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... eeds swayed.
The short man cursed as he walked further into the tent, but before he could move, he felt a chill on his neck. Reflexively reaching up, he found his palm covered in warm blood.
He tried desperately to shout, but his neck, pierced by the edge of a porcelain bowl, could only produce a faint gurgling sound and nothing more.
"Bang! Bang!" He fired two shots aimlessly, and the bullets from the Type 92 pistol narrowly grazed Guo Xiaohua’s ear.
He coldly st ...
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