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... ame time, some people were sleepless that night.

  Deng Hai was interrogated.

   But he explained quickly.

  By now, his heart is ashamed.

  So everything was explained, including the process of reason and even the inner thoughts along the way.

   This also made the face of the commander who was lighting a cigarette in the commander's office dark and frightening after receiving the report in the middle of the night.

   Shaking with anger, but also a grea ...

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