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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!"

Just Like Water · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
786 Chs

Chapter 63 Please Let Me Get Off The Bus_1

John didn't know why he was nervous, but the person who was hit by the car actually stood up, one hand on the hood, cursing with foul language, then quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist, aiming it at Gao Guang who was driving.

Gao Guang pulled out a gun and handed it to John, then he pulled out his own gun with his left hand, placing it against his thigh where it couldn't be seen from outside the car.

With a loud bang, the black man who stood up in front of the car hood slammed his hand against it, pointed the gun at Gao Guang and roared, "Get out of the car! You hit me, damn it..."

The black man who got up with the support of the car cursed loudly but his attention was quickly drawn to a scuffle on the sidewalk, so he managed to stand up straight, waving his pistol and shouting, "Catch him, catch him, kill him..."

About a dozen people were ganging up on one person, but the person who was being attacked was dodging left and right in the crowd, as agile as a cat.