Once the gear was fitted, Li Su had no intention of trying it out.
After all, twenty kilometers away, the others had arrived by now.
There were a hundred of them in total, fully armed.
Their auras were solid and condensed, and they were quite strong. They were probably the base's elite.
Among them, Li Su spotted an acquaintance—Chen Long.
Ignoring them, he looked straight at Luo Yu. "How do you plan to transport the prey?"
"Using drones!"
"Oh? What's their carrying capacity?"
"One thousand jin!"
"Half a ton per trip. Eight hundred thousand tons means roughly 1.6 million flights."
Li Su thought for a moment, then said, "Your base should have quite a few drones, right?"
Luo Yu froze for a moment. She had not expected Li Su to be worried about that.
It was not just Luo Yu. The others could not help but laugh as well. Of course, they knew it was not Li Su's fault.
After all, he was an outsider. He did not understand the power of technology.
The base had never lacked food because of transportation problems.
Luo Yu immediately said, "You don't need to worry about that. We still have two thousand usable ones, all brand-new. Each has a flight range of ten thousand kilometers, or 4,100 kilometers at full load, and only needs one hour to recharge."
The meaning was obvious: transportation would not be a problem at all.
For the base, transportation had never been the real difficulty in hunting. Given their current situation, ten drones at most would have been enough.
If they could hunt over a hundred tons in a single day, that would already count as a bountiful haul.
After all, the greatest difficulty in hunting was often not killing the prey, but finding it.
That was the