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And in front of the zombie horde, several bodies were sprawled out on the ground in all directions.

It was none other than Dale and the others from the team!

How could a heavily wounded fourth-tier pioneer withstand dozens of third-tier mutated zombies? The expressions on everyone's faces froze, and even in death, their faces were filled with utmost fear and despair.

Shaun's expression remained cold as he took out the crystal cores from their bodies. However, Dale's abdomen was empty.

Seeing Shaun's gaze, the mutated orange cat turned around, presenting its plump rear end to him, and began to lick its own paws, pretending to be oblivious.

Shaun raised an eyebrow in slight confusion, then crouched down, continuously searching Dale's body for something. His expression suddenly brightened as he found a purple card in his hand.