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... nger on the trigger of the Thomson he was holding in his arms. He then walked off the Hell Bus, timing it perfectly, and aimed at the somewhat bewildered silhouette of the middle-aged woman in the fog.
He didn't hesitate for a moment.
He pulled the trigger.
The next second—
Tens of thousands of bullets, like tigers bursting out of the forest and fireworks lighting up by the thousands, charged into the fog carrying with them a blinding light, enveloping the middle- ...
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