The sound of gunfire echoed, a thin wisp of smoke drifted from the gun barrel.
Taking away the pain of the dying Li Hu.
At this moment, Liu Qian, who was collecting the nearby desert wolf corpses with Ding Yi, walked up behind Lin Feng:
"Should we take him away?"
"We've found the remaining seven wolf corpses."
"The load on the tricycle is nearly a ton now."
The late-stage desert wolves weighed a hundred kilograms, and the wolf pack leader, less than four meters long, weighed over three hundred kilograms.
Lin Feng raised the points card in his left hand:
"Take it, this is the explanation for them."
"I'll ride afterward, you two take a rest."
After loading Li Hu's body onto the cart, Lin Feng got into the driver's seat and found it unsettlingly hot inside, as the iron-plated enclosure allowed little airflow.
