"Stop it!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Zhang Quezi walking slowly into the cremation center, leaning on an old-fashioned rifle full of bullet holes... Zhang Quezi had one leg planted on the ground, but his other good leg stood there steadily as if it had taken root.
His old M1 Garand rifle was covered with traces of time, and every scratch seemed to be telling a legend.
This old guy usually looked trembling like a candle in the wind, but now he was like an iron tower, blocking Mou Xuan.
His cloudy eyes now emitted a terrifying light, as if they could see through people's hearts.
"Whoever dares to touch the leader will be blown to the sky with this M1 Garand!" Every word he roared was filled with unquestionable majesty, shocking the hearts of everyone present.
Qiang Huchen was stunned. He pointed the sniper rifle in his hand at Zhang Quezi, but he did not dare to pull the trigger.
He knew that Zhang Guizi was the oldest soldier in the alliance and had a very high prestige. If he really shot him, it would probably cause an uprising in the entire alliance.
Liu Tiesuanpan's face also turned ugly. He didn't expect Zhang Guizi to stand up at this time.
This old guy usually keeps a low profile, but at critical moments he jumps out like a nobody to disrupt things.
Wu Yinyang's mechanical eyes flashed with a strange light, and Mu Treasure Hunter's logo flashed by, as if conveying some kind of information.
At the same time, the encrypted coordinates in Mou Xuan's palm began to heat up, as if guiding him to an unknown destination.
It felt like holding a red-hot iron in his hand, burning him to the point of trembling with fear.
He knew that a bigger storm was coming.
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