Chapter 4: The large sniper rifle with a caliber of three kilometers and a gun barrel of ten kilometers.

Indigenes of this world looked almost exactly like them.

Not only was their language the same, they even heard some familiar accents from some of them.

But indigenes of this world and those who traveled here were natural enemies.

As soon as they met, they would draw their swords against each other.

For many times, those so-called players who came were able to conceal their identities very well, but once they started fighting or killing, a line of small words like "Player XX" would appear above their heads.

It looked like some kind of garbage online game.

...

"Huff!"

Scar Dog breathed heavily and relaxed when he saw no cars chasing in the rearview mirror, but he didn't dare let his guard down immediately and held the shotgun in his arms, constantly keeping an eye on his surroundings.

They didn't talk to each other.

This stolen private car was connected to City 18's Law Enforcement Bureau. Once someone reported the car missing, the bureau would retrieve the real-time audio transmitted from the car.

That is to say, any conversation between the two of them in the car would eventually be heard in the Law Enforcement Bureau.

So, they naturally wouldn't talk at this time in order not to reveal any information.

Quickly,

they both drove out of the city and came to the wilderness, driving the car along a small bumpy road, before tossing a lit lighter into the fuel tank and quickly retreating in the opposite direction.

Soon, a thick flame rose violently behind them.

Before long,

they arrived by a rather dirty river, where thick layers of oil stains and all kinds of white trash, as well as miscellaneous weeds and branches, floated on the surface.

During the scorching summer, the smell was unbearable.

After sweeping the area to make sure no one had followed them, and checking each other carefully to ensure that they had no eavesdroppers, locators, or any other miscellaneous items on their bodies.

They looked at each other.

Without any hesitation,

they pinched their noses and jumped in.

"Plop!"

Small splashes of water erupted.

Both Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog dove underwater and swam backward instead of forward.

The structure beneath the soil at the edge of the river was somewhat unusual.

It was concave shaped.

Under the riverbank, instead of solid land, there was a hollow space. The surface of the soil was not very thick due to the erosion of the corrosive materials in the river water, leaving only an empty space beneath it.

And this layer of soil wasn't directly connected to the river water, but rather left a gap about half the height of a person in between.

"Huff!"

When Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog reached this spot, they peeked out of the water, took a look at each other, and greedily breathed in the air that had a strong metallic taste.

Soon, a huge shipping container stood not far in front of them.

The height of this container was much higher than the water surface, but it didn't connect with the upper soil, so it not only ensured that the river water wouldn't flow into it, but also provided a high enough distance for them to crawl into it from the entrance.

This container might have been washed here by the river water and just happened to get stuck.

When they discovered this container, it became their secret base, where they stored loads of food and the items they collected painstakingly.

This secret base was indeed safe, for the most part.

Ordinary people would never imagine that there was an empty space below the edge of the river bank, let alone a huge container hidden in it.

Furthermore, it wouldn't be detected by the law enforcers' hunting dogs or those damned Mutated Beasts. The heavy metallic taste masked all other smells, making Kerr Cowell and the others untraceable.

Of course... it had some architectural problems.

No one knew when the layer of soil above the container would collapse and bury it completely.

They had tried their best to build many triangular racks with rivets and brackets on the surface of the soil, supporting it.

After all, only the area around the container was empty, and the surrounding was still solid.

But how long it could last, only God knew, as they weren't architects.

Soon, the two climbed into the container.

They discarded their wet clothes in a corner, washed themselves simply with water reserved inside, changed into new clothes, and then sat inside the container to check their loot.

The container was standing at the bottom of the river.

This was a relatively large container, with a bottom about the size of a master bedroom.

A table, two sofas, and some items they collected were placed inside.

Kerr Cowell's hand cannon and Scar Dog's shotgun were assembled from these items.

"Mr. Jacob,"

Finally relaxed, Scar Dog put his shotgun on the table with a hint of excitement in his voice, "We made a fortune this time. Not only did we get a Self-controlled Rotating Turret of Steel Sword, but we also got one million credit points for free."

"What a good fortune indeed,"

"I have to check what day it is. I've decided that from now on, this day will be my lucky day."

"It's too soon to say if it's good fortune or bad fortune."

Kerr Cowell stared hopelessly at the Steel Sword Self-Controlled Turret, "This turret is obviously an order purchased by a major power. We intercepted it and made an enemy."

"We also pretended to be nightwalker and took the one million credit points from the Cold Wolf Gang. After we get exposed, we'll become enemies with both nightwalker and Cold Wolf Gang."

"Moreover, we've completely fallen out with Culver."

"In this operation, we made enemies with four different powers. This must be some sort of Gifted talent."

"But in contrast, the harvest is quite substantial."

Laughing carefree, Scar Dog said, "Our ancestors were right, risk and gains always coexist."

"Indeed."

Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog looked at each other and began checking out the loot they had placed on the table in a sack.

...

They have been in this damned world for three months.

Killing Mutated Beasts would drop items, but most of them were not very powerful.

Sometimes, they could pick up some scattered item parts, which could be combined into some more powerful items when properly assembled.

When they first arrived in this world, a voice rang in their heads explaining that players from all over the world had time-traveled here, giving each player a Random Talent. After that, the voice never sounded again.

And the talent Kerr Cowell received was,

'Reckless Modification.'

'You can break through physical limitations and modify any firearm-type weapons in your mind. As long as you have enough materials and items for enhancement, you can create weapons like a large caliber sniper rifle with a three-kilometer bore and a ten-kilometer-long barrel.'