The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 288: Striking Gold]

The massive crocodile fell silent. Hawke grabbed a rock and tossed it onto the creature's head, confirming it was dead.

Duran looked at Erica. "Nice shooting."

Erica switched off her Savage rifle safety, responding, "Thanks for giving me the shot."

Blood continued to pool from the croc, the scent intensifying.

Hawke approached the crocodile, measuring it with his foot. "Must be around five meters."

Duran stepped closer. "In terms of American crocodiles, this is quite massive. If you want something bigger, you'd have to head to Africa for Nile crocodiles or Australia for saltwater crocs."

"Africa?" Erica, slinging her rifle, approached. "When targeting Africa, hunting an elephant or lion would be ideal."

Duran perked up at the thought. "If you're interested, I could help you get in touch. Legal permits are limited every year."