There had already been plenty of mantises. If not a whole company, then at least three platoons.
So the question was, who would be the final oriole?
Wenren Sheng kept watching. Just then, Shi Shi suddenly said, "Master, I can't speed things up any further."
"Why?" Wenren Sheng asked.
"Lots more outsiders have arrived," Shi Shi replied honestly.
"Outsiders... Oh, I understand. The real oriole has appeared." Wenren Sheng perked up and looked toward the Underground Palace again.
"Rat-a-tat-tat..." A burst of machine-gun fire rang out. The foreign mercenaries who had set up a tight perimeter were all wiped out—of course, that was impossible.
After all, they were far more professional than the people before them.
Those earlier agents were merely Second Devils. They looked impressive, but they had little actual professionalism. They only knew how to bully ordinary people.
These mercenaries were different. They made their living through combat skills.
Don't challenge someone else's livelihood with your hobby. That was the idea.
From Wenren Sheng's perspective, three mercenaries had survived by hiding behind Liao Aoquan's coffin.
"Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll blow up the coffin!" one mercenary shouted at the newcomers.
"Heh, you think you can blow it up?" A Black Shirt appeared before him, fully armed, with even his eyes hidden behind Bulletproof Glass goggles.
The mercenary flew into a rage and opened fire.
Then he learned just how formidable his opponent was.
The bullets struck the man's body without leaving so much as a scratch.
Shooting his head was useless. Shooting his legs was useless.
There was still some effect, of course. The Black Shirt was pushed back several steps, but that was all.
Wenren Sheng nodded. When it came to technological armaments, the Patrol Division had naturally maxed out every point.
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