Middle East, surrounded by mountains, in a remote town on the fifth floor of a rented house.

The iron door of the rental house is locked from the inside, and a dining room table is used to hold it up, and the windows and curtains on one side are also closed.

In the dark and silent room, the girl in the red cloak bit her soft lips tightly, her weak back against the wall, and her raised white little hands released wisps of crimson magic.

The girl Wanda held her breath and listened to the rental door in a depressed and dull atmosphere

"I don't want to be a good guy for the younger brother of the protagonist of American comics" 081 Coming again, heading to New York It's a hand-hit, please wait a moment,

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