Capítulo 975: Traps and Blockages

In a blink of an eye, the three of us at the front followed Megan's line of sight before a bunch of feathers puffed into the air, but unfortunately, it was a browned-feather duck that had a very short neck.

We could've salvaged its meat if it didn't take too much damage but a 1-oz slug, a 5.56x45mm cartridge, and a Dragon's Breath shotgun load were way~ more than "too much", because not only was it blown to bits, but it was also roasted to fucking imperfection.

But yeah, a few including me stifled a laugh while Sebastian and a few others sighed from the scare before Logan loaded another Dragon's Breath on his Tac-12 and shot the wasp nest.

It looked like he was doing a fireworks show due to the shade provided for us—and the specific shotshell used, of course, but we were careful to wait and check if we caused accidental fires around.