My Wild Chickens Grow Ten Thousandfold! The Hunters Have Gone Crazy

[Hunting + mountain foraging + System + livestreamed beast rampages + a record of humanity losing its mind] On Su Ming's first day taking over as a forest ranger in the Ailao Mountains, the only things in the hills were a few free-range chickens that couldn't even lay eggs.

Three days later, the entire hunting community was in an uproar:

Catching the beasts in these mountains was only the beginning of the madness!

A beauty clutched an AK and sprayed bullets, bringing down so many feathers that they outnumbered a phoenix's;

Bear Grylls drove a tank into the mountains, vowing to hunt down “a beast strong enough to knock over a tree”;

Hunters cursed as they fired: “A hundred-kilo chicken? That's just an appetizer! I want a showdown with the ancestor of that wild boar that can flip a tank!!”

The armored cars got nine centimeters of extra plating, the AKs were replaced with rocket launchers, and the drones captured even more outrageous scenes:

A newbie was dragged along “grass skiing” by a bamboo rat, lying on the grass and hollering, “Did someone pump this thing full of steroids?!”

A foodie welded a sniper rifle to a hundred-ton truck. Amid the smell of burning tires, the livestream chat went wild: “Let go! That muntjac's about to become a demon!!”

People from the Forestry and Grassland Bureau, clutching testing equipment, grumbled, “The beasts in your mountains have definitely mutated!”

Su Ming squatted in the monitoring room playing Honor of Kings, glancing at a prompt only he could see:

The shadow in the depths of the forest was silently growing, while hunters stomped across the damp grass and roared:

“Open up! I'm hunting something that'll trend today!”

After all, when the beasts' roars awaken the sun, who cares about science?

The next shot: will it blow the magazine, or blow out someone's ass?