Zhang Kangle*Ma Baiquan humanities
When I was tied up as a hostage in an abandoned warehouse, I met the big boss No. 47 Who came to silence me.
After he killed all the kidnappers, he put the gun against my forehead: "The last one."
I smelled the faint smell of gunpowder smoke on his sleeves: "You killed someone three hours ago."
He narrowed his eyes and put away the gun: "Name?"
Later, the whole city knew that the perfume formula of Forty-Seven Boss always smelled of blood.
Because it was prepared with my life.
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