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... the dense woods a kilometer from Long Island Prison, his heart pounding like a war drum. Beside him, four hundred mercenaries—hardened killers hired at a steep price—waited in silence, their faces shadowed under tactical gear. Stan had spared no expense, equipping them with top-tier body armor, bulletproof vests, and an arsenal of light and heavy weapons: assault rifles, grenade launchers, and enough ammo to level a small country. Franklin checked his watch, then raised his binoculars, scanning ...
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