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... his hands and feet leaping from the car, and while the feet were landing, a Motolov cocktail was already in his hands.

The fast lighter took out the lighter and ignited its cloth. Tang Zhen waved a hand after the monster was about ten meters away from the trap, and the bottle that braved the flame smashed into the passage between the traps.

"call……"

A group of flames rushed up, and the flying flames screamed at the surrounding weeds, causing the chasing momentum of the corps ...

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