On the street, soldiers of the Wei Family militia, dressed in olive-green uniforms, each held assault rifles, hurriedly forming ranks and utilizing the street's terrain, even setting up machine guns, clearly intending to block the advancing enemy.
As soon as Ye Qingzhou appeared, countless bullets transformed into a torrent of metal, pouring towards him.
Amidst the hail of bullets, Ye Qingzhou strolled as if walking leisurely in a courtyard, pacing calmly, allowing the bullets to fall like raindrops on the combat puppet, producing a clinking sound.
"The energy accumulation is a bit slow, don't you have something with a bit more power?"
Feeling the puppet's internal True Qi Slot was less than one-seventh full, Ye Qingzhou's tone was slightly dissatisfied: "Give me something with more punch."
Soon enough, something with more punch arrived!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~
