C189 You Don't Have to Eat Me

The Antiaircraft Warship began its slow descent from the sky. Zhang Hai was lounging on the deck, legs crossed, radiating smug satisfaction. The soldiers he had dispatched were carrying some contraband with them, such as Devil Moving Torpedoes, Disruptor Ammo, and plenty of Mist Bombs. After all, if he was going to take someone out, he couldn't afford to go easy