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Chapter Sixty-Five The Impersonation Attack At Antonioni's Park

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last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-06 12:03:35

Lorenzo's POV

We moved at 04:17.

The air stank of gun oil, sweat, and something worse—vengeance.

I wore black, not for mourning. I wear black to blend into the sins I commit. Grief has no place on my shoulders. Only memory. And retribution.

The convoy we targeted was running a silent trail, just past the southeast gorge. Twelve men. Three armored vehicles. No drones. No satellites. No backd

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