of fighting.

　　 "Such a distance, restrictive space, and matching weapons in hand is a bit troublesome."

　　 The vast majority of Han Dong's attention stayed on the 'mother', most worried about the shotgun.

　　 It was fine to be hit by a bullet to the body, but once it hit the head, it would be a real problem.

　　 Exhale, Han Dong took a deep breath.

　　 Clarity!

　　 In Han Dong's eyes, there was a clear distinction between the implanted memory of '14 years' and the real memory.

　　 The 'parents' in front of him were just NPCs in the Destiny World, and had nothing to do with him.

　　 One hand grabbed the coffee table and violently threw it at the 'parents' who were standing in the kitchen area, once it hit, it was enough to injure a normal adult or even knock them unconscious.

　　 Who knows, the 'parents' didn't have any intention of dodging at all.

　　 Bang!

　　 His mother even pulled the trigger of the shotgun as the coffee table flew towards her, not caring if she was going to get hit next.

　　 The bullet ran through the glass coffee table, pre-shooting Han Dong's head.

　　 Snap! (sound of bullet entering flesh)

　　 Han Dong fell on his side, blood slowly dripping away on the ground.

　　 As for the coffee table that flew over, it was directly cut off by his father using a chainsaw, from the middle, failing to injure the two.

　　 Staring at the struck down 'son', the first thing that the couple did was not to go forward and check.

　　 Instead, they reloaded the gun!

　　 Bang, Bang, Bang!

　　 Three rounds fired in a row, hitting with precision.

　　 It's not over yet, Bang, Bang!

　　 Five consecutive reloads of shots to deal with the son.

　　 The reloading shots ended.

　　 Only then did the 'parents' seem to be satisfied with leaning towards Han Dong to check if it was dead.

　　 However, the way to check if he was dead was not to feel for a pulse or sense his breathing, but to use the chainsaw in his father's hand!

　　 Directly cutting and sawing off Han Dong's skull would confirm 'death'.

　　 Buzz!

　　 The sound of the diesel engine resounded through the room.

　　 The falling chainsaw was ready to connect to the sofa everything and saw off Han Dong's head.

　　 "Zzzz!" Just as the couch lint scattered.

　　 A green energy shot out.

　　 The target of the plague ray was not the father holding the chainsaw, but the mother waiting in the back for the results of the 'test'.

　　 The precise hit the mother's eye, rendering her blind and unable to aim.

　　 Only at this close range could Han Dong guarantee the 'accuracy' of the plague ray, after all, a short sword had no target lock on it at all, and it would be difficult to aim from a slight distance.

　　 It was the moment the plague ray shot out.

　　 'Ghoul Arm' 100%.

　　 The claws tore through the couch and through the father's body, while turning 90°.

　　 Ka! Instant death.

　　 Grasping at straws.

　　 Withdrawing his claws, Han Dong quickly rushed to his blinded mother.

　　 One claw swung down! Severing her gun-wielding right arm.

　　 Followed by a claw in reverse, slicing through the flesh with ease, death!

　　 Staring at the bodies of the 'parents'.

　　 Han Dong was a helpless man, "Not following the rules! Down and out! Fortunately, the body is not entirely human, and has developed a healthy community of probiotic fungi within."

　　 Hardcore playing dead.

　　 This trick is exactly what I learned from the "panning old lady" earlier.

　　 The room area was limited and there were few objects to hide behind.

　　 Han Dong stood farther apart at one end of the living room door and his parents at the back-kitchen door.

　　 This spacing, combined with the lack of many shelters, made it difficult to close in head-on! It was also difficult to accurately hit the mother's eyes through the plague ray, rendering her incapable of aiming.

　　 Moreover, even if Han Dong closed the distance, he would need to subdue the chainsaw father first.

　　 During this time, it would give the mother multiple chances to shoot, and once she hit his head, he would be in trouble.

　　 Thus, as the mother ignored the coffee table flying towards her and decisively fired the first shot, Han Dong used the ghoul's arm to protect his head, just in time to block the bullet.

　　 Taking the opportunity to fall to the ground, so that the head and part of the upper body fell just behind the couch.

　　 As he observed before, Han Dong's family was good, and the couch was high-end goods, embedded with multiple layers of steel sheets, solid wood, and thick cotton wool that an ordinary shotgun couldn't shoot through.

　　 Even if it followed up with a refill gun, it could only shoot at 'less important' body parts.

　　 Moreover, the upper half of Han Dong's body was still wearing silver soft armor, the most that would suffer was the lower half.

　　 Moreover, the reason why the five shots to the lower half of his body did not affect Han Dong's movements, and even the bleeding was minimal.

　　 The reason was the 'beneficial fungal community.'

　　 Controlling the fungus distributed in the body blocked the blood vessels, assisted in stopping the bleeding, and also prevented the infection of tetanus.

　　 Even if muscle tissues are injured, they can continue to perform their related functions through the temporary connection of mycelium.

　　 Playing dead successfully! Han Dong solved [housekeeping].

　　 At that moment, the TV switched back to its original picture. The lights also lit up one after another, and everything returned to normal at home, except that the parents no longer existed.

　　 A "gift box" belonging to Han Dong appeared in the middle of the living room floor.

　　 "Spinoff: [Laughing Parents] is complete, get bonus mini clue (Laughing Gift Box).

　　 It was only after hearing such a clue that Han Dong let out a sigh of complete relief.

　　 "This time, the small branching event is not simple, forcing one person to fight, not even servants or pets are allowed, it's considered a blessing to have solved this matter without using the 'contamination' ability. "

　　 Chen Li shows up of her own accord and assists the injured Han Dong to the bathroom.

　　 Tweezers, dinner plate, gauze, towel.

　　 Ding! ~Ding! ~

　　 A continuous metallic sound was heard.

　　 The bullets that had been shot into Han Dong's body were removed in sequence, and two of them hit the silver soft armor, just grazing the epidermis, Han Dong really had to thank Miss Pasha for this gift.

　　 The process of removing the bullets didn't hurt at all!

　　 Han Dong took the initiative to disengage the faceless man's head from his body to block the pain sensation.

　　 Wrap the gauze after it is finished.

　　 There was no need to worry about subsequent infection due to the assistance of the fungus in the body.

　　 This shotgun wasn't too powerful, and with a certain amount of luck, the bullets didn't shatter the bones.

　　 It was only necessary to wait until the meeting with the squad, and receive a bit of Sophia's holy light treatment to fully recover.

　　 "By the way, why didn't Cass reply to my message?"

　　 Han Dong, had sent a text message a long time ago.

　　 "Are they in trouble too?"

　　 When Han Dong checked his body, he found that the parts that had been hit by the bullets, although the bones were fine, there were many muscles and tendons that were damaged, and the fungal threads could only be connected temporarily, unable to sustain themselves for the long term.

　　 As such, Han Dong could only slowly return to his room to rest with Chen Li's assistance, unable to find and assist Cass and the others.

　　 "The three of them should be fine."

　�� "Han Dong, do you need me to dispose of the bodies downstairs?" Chen Li asked.

　　 "Just wash off the blood stains, there's still a use for keeping the body."