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... s hands on his knees, bent over, and started to vomit...
The sunlight dazzled his eyes, flashing before him the instant Nima fell, the warm smell of blood mingled with dust invading his nostrils, intensifying the urge to vomit.
Fifty meters away, behind the slope, both the Eagle and Lao Bai were sprinting towards them, the former clutching that 92-style pistol.
Those two shots just now were fired by the Eagle, with precise accuracy; fifty meters is indeed the maximum rang ...
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