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... the iron whistle to his lips:
"Tweet—"
Upon hearing the whistle, the police line, which had been continuously retreating and buckling inwards, seemed to freeze in absolute stillness for an instant.
The next moment, the entire line began to writhe again, but in the opposite direction—the inwardly curved crescent moon, like a drawn bowstring, rebounded after hitting its limit.
The front rank shield bearers delivered a wave of uneven shield bashes. The dense but diso ...
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