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... Standing next to the barricade of wood, the marauder, with a Blade assault rifle hanging on his chest, yawned.
This shift from the second half of the night to the morning was the hardest.
Not only because of his exhaustion, but also anger.
Will someone really attack at this time?
At this point, except for the people who were on guard who were exhausted, everyone else was full of energy.
"When will this snow melt?" The marauder, who was holding a dog leash ...
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