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"Damn, a machine gun, a 25mm autocannon. This guy actually disassembled an autocannon from a fighter jet, and he can easily carry it in his hands... Get down, everyone get down!"
Roger originally thought that since he was following behind Zhou Ping'an, such a fierce man, he wouldn't have to worry about the assassins rushing over causing any harm to him.
Because compared to the immense pressure Zhou Ping'an exerted,
his own skills weren't worth wasting an extra bullet on.
But once again, he found that he was too optimistic.
The other party was carrying the autocannon as easily as if it were a small car, and yet he seemed to exert no effort at all; rather, it looked as if he were carrying a stick.
How broad would the sweep of fire be when he started shooting?
Just how strong was his body?
And just how durable.
"Recognized him yet?"
Zhou Ping'an's mouth turned up slightly.
He realized that he still had underestimated the experts ranked on the Black List.
