"Rat-tat-tat."
Hundreds of bullets sprayed out like splashing water, hammering into the two Crocodile-men with a clanging din. Their hides were absurdly thick.
Only after emptying the entire five-hundred-round oversized magazine did the two Crocodile-men across from them stagger and die.
"Damn!"
Zhang Yang cursed. Without even bothering to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead, he swiftly changed the rifle's magazine. "Fatty, how much ammunition do we have left?"
"We've got ten 3×2.25 oversized magazines and 120 armor-piercing rounds left. Brother, go easy on them." Fatty Du Wei was carrying a gigantic Level 4 tactical pack. They had taken it from that logistics-support-class powered armor earlier.
However, along the way, with the loss of the +5 Luck divine-skill aura, the two of them had fallen into danger more than once. Those Crocodile-men were like hyenas—there was no end to killing them.
If Zhang Yang had not been exchanging Crocodile-man corpses for winding turns on the Destiny Compass all along, allowing him to detect the Crocodile-men sneaking up on them in advance, the two of them would probably have become a sumptuous dinner long ago.
"Bullshit. You think I don't want to conserve bullets? I'm not some crack shot. Being able to kill these Crocodile-men is already pretty good."
Zhang Yang spoke casually as he activated the Destiny Compass to harvest winding turns. Along the way, after deducting the winding turns he had already used, he had accumulated eight winding turns. Oh, and he also had one chance to use a mysterious winding turn, obtained for completing a mission.
But this was truly inexplicable. He and Fatty Du Wei had only been out for a little over half an hour—how had the mission already been completed?
He glanced at Fatty, who was also rapidly reloading. The guy was actually