The sudden impact turned Zhenxiu's face pale. Her wide, clear eyes stared in disbelief at the fallen door.
Standing in the doorway was a hulking figure, blocking out the sunlight, filling the entire doorframe with his presence. The burly man had a rugged, dark face, with thick eyebrows and piercing eyes. His graying mustache and a tattoo of strange script, possibly Sanskrit, marked his left cheek.
He wore a sleeveless leather jacket, exposing his muscular arms, and steel-studded gloves. Two rows of machine gun bullets hung across his chest. What was most alarming was the gun barrel peeking over his shoulder.
Anyone familiar with firearms would quickly recognize the weapon as an American-made Gatling M134 rotary machine gun. This heavy-duty gun could fire up to 6,000 rounds per minute, ten times the rate of an ordinary machine gun.
