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... eavy submachine gun. A pair of heavy black boots belonging to a man walked into the house with mud on them. The heavy soles of the shoes stepped on the mud fiercely. Step by step, they were slow and elegant, heavy and agile, like a Hunter who was hunting his prey. Step by step, they forced their prey into a dead end, with no way to escape.
It was only then that they could see the man in front of them clearly.
He was tall and straight. His black shirt was tucked into his b ...
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