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Chapter 175

作者: Hallie Shoemaker
last update 公開日: 2025-11-21 12:11:36
The night was a blur of heat and lead. Smoke stitched itself into the sky, every breath tasting like iron and asphalt. The DeLuca convoy was no longer a convoy—it was a scatter of metal carcasses under gunfire.

Sasha’s door wrenched open before she even processed Vince’s shout. “Out! Out now!”

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