"Damn it, how big a magazine you bastard has!"

Hong Lei cursed in anger while flying backwards.

Even if it is not a fatal injury, it seems that it is a heavy blow directly hit by a chariot and hit the human body, which is still extremely painful.

Moreover, the shameful feeling of being easily knocked away by a low-level warrior is absolutely unpleasant.

...

What size magazine?

There are ten magazines for this modified white sniper.

Ten cubic space grids.

Yes, all the standard spaces seized by Chu Yun were handed over to Yang, and then all of them expanded to the white long sniper with superb, superb and weird technology.

Of course, these ten space grids are still ** and are not connected.

The spatial connectivity problem that the Federal Academy of Sciences cannot solve, so Yang naturally cannot solve it either.
Chapter completed!