"Not to mention President Eisenhower, no one can pass the level of President Torremon. The Sakurajima Kingdom was surrendered by two annihilating nuclear bombs summoned by President Torremon's skills."

"If others dare to come, they should go to the floor of our five-star general, General McAuan first."

...

Job-changers from the beautiful country checked the Internet, and many people speculated that it would be their turn next.

The other party's purpose is too obvious, and it is obvious that they are here for the quality of the shadow treasure chest.

Slightly weaker countries have been excluded. If you want to take it, take the shadow treasure chest of the Wuchang Federation.

"I heard that this Dragon Country man's profession is related to firearms. I would like him to see my marksmanship."

A white-skinned career changer turned the wheel.

"With your rubbish equipment, you look like a rookie."

"You'd better go back and eat the cherry pie your grandma baked."

The dark-skinned career changer laughed.

The opponent is equipped with epic level equipment and yet he dares to say harsh words.

"Shut up, you stupid woodchuck!"

"Do you want to taste my bullet!"

The job changer holding the revolver immediately took aim.

Even if he is very good, he does not allow others to point fingers.

"I'm a physical practitioner, can you hit me?"

The black career changer smiled arrogantly.

He immediately gave a provocative middle finger gesture.

The next moment.

Bang bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang!

The revolver fired dozens of bullets.

The black job-changer moved and dodged at an extremely fast speed.

"omg, you damn guy, I'm going to kick your ass hard with my boots!"

The black job-changer covered his wound with a painful expression.

If he hadn't opened a layer of defensive armor, he would have been shot into pieces.

"Oh my god, I hit them all?!"

The Revolver was amazed at his marksmanship.

He knows that his marksmanship is actually very good.

Normally when fighting monsters, nine out of ten bullets would miss the target.

But why do we always hit the target with perfect accuracy when hitting the opponent?

"Oh, my old man." A white career changer sent an invitation to the revolver, "I work in the Police Department of Beautiful Country, and we need people like you."
Chapter completed!