Walking alone in an empty abandoned building, Amuro held the pistol in his hand tightly, carefully probing his surroundings.

The interior of this building had just gone through a bloody battle, and the corpses of several members of the outer elements of the organization were lying crookedly around, and it was obvious that fresh blood was flowing from the fatal points of the forehead or temples, gilding the ground with a layer of darkness.

The further you go, the more sparse the corpse becomes

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