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... me thicker. When the lights of the defense forces swept near him, his body was completely integrated with the night, and did not attract the attention of the defense forces.

The black figure walked through the defensive network, known as the Death Zone, and walked straight into the silver street.

The fog faded, and his figure gradually appeared, surrounded by the cold atmosphere, striding forward and going straight to the depths of Silver Street.

"The outsider came from the ...

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