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... nd it wasn't people but the ghosts that caught his eyes, and those ghosts walked towards the gate of the playground with a pair of expressions.
Mudge's palms were cold and sweaty, and his throat was throbbing.
"Fuck, what's going on in this mission world?" Mudge singled up the collar of the woman who brought them in.
He was an anti-drug policeman and was accustomed to the fierce methods of death, gunfights, and gangster killings, but at this moment his heart appeared for a l ...
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