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... cing momentum of the golden chariot.
"Come on... come on—! You bastard!" Andrew suddenly cracked a smile, advancing rather than retreating.
He sprinted wildly in the rain, charging towards the chariot as if welcoming his own death, pulling the trigger and firing bullets from the muzzle.
But no matter what, he couldn't halt the chariot's surge forward.
Soon, the wheels roared closer! The massive golden chariot was about to crash head-on into the approaching Andrew, ...
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