Kang Chan couldn’t count how many enemies were squeezing out of the three trucks, but there had to be at least twenty people per truck.0

Bang! Bang! Bang!0

You motherfuckers! If you want to die so fucking badly, then be my guest! 0

Strangely, the more he pulled the trigger, the more venomous he felt. To see his enemies throw away their lives so flippantly made him furious. How could they lunge at him in the bright moonlight just to have a shot at slitting his throat with their gleaming blades?0

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!0

Kang Chan killed one enemy after another, sending them falling backward with every pull of the trigger. 0

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Enzo stood with his hand on the machine gun, staring at Kang Chan in amazement. 0

They were well over a hundred meters away from their opponents. Firing the three-kilogram FAMAS rifle in a standing position from here was no easy feat. 0

And yet, here Kang Chan was, picking off enemies one at a time with pinpoint accuracy. 0

Although he was Asian, since North Koreans were not allowed to join the Foreign Legion, he had to have come from South Korea. 0

Even a sniper couldn’t keep shooting from that position. Enzo had never seen a monster like Kang Chan in his four years at the Foreign Legion. A man like...0