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Chapter 3 - : The Terror of the Third District
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... ensive types, but in reality, that’s all bullshit. Once you throw it, who gives a fuck about the type, everyone’s going down!
An F-1 hand grenade crammed with 60g of TNT, motherfucker, even a turtle coming at you would blow up like a Japanese ghost.
Even though it’s a relic from World War II, it’s still a relic from your granddaddy, after all.
Victor crouched and moved close to the edge of the trailer, looked at the half-open window, pulled the pin, and lobbed it inside. ...
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