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... Service vehicles, let out a piercing screech of tire friction, accelerating fiercely like an arrow released from a bowstring, rushing through the dangerous crossroads, leaving any possible follow-up shots behind.
Inside the car, the agents’ bodies remained tense, blocking Little Bush from the windows like a wall. Only after confirming temporary departure from the danger zone did they slightly relax, but their hands still rested on the gun holsters under their arms.
“Mr. President ...
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