On that day, the Mets finally remembered the clouds that hung over the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and the shame of being attacked by terrorism.

8 a.m. Gotham time.

In the small riverview building where Chen Zhou left alone, the radio announcing the death toll sounded as usual.

"Good morning, Gotham City!

"Yesterday's Dead Man's Lotto, the final result was a scary 117.

"The aftermath of the battle between omega-level superpowers

"You Can't Imagine the Joy of a Contemplative Warlock" Chapter 28 That day, the Mets finally remembered...... I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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