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... >Under the dim light, a lot of discarded equipment fell into place in the workshop, the rotten iron rod fell to the ground, and the air was filled with dust.
Zheng Yi's face was ashen, and his expression was extremely ugly. His mask fell on the ground, and several footprints had been stepped on, and the dirt was clearly visible.
At this moment, there were clear grey-black bullet marks on the ground beside Zheng Yi's feet.
The bullet casings were scattered, the gray black bur ...
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