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In the room.
Jiang Ding gently stroked the over two-meter-long, heavy gun case, his nose seemingly detecting the scent of gun oil.
He opened it.
A pitch-black heavy machine gun with a metallic luster lay inside, its barrel's array patterns faintly visible, emitting a silent deterrence.
Model 89 heavy machine gun.
Made of N2702 spell-breaking alloy, the barrel engraved with half magic tool runes, equipped with a Falcon-1 scope, caliber 12.5mm, total length 2140mm, total weight 125KG, theoretical rate of fire 600 rounds per minute, effective range 5 kilometers, capable of piercing the conventional shields of cultivators at the ninth level of Qi practicing at that distance.
Another ammunition box at his side was also opened, with six linked belts neatly stacked.
Tatata!
After arranging the linked belts, he pulled the bolt, the six belts crisscrossed over his chest and back, Jiang Ding hefted the heavy machine gun, and his figure disappeared from the room.
By the deep pool,
