Chapter 24: Battle Against the Velociraptor

In the Dinosaur Park, six men in yellow work uniforms and safety helmets slowly approached a massive door covered in uneven bumps and depressions, holding their guns tightly.

If even such a thick iron door has been reduced to this state, one can imagine just how powerful the Velociraptor’s strength must be—and yet, this Velociraptor isn’t even known for its strength; its short stature makes it a mere dwarf among dinosaurs.

“There’s no need to fear. Dinosaurs aren’t as terrifying as you imagine. They feel pain, they feel fear, they run away—they’re just like us, another form of life, not monsters.” Alice waved her fist, cheering on the brave men.

Of course, she didn’t tell the warriors that while Velociraptors do feel pain, that’s only if you can pierce their scales; they do feel fear, but only toward beings more terrifying and cruel than themselves—like the T-Rex; they flee only when they believe they face an enemy too powerful to fight.

Alice would never reveal any of this. All she would say was that Velociraptors were weak and posed no threat—pleasant words to maintain morale, to ensure they could defeat the Velociraptors.

Boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom-boom… The door suddenly roared to life, the noise intensifying rapidly. The iron door, already on the verge of collapse, shattered instantly under the force. A terrifying head burst through the hole, its vicious eyes locked fixedly on the prey before it.

“Fire! Fire!” Ye Nan shouted urgently, ordering the men to open fire.

Tap-tap-tap… A barrage of machine-gun fire rained down like a storm on the Velociraptor’s head. Sparks flashed where bullets struck its scales—but in an instant, the Velociraptor closed its eyes, its hardened eyelids blocking every bullet.

The iron door was now riddled with dense bullet holes, seemingly turned into a sieve in an instant. Ye Nan knew this was due to the barrage.

In truth, the iron door had already been riddled with damage from the Velociraptor’s impacts; now, with most of the machine-gun fire also striking the door itself, the entire structure had become dangerously fragile.

Roar! The Velociraptor pulled its head back and let out an excited bellow. Its long, guttural cry made the little Godzilla in Ye Nan’s travel bag grow restless. It writhed and thrashed, trying to escape the bag.

“Damn it, little Godzilla, stop squirming.” Ye Nan slapped the bag hard, like a parent scolding a child. Instantly, little Godzilla fell still.

“Everyone, fall back. Watch out—the Velociraptor might strike suddenly.”

The laborers, who had just been celebrating their successful defense against the Velociraptor, turned pale at once. Remembering the legends of dinosaurs’ grudges, they were filled with regret.

“Don’t worry. Dinosaurs can’t recognize humans.” Alice voiced their fear and dismissed it.

Naturally, she wouldn’t tell them that while dinosaurs may look at humans the same, each person’s scent is unique—they memorize the scent of anyone who harms them, then seek revenge.

Boom! The iron door exploded open—but unexpectedly, it didn’t split in the center. Instead, it collapsed from both sides, leaving Ye Nan baffled. Still, he knew this wasn’t the time to question it—he slipped back quietly.

He wasn’t the hero of a movie, nor some bleeding-heart saint who’d draw a dinosaur’s hatred onto himself.

“What should we do, Dr. Hammond?” Ye Nan asked.

As the creator of the dinosaurs, Dr. Hammond understood them best—so Ye Nan turned to him.

“I don’t know either. Our cloning work merely reconstructed dinosaur DNA—we rarely observed them. In this regard, I might even know less than Dr. Alice.” Hammond shook his head, smiling bitterly.

He wanted to speak up—after all, they were now at the brink of life and death—but he truly knew nothing. The dinosaur genes came from blood trapped in amber; his role was only to reconstruct and produce them.

“I’m not clear on it either. Modern humans understand dinosaurs only through fossil studies—full of errors. Useful for reference, perhaps, but utterly useless to us.” Alice shook her head. For an extinct species, even her knowledge was limited—no true dinosaurs had ever existed in this world for study; everything was speculation based on fossils.

“Then we’ll have to fight.” Ye Nan stared at the approaching dinosaur, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes—though it vanished instantly.

The Velociraptor glared furiously at the tiny insects that had dared attack it. In its eyes, these insects were more hateful than the fleeing prey it had just lost—it would devour them all.

Roar! The Velociraptor let out a furious bellow, lunging forward head-down. As it neared a laborer, it lifted its head slightly, smashing the man into the wall.

The laborer slammed into the wall, blood gushing from all seven orifices. He gasped weakly, his face twisted in agony, as if trying to scream—but no sound came out.

Clearly, the Velociraptor’s strength had shattered every bone in his body. He still breathed, still lived—but endured unbearable pain. His current state was worse than death.

The other laborers gasped in horror. They stared at the Velociraptor, eyes filled with terror. Thinking of this cruel beast, and its creators, they glared with hatred at Ye Nan and Zhu Liye—and especially at Hammond, the original architect of this disaster.

Ye Nan disliked their gaze. He knew this look meant they intended to quit. “You’ve already drawn its hatred. There’s no turning back now. Don’t forget—it’s a dinosaur, not a human.”

Ye Nan’s words made them realize their situation: since the beginning, they had become the Velociraptor’s primary target. A dinosaur like this, holding grudges, would never let them go—unless they escaped or died.

But outside, the storm raged too fiercely to flee. Their puny limbs couldn’t outrun a creature as massive as the Velociraptor. Realizing this, they trembled with dread, casting hateful glares at Ye Nan and the other two.

Ye Nan felt no remorse at their hatred. From the moment they joined Jurassic Park, they had accepted the risk. Dinosaurs aren’t creatures that repay kindness—even their creators, once freed from restraint, would turn and bite.

These workers knew full well they were entering a den of carnivorous dinosaurs—and yet they came anyway. Why? For money. For money, they picked up machine guns. Now, paying with their lives? That was exactly what they should have expected. Ye Nan felt no sympathy.