Warlord

“You fool, you’ve spoiled my whole plan.

I can’t pretend to be arrested a second time.

If they recognize me, they’ll definitely drain my blood first before they talk about anything else. ”

The old drunk had changed out of the black dress he had worn earlier in the day, and was now wearing a gray shirt and a long trench coat.

As he chanted, he opened his windbreaker.

Inside this unremarkable trench coat were a number of pieces of firearms. The old drunkard took them off the trench coat and skillfully assembled them.

Not long later, a modified sniper rifle appeared before Zero’s eyes.

The sniper rifle was not in any of the zero known gun sequences. It was close to the old-fashioned Barrem, but the barrel was longer and thicker.

There were no aiming devices on the body of the rifle. Only God knew what range the old drunkard had to see, only then would he be able to hit the enemy with a sniper rifle like this.