Chapter 281: Power of Wishes, Like a Tide, Airplane Cannon

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"Not bad, really not bad."

Zhou Ping'an looked at the bearded strong man's body slowly falling before him, with a hint of joy on his face.

He wasn't commending the man who was said to rank thirty-third on the "Black List" and leader of the "Zijing Mercenary Corps."

The man's strength, once firearms and the elite combination of his followers were excluded, was hardly worth mentioning.

This mercenary, known as "Phil," when the large-caliber sniper rifle in his hands could no longer hit his opponent,

had little he could do.

Other than putting a pistol to his own head and pulling the trigger.

The only way he could die with some dignity was to charge forward and test the power of the large-caliber Golden Eagle pistol bullets in Zhou Ping'an's hands with his own skull.

The result proved that Phil's head wasn't hard enough.

At least, not compared to the new type of pistol bullet recently produced by the lab in Zhou's hand.