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... street, casting a warm golden hue. Yet, to the survivors under the tyranny of the tyrant’s pursuit, it felt like plunging into an icy cave. As the carnage spread, the air began to mingle with the stench of blood.
The middle-aged driver nudged the brim of his duckbill cap with his finger, then blew a whistle in the style of a Western cowboy while holding his assault rifle level, aiming at the silhouette of someone in frantic retreat.
Pop pop, a precise single shot, two bullets ent ...
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