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... erse the car.
"The patrol room is fine." Jin Kemu sat in the back seat, leaned on the seat, biting a cigarette in his mouth, as if he was choked by the cigarette, coughed repeatedly, opened the window, and threw the cigarette **** out.
"That's it?" Cheng Qianfan looked at the rearview mirror and asked casually.
"Qianfan, do you still have sulfa in your hand?" Jin Kemu asked.
"If someone asks, it may not be there." Cheng Qianfan turned the steering wheel sk ...
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