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Ma Weiyan looked at the zombies incessantly clawing at them, felt for his pockets searching for a cigarette. After a long search, he couldn’t find one and remembered that he had already smoked the last one.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
"I don’t smoke."
Ma Weiyan grabbed the walkie-talkie, "Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu, do you have any cigarettes over there?"
A moment later.
A voice came through on the walkie-talkie.
"Da da da... Damn, where are the bullet ...
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