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... room, the iron gate was blown apart by a tiny explosive charge and was dusty.
Li Zongyuan looked at the dusty sky at the gate.
The dust and iron in the air gradually fell.
The figure standing at the door gradually showed a slim figure.
The other party holds the remote control for adjusting explosives in one hand and a gun in one hand.
His face is cold.
"You..." Li Zongyuan looked at the familiar figure but felt strange, and looked straight.
At th ...
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