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... smoke was like a thick and sticky curtain enveloping the entire space, the pungent odor pervasively spreading, seeping into every corner, making breathing difficult for those within. Lin Mo was huddled behind the wreckage of a scrapped police car, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the movement around him. His heartbeat thundered in his chest like war drums, each beat accompanied by the fear of death and the desire for survival. At this moment, hundreds of terrorists armed with the most ad ...
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