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noticed a bitter taste in the mouth.
A bitter aftertaste and a severe headache.
hand He touched the wound in the temple and met with a splotches dried blood.
"great son of a bitch ..." he muttered between his teeth
"the dirty" rose still sore for a few seconds and saw the bodies of their "men."
He had never wanted to have bodyguards, who always boasted of instilling such great regard for each other, which always boasted of his contacts between the Brotherhood and its "guards" ...
had underestimated the bastard.
But it would pay ...
"Oh, yes! You swear you son of a bitch! "- He said.
shook kicked one of the bodies with rage and threw himself into the wound a little dirty water from a plastic bottle.
stifled a cry of pain while pulling a piece of cloth from a table drawer and rolled it around his forehead.
"With care, you have to heal, you're going to give him his deserved that son of a bitch, talk to the Brotherhood to justify these bodies and Archi know what to do ..."
It was a rough knot at the end and went to one corner of their "home."
"... Yes, Archi know, I think so ..."
lifted a hatch and pulled out a flashlight from his pocket, lit it and walked down the stairs.
After a few minutes a harsh, metallic sound emerged from there.
The same sound of a Cetmar the cocked.
definitely underestimated the bastard but it was going to pay.
(continued)
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