PREVIEW
... back to the group, tires kicking up clouds of dust and gravel. She slammed on the brakes, the car skidding to a stop near the carnage of the earlier SWAT massacre. The rear door flew open, revealing a chaotic pile of firearms and ammunition spilling across the back seat—rifles, pistols, magazines, and grenades, all looted from the wrecked convoy. The metallic tang of gun oil mingled with the lingering stench of blood and cordite, creating a heady cocktail that set Jason’s pulse racing. This was ...
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