The smell of blood. Even the strong and fishy smell of something that had not been dead for long filled the factory. "This fucking bastard. Do you think you can get away with messing with our Greenlock? The man covered in blood screamed. The posture looks precarious and barely able to keep itself upright. Seeing him dripping red from a...
The smell of blood. Even the strong and fishy smell of something that had not been dead for long filled the factory. "This fucking bastard. Do you think you can get away with messing with our Greenlock? The man covered in blood screamed. The posture looks precarious and barely able to keep itself upright. Seeing him dripping red from all over his body, it didn't seem like he had much time left. "Aren't you tired of it? Such a repertoire." The other man standing across from him shrugged and replied. He, too, was covered in blood like the man across from him, but he was distinctly different in that he hadn't shed a single drop of his own blood. The man was holding a black Glock in his right hand and a military dagger in his left hand, grinning arrogantly. "People like you always rush in as a
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