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... in the virtual machine.

Although they were lying down the whole time, the mental exertion was intense.

After leaving the Virtual Machine Room, they all retreated to their respective dormitories.

While Luo’er was somewhat satisfied with their last hostage rescue mission, the ambush that occurred during their extraction point did leave him feeling dejected.

Even though he knew that Zhuyan Yu had set it up, the failure to successfully rescue the hostages was still a ...

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