The true combat power of the private armed forces under multinational corporations is at least four or five levels higher than that of the city gangs, no wonder they can be at ease with daily gunfights in the city, even allowing mercenaries to assassinate their lower-level employees.
Mantou nodded. She didn't know much about doing business, she just wanted to play with mechanics here, she didn't even want to enter the city. She went there once, it was noisy, chaotic, and had no meaning to her.
At this moment, the Great Britain Sword Saint suddenly ran into the workshop, striking an unstandardized military pose.
"The exoskeletons for the second batch of [Death Knights] have been loaded onto the vehicle, ready to depart at any time."
"....."
In the game, players are accustomed to letting themselves go, and this is gradually beginning to show.
For example, pain cars.
