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... the rhythm of boots, steady and deliberate, echoing through the hollow space of the old Busan warehouse. The walls, streaked with decades of rust and salt-stained grime, seemed to breathe with the incoming danger.
Lin crouched behind a stack of wooden crates, his breathing slow and controlled, eyes tracking the shadows dancing across the cracked glass windows high above. Whoever was coming wasn't rushing. They moved with the measured confidence of professionals — trained operators, not s ...
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