The sand and stones flew, smoke and dust filled the air, the center of the battlefield was in chaos, summoned by the [Hard Man's Gun], the protagonists of Hollywood action movies were the kings of war, human limits,
using all kinds of firearms with incredible skill, running at high speed while compressing the machine gun trajectory into a single point.
Yet before the Sun-absorbing Chicken, they were still easily slaughtered.
The big rooster flung sharp arrow feathers, piercing through the abdomens of several tough guys, pinning them to the wall. It then turned around, crushing the chests of two tough guys with its claws.
"Hiss..."
That tough guy, completely defying basic physiological laws, with his chest clearly caved in, didn't go into shock from the pain but somehow pulled out a homemade cigarette and took a deep drag,
then with a smile on his lips, with his last bit of strength, pulled the pin on the bomb vest.
Boom!
