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... ecurity booth crackled with radio noise. After receiving, two or three guards drew their electric batons from their waists, grabbed riot shields, and rushed to the entrance.
In the blink of an eye, the entire museum resounded with piercing alarm bells.
Eleanor was dumbfounded.
Mr. Ghost tilted his head smugly, "My friend’s a professional. However, Cillian Grant doesn’t have a gun on him, won’t fool them for long. You get in the car. Meanwhile, we’ll run ten miles away." � ...
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