"Wow! All of them are thin-skinned first levels. Zheng Tian, can your armor-piercing bullets take them out with one shot apiece?"
"Then Wen Lei and I will go in and gather these Ruined Beasts together. Zheng Tian, you take care of shooting them from the outside. Remember to use the silencer. The rest of you just watch, no need to get involved."
By the end of the day, the team had hunted one Third Level Ruined Beast, four Second Level Ruined Beasts, and 29 First Level Ruined Beasts.
The estimated total income was 247 points.
Ren Zhong would take 150 points, and the rest would share 97 points.
He earned more by doing more, and no one could argue with that.
On the return journey, the group was jubilant.
Ren Zhong didn’t join in the others’ silly cheerfulness.
He was pondering a question.
During the daytime hunts recently, although he increased the team’s profits slightly, he was still holding back.
He himself, and the others, were always in a subtle state of having strength but not having to use it as the opponent was already down, commonly known as not being fully satisfied.
Whether it was day or night, he could handle almost everything on his own, so his perception of the importance of team role distribution had slightly declined.
Now he realized the problem.
Having a skilled gunsmith in the team, proficient in remote attacks, felt quite satisfying.
Aggro handling, kiting, utilizing restrained types of ammunition for deadly attacks at the right moment...
These diverse utility roles were quite handy, saving a lot of effort and even enabling them to challenge some risky Ruined Beasts.
Yes, my night raid team indeed needs someone with remote attack capability.
This utility person could also make use of the motorcycle.
Putting a motorcycle in the already small cargo box of the Thunderbolt Car not only occupies space but also consumes more fuel, quite the loss.
Do I have a trustworthy gunsmith in the town?
As for Zheng Tian, Ren Zhong didn’t want to let her know too much for now.
Zheng Tian was a bit too self-serving. Handling such subordinates requires skill, using them well yields twice the result with half the effort, using them poorly can cause harm.
A young, tender face flashed in his mind.
Although this little guy just started off a few days ago, looking at it now, he’s still a half-product, trust comes first if he were to become a night team member, ability second, and talent third.
Yes, it’s decided, Yujin.
"What! You usually leave at seven-thirty PM and then return to the town by nine-thirty? What are you thinking? Aren’t you afraid of dying going out alone at that time?"
At seven-twenty in the evening, downstairs at his prefab house, Ren Zhong stared wide-eyed at the little one in front of him.
It had been 13 days since Yujin got the rapid-fire machine gun.
Ren Zhong didn’t know much about what he had been doing in those thirteen days or what he’d experienced.
But Ren Zhong felt that the other’s transformation was greater than he had imagined.
Yujin’s previously frail arms had become a bit sturdier.
On the one hand, it was the result of training, and on the other, since he had gained some hunting ability, his diet had improved.
He had grown stronger, but his skin had become paler than before, probably related to his habit of being out at night and resting during the day.
His eyes were slightly larger than before, no longer dull and lackluster, instead revealing a determined spirit.
Just an ordinary rapid-fire machine gun had indeed changed this boy’s fate.
Yujin replied, "Sir, my ranking among the temporary outcasts is too low. I have to improve quickly so that when the Pu Cha comes, I might have a chance to stay."
"What’s your hit rate when you burst fire at five bullets per second at a fifty meters oscillating target? What’s your deviation? How much can you increase the power on the newly bought training biochemical combat suit?"
"My hit rate is 85.7%, average deviation is less than 1.5mm. Right now, the power is set to 1.7 kilowatts."
This kid has something!
According to Zheng Tian, when the above data reaches at least 90%, below 1mm, and over 2 kilowatts respectively, one can basically pass the First Level gunsmith exam.
Yujin took only thirteen days to almost step into the realm of a First Level gunsmith from a blank slate.
This speed of improvement still falls infinitely short of his own, but his talent is absolutely not bad.
Ren Zhong dimly saw a tenacious weed breaking through the rock, growing wildly.
He had broken through the shackles of fate, as if a pearl no longer covered in dust, showcasing his talents wildly.
"Tell me how you’ve spent these days?"
Ren Zhong asked again.
Yujin respectfully said, "Ever since you gave me the gun the day after, I followed your guidance, started trying to hunt, and kept a proper distance from others. On the first day, I joined a temporarily formed Scavenger team. But..."