A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

It can be used to judge if there are any tracking tags placed on oneself, detecting about 80% of electronic devices and some items.


He removed a manhole cover, cautiously poked his head out, and once he saw no movement in the surroundings, he agilely climbed out from the well, lay down on a pile of weeds nearby, took a few deep breaths, and looked triumphantly disdainful.


"Back then, even the federal task force didn't catch me, and a few petty thieves want to catch me?"


A surprised voice sounded from the side: "Yo, you're that good?"


Scar Dog squatted on a dead tree branch, looking at the fat man lying beneath a straw stack below with a half-smile, and said: "How did you become so good? Why don't you tell me about your heroic story? I'm curious."


Chapter 360: These damned lowly people, they should all die! _4