this day.

The fall marathon was unexpectedly terminated.

The bridge, which not so long ago was shrouded in cheers, was covered in disaster, and after the explosion of the fuel tanker, the raging fire followed, and the sky was obscured by thick smoke.

A sea of fire flooded passing vehicles.

Under the oil infusion of diesel.

There were constant flames, and the frenzied waves of fire rushed towards the people who were in a hurry.

Pieces of wreckage were blown up and people scattered.

Chapter 98 of "My Funeral Anchor, Relying on Prophecy to Explode the Whole Network": The retrograde person sees death as home, and the Grim Reaper puts down his sickle and flees without being defeated is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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