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... f Mole in this?"

“Is the Navy going to imprison the disaster relief Quinn, or is it going to impose her punishment?”

The flash squeaked and slammed into a piece. The Mole was almost flashed, and at the same time, he was shocked and angry. How could these reporters get news so quickly, even if they came to the Navy headquarters to block themselves?

This is good, and it was reported by these reporters that it is impossible for the Navy to hide the news and get more room for ma ...

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