252 It’s 12PM!

Ping ping ping!

The black "Hurricane" handgun in Feng Luo's hand fired a string of bullets.

A Level 35 Elite forest python, silently slithering from the fallen leaves on the ground towards the position where the two of them were lying in ambush, was directly hit in the brain and killed by Feng Luo's six bullets.

"Eh, Old Feng, why did you fire again? Don't we want to ambush?" Big Pineapple turned to glance at him.

"It's time. There should be no one around at the moment."

Feng Luo weighed "Hurricane" in his hand, still more satisfied with the feel of this gun. At the same time, he tore his eyes from the supply box used as a trap not for away.

"It's time? What time?" Big Pineapple asked.

Peng, peng, peng…

A very vague sound traveled simultaneously from all directions into the two's ears. Due to the cover of the trees, this sound was a little unrealistic.