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- "Me?" I thought for a while and said, my dog ??tags and equipment were indeed taken away when I was captured, but because they could transmit information, they were used by the other party to mislead the search and rescue team and were thrown away. Butcher and the others picked them up again. Me. "
"So, this is the strangest thing." Genius said, "The trigger signal has been changing with Cali Cruz's position after being captured. This means that even if it was not him, it was collected by Cali Cruz. But I don¡¯t understand you¡ª¡±
"We won't talk about this now." The knight looked at the mourners who had appeared in the distance and were running towards the team guarding our knife table. We must rush to snatch the table back before them. "
"Get ahead of them? Hey!" The butcher sat next to me and sneered, "We'd better kill all these people while we can still fight."
"What? You also -" I looked back at the butcher. The guy's expression was as usual, and there was nothing wrong with him. I looked at the speed machine next to him. He didn't speak, but there was a little sweat on the tip of his nose.
The knight pondered for a moment and said on the radio: "That's too dangerous!"
"It's too late! Do you think I'm blind?" The butcher opened the weapon station exit on the roof of the car, leaned out and held the M34RGU-9/gun that had been replaced to increase the firepower, and then pulled the double-jointed spikes on the side. Infrared and TV camera sighting devices for anti-tank missiles.
"Butcher, wait¡ª¡ª" Before the knight could finish his words, the spike anti-tank on the roof of our car had already been ejected to the front of the car, and the sudden burst of flame steam in the air blew away the dust on the windshield. After the first shot pounced on the Mark 4 equipped with a TOW anti-tank missile, the second shot pounced on the G500 equipped with a GMG grenade launcher.
¡°Kill them all!¡± The Butcher shouted on the radio as two military vehicles exploded. After seeing the explosion, Pioneer stepped on the accelerator, and the car jumped forward and rushed towards the convoy in front. At the same time, the team in front also reacted, and the backlog of weapons turned around and fired at us.
The enemy¡¯s convoy consisted of seven off-road vehicles, three trucks and five container trucks at the front and rear. As soon as Butcher¡¯s missile took off, the missiles in the remote-controlled weapon station on Daxiong¡¯s car next to them also took off. The main targets of the six-shot missile attack are trucks and heavily armed off-road vehicles.
??The explosions were lined up in a "one" shape, and the road ahead suddenly became a sea of ????fire, and most of the targets were destroyed. However, the enemy soldiers jumped out of the car after discovering us, and the casualties were limited. The shoulder-fired missile immediately took off and flew towards us. Seeing the white smoke rising from the roadside, the vanguard was also a lunatic. Instead of stopping, he accelerated forward, turned in a direction and stopped in the middle of the road. On the left side of the escape convoy, missiles emitting white smoke passed by our car window and flew towards the vehicles behind us. From the rearview mirror, we could see Daxiong and the others parking their car and scattering. There was a roar. I wonder if any of the brothers were injured.
"Accelerate! Accelerate!" When approaching the enemy convoy, the Butcher held the emergency manual operating handle of the machine gun and fired. Gatling fired a laser-like line of fire, hitting the enemy vehicles parked on the road. The car that was struck by the fire whip spurted fire from all directions like a matchbox with a cigarette butt dropped into it. After our convoy rushed over, the hit car exploded.
Driving past the mourner's vehicle, we exchanged fire with the soldiers next to the other party's vehicle at a distance of half a meter. The bullet casings falling like rain slid from the roof of the car through the window with smoke, making it difficult for us to distinguish the direction of the bullets. . The opponent's mg3 machine gun swept out rows of white dots on the windshield, and the large-caliber sniper rifle directly penetrated the bulletproof glass and smoked the radio station on the center console. I loaded the G3 I just got with the -MG drum, stretched it out from the shooting port on the car door, and shot at all the targets that looked like living people passing by on the right side. Since I didn¡¯t expect to shoot in a car, I There was no shell collector installed, so the shells bounced around in the carriage and burned me several times. The sound of enemy bullets hitting the car door made me think that I would be beaten into pieces many times.
"Accelerate! Accelerate! Rush over! Rush over!" The butcher finished a box of 500 rounds of ammunition. He had no time to reload the ammunition conveyor belt, so he took out his pistol and shouted while shooting. The Pioneer obediently accelerated into the cloud of smoke bombs and drove until the sound of bullets hitting the body armor could no longer be heard.
As soon as the car stopped, I rushed out of the car with the G3 and speed machine, while the butcher was loading the machine gun inside. The vanguard turned the car around and parked in front of a bus to block himself. In the thick smoke, I could see many civilians in the bus looking out through the window glass, covering their mouths and noses. They saw us getting off the bus with guns in hand. Many of the men took out 47 rifles, but they were burned red by the butchers. The barrel of the gun frightened me, and I flicked the muzzle to signal them to leave, so a carload of people quickly jumped out of the car and ran into the distance.
I jumped on the front of the bus, stepped on the windshield and climbed onto the roof filled with luggage, pulled the sniper rifle behind me and looked into the distance through the scope. We at leastMore than 600 meters away from the site of the exchange of fire, the mourners and Big Bear in the distance occupied both sides of the road and fought a positional battle across the fleeing convoy. It was difficult to see the trajectory in broad daylight, but grenades and rocket launchers exploded on vehicles filled with furniture from time to time. The fragments from the explosion injured many pedestrians lying on the ground. There were explosions, screams, prayers and There was a mixture of shouts and curses. The mourners were worried that our car would rush back after it rushed over, so they seemed a little hesitant. The gunshots kept ringing like New Year's firecrackers. There were no buildings around this section of the road. Both groups used vehicles and pedestrians as cover. Soon the streets were filled with corpses.
The butcher drove the car to the side path and used the long range of the gu-9/machine gun to harass the mourners from behind and divert their firepower away from me. However, due to the sand-proof ditch on the roadside, The effect of the trenches was not obvious. The opponent responded with GMG grenade launchers. Every time a grenade landed around the car, it exploded like a small grenade. Although the car was not hit by the explosion, the fragments hit the car body and splashed out dazzling sparks.
The speed machine was hidden by a light pole on the side of the road. I lowered myself as low as possible and hid behind a low cabinet. The mourners on the opposite side obviously still haven't noticed us, and they still focus their firepower on the butcher's car. They have loaded both light and heavy firearms and have paralyzed the car on the trail.
I quickly used the scope to locate their snipers and heavy firemen in the enemy's lines. The two gmg grenadiers were very conspicuous, but the snipers were not so easy to find. Undertaker is not a weak player, their sniper is very well hidden, I searched around but couldn't find it.
"I'll come first!" After saying this, the speed machine shot down the gmg grenadier who was attacking the butcher, then ran away with the gun. His front feet left his position, and a dense rain of bullets blew away the flower bed where he was hiding, including the shrubs and turf.
The sniper didn¡¯t shoot!
"Do it again!" I demanded, even though it was cruel.
The speed machine poked its head out from behind an old Volvo car and before it fired, I heard a buzzing sound. The external fuel tank of a truck parked next to the car in the center of the speed machine suddenly exploded. At the same time, I was aiming. A line of dust and smoke was seen on the tool, which was the sniper's position.
This kid was hiding in a shallow pit behind the bullet-proof door of a military vehicle that had been blown down from the vehicle and thrust diagonally into the ground. He was shooting in the direction of the speed machine from the broken window, but I didn¡¯t have the right angle to hit them.
I have no angle! And you? I looked back at the speed machine, only to find that this guy was still leaning on the back of the Volvo, standing in the sea of ????fire with a gun in his hand. His right leg was stained with fuel, and the flames were spreading upwards along his military pants. Even though his uniform was fireproof, the heat would still melt away his skin. But he didn't even move the corner of his mouth, and the muzzle of the SSG9 didn't even tremble. He stood there like a statue, and his perfect movements were as precise as a standard sniper model.
boom! When the gunfire rang out, the speed machine quickly retreated to the side of the road, sat on the sand and piled sand over his legs to put out the burning flames. I looked back in the direction of the sniper. A medical man rushed behind the car door. After a while, when he returned to the other team members, he held a Finnish SOTRG-42 in his hand.
I turned around and put my face in front of the scope, staring at the rows of ferocious-looking enemies on the opposite side, but the perfect picture of the speed machine's counterattack still stayed in my mind. The only feeling is that the speed machine is a born sniper. God created him to be worshiped by people like us.
There was a lot of noise on the radio, a mixture of shouts, curses and warnings, and the situation of the motorcade parked in the distance sounded very bad.
Shoot! what are you doing? The speed machine roared on the radio, which made my hands tremble in fright. A bunch of blood mist appeared on the chest of the human figure that was locked on the crosshair and fell to the ground. I was forced out of the car by a burst of machine gun fire. The top rolled to the ground.
There are too many of them and the terrain is low. Big Bear shouted on the radio, without air support, the result is unpredictable!
I have a gun! Hawkeye's voice mixed with the gunfire.
Why do they always beat me and sneak up from under the chassis of the car? We need more powerful guys to deal with these bastards - the elite stopped before he could finish his words.
??Elite? Elite! The werewolf shouted twice on the radio, the first was a question, and the second was a scream.
Dry! The devil's voice came again after a burst of gunfire, the elite was dead!
There is also an impact! He didn't have time to jump out of the car. The sound of the primer's pumping air indicated that he was enduring pain. A row of bullets hit around the rear wheel of the car where I was hiding, blowing out the tire on my back. It seemed like someone had hit my leg with a stick, almost knocking me to my knees. Fortunately, I didn't lean my head over it, otherwise I would have to put my head down. My face was blown to pieces. I bent over and ran to the speed machine and helped him to the hiding place.
There is also an impact! He didn't have time to jump out of the car. primerThe sound of gasping for air indicated that he was suffering from pain. A row of bullets hit around the rear wheel of the car where I was hiding, blowing out the tire on my back. It seemed like someone had hit my leg with a stick, almost knocking me to my knees. Fortunately, I didn't lean my head over it, otherwise I would have to put my head down. My face was blown to pieces. I bent over and ran to the speed machine. I helped him to a hiding place and looked at the figure in the sand ditch in the distance. Due to the distance and the low terrain on the other side, this section of the road happened to be out of sight. In the urban area, there are not even bungalows on both sides. From the current position, I can only see the top of the helmet and the muzzle of the gun protruding from the ground. I can't find a better shooting angle at all.
"How about we call the US military to help?" I don't know who came up with this method that was commonly used in the past.
it's useless. The other side also has the battle insignia of the US military. With the attack like this, it is difficult to distinguish the two sides with infrared helicopters alone. If you hit the wrong one, it will be over. I thought of the helicopter team that made a futile trip over the snow-capped mountains. The Undertaker relied on this trick to deceive the driver. Now there was a fuel tanker in the burning convoy on the road, and the black smoke covered the sky. If the armed helicopter was allowed to fly to a distance that could be discerned within the visual range, it would probably be Can be shot down by Undertaker's surface-to-air missiles.
Are there still gas bombs? Butchers always have the most vicious minds.
there is none left! The werewolf panted and replied, "However, I still have a white phosphorus bomb." It was saved from the last time I destroyed the corpses.
Why don¡¯t you use it soon? The butcher scolded me so fiercely.
This is a white phosphorus landmine! There is no projection device. The werewolf also spoke very helplessly.
How big is its explosion range? The butcher didn't even stop and shouted, "As long as you detonate it within their reach, you can force them out of the damn sand ditch. Don't you even know how to hit a moving target on the ground?" You better hurry up! Who knows what weird stuff these guys have, if they use it first, you will be the one who kills everyone!
Ithe werewolf was choked by him and was speechless. But the knight answered: If that happens, so many civilians will be dead!
Do you have a better way? The Butcher had been moved from the conspicuous turret to behind the raised earth slope, but the pressure he suffered was still very high. The truth that there is strength in numbers is especially evident when both sides have sufficient ammunition.
Retreat! One hundred meters! There was no need for the knight to make this cruel decision, the werewolf was already shouting on the radio.
One hundred meters? Although the wind direction is favorable to you, white phosphorus street fighting also has a killing radius of 150 meters! Pioneer, who was most familiar with explosions, was the first to disagree.
I have a way to prevent it from blowing up my own people! The big bear panted heavily. I turned the sight to where other teammates were fighting, and saw Big Bear holding the camouflage cloth I often used to set up positions in his hand, with a heavy pendant in it.
Big Bear, don¡¯t be impulsive! I looked at the car that was paralyzed on the road and moved from the left side of the road to the enemy-occupied right side of the road. However, there were gaps in the middle of the convoy. It was easy to stick your head out of the sand ditch below the road surface. Saw his whereabouts.
I know! Daxiong answered as he moved forward. When he touched the largest gap in the convoy, Sui Suodu stopped. He knew that he could not walk through unscathed, and hung the machine gun on the edge of the broken window with a bipod. He took a few steps back to gain some distance, clicked on the bomb, then held the four corners of the camouflage cloth with both hands, stretched out his head to support the car and looked across the way.
He wouldn¡¯t want to throw a bomb like this, would he? I saw that his posture was very similar to the preparation for throwing a chain bomb in the Olympics. He was still nearly 150 meters away from the enemy. The bomb was like an anti-tank mine, which cost about ten kong. Even if he could throw it more than The Olympic champion is still far away, only 10 meters away. It exploded, and he would most likely not be able to escape the explosion range of the white phosphorus bomb. Besides, it's not just people here who have eyes.
??Cover him! The speed machine stood up with his gun in hand. He also saw Big Bear's crazy behavior, but he was not as nervous as me.
I also came to my senses and quickly pointed the gun at the road baseline where the Undertaker was hiding. Ignoring the exposed position, I frantically pulled the trigger on any suspicious black dome that popped up. With the cover of the werewolves and the others, there was a burst of gunfire from our side, hoping to suppress the opponent.
The mourners are not idiots. They know that when we fire like this, we must be trying to suppress a retreat or a surprise attack. Either way is a good opportunity to severely damage us, and of course they will not let it go. In an instant, a row of helmets appeared from the roadside. There were more than ten reflective points on the reflective sights alone.
Big bear! hidden! do not move! I looked at the heads in that row and knew that these guys were working hard. Someone in this row must have seen the big bear so close, so I hurriedly shouted on the radio.
Before I finished speaking, I heard a huge muffled sound, and then I saw the target in the scope.The heads have retracted below the road surface. After waiting for a while, I saw those people all jumping out of the sand ditch again, crossing the road and running towards me. The werewolves were also changing their positions, and all the gunfire stopped in an instant.
boom! The sound of a gunshot next to me was particularly harsh. The shell casing ejected by the speed machine and the grenadier running at the front fell on the sand at the same time. The team following them rushed towards our guns without hesitation. From the scope, we could see a burst of colorful smoke rushing behind them, and whoever it touched was a puff of smoke. The fire broke out and spread quickly, and then the man fell to the ground with his head in his hands, flopped twice and then became silent.
boom! boom! The speed machine and I kept pulling the triggers and shooting at the rushing crowd. Although some people on the other side were running and firing back, more people were worried that the shooting would slow down their speed. They covered their faces and held up their chests, leaning on their body armor. Trying to find a way out.
Give me the submachine gun! The speed machine ran out of the sniper rifle's magazine and instead of reloading it, I took off the G3 from my strap and started shooting. And I also knew that the deterrent effect of the sniper rifle on these tigers with burning buttocks was gone, so I quickly adjusted the lock of the box, took out the -mg drum drum from my pocket, put it on the sniper rifle, and held the drum drum. When machine guns opened fire.
Although this kind of modular receiver modification greatly expands the versatility of the gun, the accuracy of the bullets fired from the unmatched bolt and barrel is really a mess, that is, you can hit the enemy no matter how hard you touch it. When I was trying to save someone, like now, I was more than 300 meters away, and when I pointed at my head, I hit my ankle. When I pointed at my ankle, I sometimes hit my head. It felt like I was holding a spray can in my hand.
The accuracy is not enough for the bullets! Because it was changed. There is no fully automatic mode behind the 338's bolt action. The 00-round drum magazine relies on me to quickly trigger three bursts of fire. By the time the bullets are gone, my fingers are so sore that they are stiff. The bullets fired by the butchers and vanguards from a distance were greatly reduced by the blocking effect of the vehicles, and they only knocked down a few people. They had no choice but to hold their guns and run towards us, hoping to find a clear view and catch up to support us. The express machine and I retreated into the sand-proof ditch below the road while fighting.
Reload! I reminded the speed machine to take over my firepower. After taking out the G3's 30-round magazine from my pocket and inserting it, I hurriedly switched to shooting with my left hand. It was originally a backhand, and the accuracy of the gun was extremely low. I waited for the speed machine to be installed. When the bullets took over my fire, I only managed to hit three unlucky ones.
Reload!
Reload! The speed machine and I took turns firing bullets at the human-shaped target that was getting closer and closer. Although one or twenty of them were knocked down, the crowd that rushed towards them continued to grow. Since our position was the only terrain nearby where we could hide, they escaped the threat of the white phosphorus smoke but approached the two of us with no way out. However, this time they had time to fight back. The whizzing bullets flew over, knocking down all of us who could still kneel down and shoot. The fragments of the grenade rubbed against the edge of the helmet, and the helmet cloth fell into the neck with sparks and burned it.
The speed machine and I are both snipers. The amount of ammunition we carry is not high. A burst of shooting has already destroyed the ammunition on us. The speed machine has no choice but to pick up the SSG9 one after another. Buttoned up. And the ammunition I have is all loose bullets wrapped in paper. I don¡¯t have time to put bullets into the magazine one by one now. After throwing the grenade, he could only lie down on the slope of the roadside and took out his m23 pistol to face the twenty or thirty people rushing towards him like wolves and tigers.
We are finished! Behind us is also a flat wasteland, without even a bush of grass for cover, and retreating is a dead end.
Who said that? The speed machine took out an M8 directional anti-rifle mine and detonator from his pocket.
You are crazy! I watched him connect the detonator and the mine with wires. This was not a wireless detonation device. The M57 igniter only had a thirty-meter wire, so it couldn't be thrown very far. They were about to be killed in front of them, and they didn't dare to stick their heads out, let alone run over to lay mines in the face of a group of red-eyed sharpshooters.
Give me your helmet! The speed machine reached out and took off his helmet, stuck the steel ball arch of the M8 outwards into the helmet shell, and then put the helmet I handed him over his helmet.
"You are better than a butcher". Holding this big homemade cannon, he couldn't help but think of the fire blast set off in his hometown during the New Year. In an instant, he remembered the scene of using iron buckets to spray gunpowder in the four major battles he had seen when he was a child. It seems familiar!
You have a better idea? The speed machine looked at the poor little pistol in my hand.
Give me the damn thing! I grabbed the double-layered helmet, took off my body armor, held the bulletproof splint in my hand to support the helmet, and said, if I can't die, I
Before I finished speaking, I heard the vibration of leather boots hitting the ground. I didn¡¯t have time to think about it and prepared to lift the helmet off the road. The speed machine grabbed me and moved me a few steps sideways, then let go.I'm glad I can do it. The energy you rely on to make a strong effort is your energy. After being interrupted by him, your brain cooled down. Thinking of what you did just now, you started to sweat. When you think about it now, you are going to do it for real, and you feel a little itchy between your legs. When you see the speed machine, Leaning out, my body followed the instructions and stood up.
In front of us, about ten meters away, there was a row of vicious men, their faces covered with blood and mud. The muzzles of their guns had been lowered and pointed at the scattered magazines and bullet casings, ready to smash our heads in the moment we emerged.
Aim! The speed machine shouted this sentence in Chinese. I instinctively put my hands towards the wall of people who were about to turn my gun. The image that was fixed in my eyes was the stunned look of a familiar soldier at the front.
Boom! With a shake of his hands, the seven hundred steel balls embedded in the fiberglass-reinforced polystyrene plastic body of the M8 carried fragments, were pushed by the gun mounted behind, and swept over overwhelmingly. If the helmet hadn't bounced off my chest like a cannonball and almost broke my sternum, I would have thought it was just a handful of soybeans.
The m8 does not use explosion as its main means of killing, so the energy of the 50-gram gun did not explode through the two layers of special bulletproof helmets when it was vented and directed. Instead, it was like an extra-large shotgun. Everyone within fifty meters in front of me was thrown to the ground. Even if they were wearing bulletproof vests, one or two steel balls would inevitably hit their legs. When I got up again, the gunshots from the butcher's side had already started ringing out, and the speed machine had used up a magazine of bullets. After reloading, as soon as the butcher's gunshots stopped, I jumped out of the sand ditch with the us in my hand. Looking at his neat skills, I couldn't help but curse silently. I did the hard work, but you picked it up quite easily.
Although I was full of complaints, I didn't dare to fall behind in order to survive. I took out my pistol and couldn't jump up, so I had to climb up reluctantly. I followed behind the speeder and shot at any target that tried to get up. I rushed to the nearest automatic weapon and grabbed it. He didn't care how many bullets were inside when he got up. He started shooting at the crowd lying on the ground. After using up all the bullets, he picked up the nearest gun and continued shooting. It wasn't until no one could move that he began to seriously scan the situation on the ground.
Anti-infantry mines, whose main task is to increase the enemy's burden, did not kill all the soldiers who fell down. Most of the soldiers were only hit in the legs by one or two steel balls and lost the ability to move. The ones who were killed were those in the front row. There were a few people who took most of the steel balls, and a few who stood up uninjured and were mowed down by the machine guns of the Butcher and the Pioneer. The gunshots from the werewolf side continued, and it seemed like someone was fleeing towards them. But it stopped soon.
The first one I hit was Black Jack, the bastard who stepped on two of my toes, and his lower body was smashed to pieces, so I took revenge. The military doctor Tony, who was trying to save his teammates, was shot by the butcher and broke his legs and right hand. He fell to the ground and coughed up blood.
Looking at his bitten lip and the tears on his face, I knew he was suffering endless pain. Regarding this enemy who was once kind to me, I once thought about letting him live if he was still alive after the battle. pity¡¡
Let¡¯s end this! Little Tony's absent-minded eyes were focused on my face. It took him a long time to recognize me, and then he said with difficulty, "You can understand my pain now, please help me!"
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I also spit out the blood that came up, reluctantly raised the M23 in my hand, aimed it between his eyebrows and said, when you wake up, you should be on the other side of the white bank full of tulips.
hey-hey! Hey hey hey! Little Tony laughed more and spit out blood, and finally closed his beautiful eyes and said inaudibly: Amen!
I pulled the trigger, and the bullet casing that jumped out fell into the tears that overflowed between his slender eyelashes. I know he doesn't want to die! No one wants to die!
How much harm have we done to the king? The butcher ran over with a machine gun on his shoulder. He was relieved to see that the speed machine and I were fine, and asked the werewolf on the other side of the road across a sea of ??fire.
Impact, Elite, Snow Dog, Buck, and the werewolf stopped here, you'd better come over.
The few of us heard what he said was not good, so we left the vanguard to keep an eye on these half-dead people, and hurriedly ran around the fire scene. As soon as we approached the circle of people gathered together, we heard the wailing of the assassin and the hearty laughter of the big bear. . When we walked into the crowd, we were all dumbfounded. The assassin who had been seriously injured in our imagination was sitting opposite the big bear unscathed. The two of them were leaning on the suitcase and wrestling with each other's wrists, while the big bear who had crushed the assassin's hand bones crackled. Half of his body was missing, his left hand, left leg, and even his face seemed to have been melted away. The bones and flesh were exposed with white edges but no blood.
Hello! Ghoul! Butcher! Speed ??machine! Big Bear saw us coming and said hello, without half of his face covering his exposed gums. If it weren't for the throat mic, we wouldn't be able to understand what he said.
Big bear! you! I looked at the miserable bear and didn't dare to look away.
hey-hey! The legs and feet are a little slower. Got stained??Spark, I didn't expect it to start a prairie fire! Big Bear was talking to us, and the beautiful woman who examined him behind him shook her head at us.
Can you hold on until the doctor comes? He must have a way!
Are you kidding me? Big Bear let go of the assassin, stretched out his right hand, and squeezed the small muscles in the tattered military uniform. He looked in disbelief. Look at my body, this is the strongest weapon!
That¡¯s right! That¡¯s right! Even the butcher and the speed machine nodded quickly in agreement with me.
Ha ha ha ha! Big Bear laughed again when he saw how nervous we were. Three idiots, have you been fooled by me? Look at my body, I'm going to die soon!
Don¡¯t say that! You are so strong, this little injury is nothing! The people around him rushed to comfort him, but their faces looked like they were crying.
Big Bear didn¡¯t speak, looked at the brothers surrounding him and smiled, then stretched out his right hand to take off the dog tag from his neck, took out his lasaharpoo saber and handed it to the butcher. When others were trying to persuade him not to do this, the butcher hesitated and took the thing in his hand.
Force me to go home, brothers! Big Bear smiled, and then fell silent after speaking, but the innocent smile was still on his face, and his eyes were open and looking ahead full of expectation.
We promise! The butcher held a sharp blade and dropped blood on the bear's forehead to swear an oath.
right! We promise! Everyone cried out this sentence.
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