It was late at night, and they were not laughing as usual, and they were as quiet as in the game.

He picked up a grenade again, and in the last three seconds, threw it at the opposite window, where the figure of the man was just visible, and only a thud was heard, and a puff of green smoke mercilessly shot up into the sky.

The scalpel slowly walked out of the staircase and collected the equipment of the others, while his teammate was still running around on the roof of the building and dancing the square dance.

He touched the water cup beside him and took a sip of wolfberry water.

"Alright, come down and pack up your gear and ...... with me

"Please Melt the Sniper" 76. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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