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oulder. Lao Zhao paused and turned to look at him in confusion.
qiang doll, you're here. \"Lao Zhao put down the laser cutter in his hand. take off the mask and gloves to wipe the sweat off your face.
wang qiang reached out and picked up the cutter and gloves, saying, \"Let me do it, Lao Zhao
Lao Zhao kept coughing, showing his old age.
wang qiang picked up the cutter and began cutting the iron door.
this is a welded iron door with an astonishing thickness. Lao Zhao has been cutting it for a long time, but still cannot cut it open. wang qiang searched for the weld seam, targeted cutting and deposition, and then tossed it around for a long time before removing the iron door.
behind the iron gate is a black passage, very crowded, only allowing two people to pass side by side. wang qiang took out a lighting rod and shook it at the entrance of the passage, still unable to see where the passage led.
Lin he couldn't help but feel happy when he saw the passage wide open, and quickly called the big guy to leave. At this moment, twenty soldiers from the urban defense team, more than ten family members from Lin he, and the Jiang Yun family were squeezed together in the b-7 storage room, inexplicably feeling a bit agitated.
there was a smell of grilled meat in the air, but it had a slightly rotten odor and the temperature had also increased significantly. Suddenly, the unused fire sprinkler on the storage room began to spray water,
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