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... they may be discovered. If they are unlucky, they may even be flanked by front and back.

Therefore, now it is necessary to issue orders decisively and make decisions.

And Jiang Chenxi is worthy of being the leader of this elite team, and immediately said decisively: "Get rid of this team as quickly as possible, don't attract the attention of the other side, and then pass quickly."

"Lin Wu, Qi, you all drive the mechas to open the way ahead, Xiaosi, be on full alert!" Jiang ...

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