The rewards he received from the mission this time could still be considered abundant. After deducting his living expenses and natural expenditures, his net gain was around 3500. This didn’t include the evolution point that he almost completed from cleaning out the nest of living corpses. With Su’s strength that had already reached third level, the living corpses that could have given an ordinary person one and a half evolution points didn’t even completely fill up one of Su’s. Of course, normal people would find it difficult to survive such a difficult battle.
It was another clear day.
Sunlight suffused with ultraviolet rays ruthlessly scorched the great earth. However, the thick cloak around Su’s body protected him from all sunlight. His walking speed wasn’t fast, but it was constant. He continued all the way until he stopped in front of the isolated ruins of a building. Under the blazing sunlight of day, most mutated creatures would choose to rest within their homes. As a result, Su actually decided to hurry along his way during this period of time even though he could display more of his power at night.
Su carefully inspected the villa that had half of its roof missing. Only after confirming that there were neither deadly living creatures hiding within nor was there a den of carnivorous beasts like violent armor-plated bears did he relax.
He brought out bullets that he used for his pistol as well as an alloy file. He then began to carve some strange patterns on the bullets. By treating these bullets in this way, the bullets would immediately explode soon after leaving the pistol, or as soon as they entered their target’s body, thus improving their destructive power. As for the issue with precision, it wasn’t something he needed to consider. When Su used the pistol, the distance from his target would never exceed thirty meters.
Su calmly modified the bullets one after another as if he would never get bored of doing such a thing. A box of bullets had already been completed, and the patterns on every single bullet were exactly the same. Even if they were carved by a precise machine, it would probably not be any better.
Su carefully put away the bullets and then brought out the second case of bullets. The two hours of repetitive labor didn’t seem boring to him at all. Through the experiences of living alone in the wilderness, he learned that having enough patience was essential to survival.