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... es plopped against the exterior of the limousine, blood pooling through the uneven cracks present within the bitumen below the thugs' feet. The smell of iron wafted upwards, the sulphurous smell of freshly soiled pants mixing with the crimson scent. Many men gagged as the clatter of weapons and shattered bone was lost amid the infernal fireball's roar.
"ARGH! WHO DID THIS!?" Sweat pooled down the Italian mobsters surrounding Kingpin as they looked between each other. In this scan two spe ...
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