The Dragon Trafficking Team man, with confidence on his face, said, "A total of one hundred and twenty-three flying dragon corpses."
Over a hundred.
Wu Heng showed no change on his face, but he was somewhat surprised inside.
The last time he had killed a Dragon Trafficking Team impersonating pirates, he had obtained more than twenty flying dragon bodies.
When brought to Zombie World, circling over the airport, they even deterred the central rescue team who came in fighter jets.
In terms of the size of the flying dragons, over a hundred was already a lot.
Flying in the sky, they would block the sun.
But in Wu Heng's view, aside from throwing solid iron bullets in Zombie World, other attacks might not need flying dragons.
It was more about deterrence.
A sky full of skeleton flying dragons was enough to reduce many unnecessary troubles.
"Check them," Wu Heng said indifferently.
