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Mercenary King: Got Question? Ask My RPG!

There was a classic saying that prevailed in the era of thermal weapons. "All fear comes from insufficient firepower." Don't believe? Looking at the muzzle of a cannon bigger than your head, and say it again? ... Starting off by being kidnapped, in order to survive, Gao Guang was forced to become a member of a private military contractor. And thus, an unexpected legend began to unfold... Stallone from [First Blood]? Jason Statham from [The Expendables]? Keanu Reeves from [John Wick], the one who's best at using all kinds of firearms? Come on, all of these are nothing compared to Gao Guang!! --- Finally, until one day, in the field of private military forces, he completely made the term "Gao Guang moment" became a professional term! Countless criminals, mercenaries, murderers, and private armed organizations would pee their pants at the mention of the name Gao Guang! "Hello, my name is Gao Guang." "I am dedicated to providing war-related peripheral services, including but not limited to force, arms, intelligence, and technical support." "As the conscience of the industry, our quality is trustworthy. Please don't hesitate, don't pinch your goddamn wallet, and make an appointment with my beautiful secretary as soon as possible. Warm reminder, we only accept cash." "Gao Guang, Your best choice!"

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Chapter 712: Beloved Killed in Action_3

"My gun! It's been blessed! It won't burst! It won't hurt me!"

Patrick's machine gun trembled as he fired. The sound of his voice made him seem as if he was jolting.

Too idealistic, those around Patrick thought it was funny, but he couldn't shout about gun bursts anymore.

"Change the ammo!"

Thirty rounds of ammunition were spent in a flash. The man next to Patrick ran out of bullets; he could only reload rather than ask Patrick to discard the machine gun to avoid an explosion near his chest.

Just then, as the flanks collapsed, a grenade rolled at Patrick's feet. The person who was re-loading kicked the grenade away, just as a hand reached out, holding a gun directed at Patrick.

Patrick's machine gun tilted as he opened fire, shooting before his enemy, but then another man appeared, grabbing the barrel of the gun Patrick was firing.

In a moment of desperation, people can lose their reason; probably no one thought about how hot the red-hot barrel would be.