Chapter 128: Tax Collection Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

The barracks not far from the checkpoint.

Milton arrived at the training ground in an armored vehicle, looking at the spirited troops, and nodded slightly.

Perhaps before long, these armies will cause great suffering to Our Majesty...

"Mr. 'Godfather'."

Yishimiya, who was responsible for training the sniper team, saluted Milton.

After recuperating at the hospital for a period of time, she and the other two rebel members' injuries had mostly healed.

"What?" Peng Sheng simply couldn't believe his ears; on the battlefield, such a thing could happen—total casualties under a thousand, yet they could win such a great campaign? And even capture so many alive?

"It's nothing, really. Just how did your team come together in the first place? And you all made it out safe and sound?" Chen Cheng asked doubtfully.

"Did he really die? Or should I go up and kick him a few times to test?" Xue Yi Xin said, walking toward Liu Hongde.

"If a twelfth-rank mage had such power, then would people still be unable to live?" The big man said, looking at the deep pit in the distance.

Okay, then let me ramble on two more sentences; the home internet is down, now using public internet, but that's not the point.

"What are you looking at me for?" Lin You Ran looked at Teng Yu Zhi with a puzzled expression; could it be there was something on her face? She subconsciously touched her face, but found nothing unnatural.

Those houses were all built on the hillside; after going upstairs from this side, one could directly walk out from the other side.

The class teacher had a look of calm composure; after Yun Mo Yu arrived, she didn't take the initiative to speak, but examined her from top to bottom and furrowed her brow.

After Chen Zhenhui left, Li Yilin came to Yue Yi's side, watching Chen Zhenhui and his son's happy appearance.

"The second, Xu Hongyun." Liang Hao continued speaking; although this person's combat power wasn't the strongest, they had always held important positions in the sect, so others had nothing to say.

It was Old Meng who faked it! Now exposed, Old Meng couldn't defend himself with a hundred mouths. But he felt he had to find out exactly what happened, to see if there was still a glimmer of hope to be found.

Cao Xuan originally planned to kick the fire turkey in the crotch, but didn't expect to see that it had actually pissed itself; that stench was truly too disgusting.

Yu Zhu felt not the slightest discomfort; upon first arriving here, everything seemed fresh, and she would occasionally squat by roadside stalls to look things over. Qian Yang had no spirit stones in his pocket and truly had no heart for shopping; he almost forcibly dragged Yu Zhu, following the address Qi Mu had previously given, to search for it.

The sleeve was rolled open, displaying ten names on it; behind each name corresponded a relevant introduction.

"……!" Instantly, Lu Yuqing made an expression of beating Tang Flying to a pulp; this impoverished fellow, daring to do such a thing, really beat him so badly even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

Immediately after, Lin Ke leaped into the air; in midair, he stepped out seven consecutive steps, his figure transforming into seven afterimages, dodging all seven attacks launched by the four True Spirit Nether Ghosts.

These two people's thoughts at this time were roughly similar to Qian Yang's; with their level, they could indeed do it with considerable confidence to score full marks, but people aren't machines—who could guarantee never making a mistake forever?

Murong Meng Han: "Not that meaning." Thinking: "Reverse Travel Technique, the risk is half, but if it succeeds, it can alleviate Xi Yan's physical condition for several years. Plus Lao Xuan's conditioning prescription, she could survive seven or eight years, should be no problem. Risk..." Before finishing speaking, he heard from behind.

A "professional" like him, being undead, no longer cared about most things in this world, but his pursuit of technique was endless. If he could meet a peer to exchange blacksmithing techniques, it would be a rare opportunity in a thousand years.