The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand nine hundred and fifty-four [Uncle Waste Chai·Lum](???`?)?

After thinking about the question on the other side of the square, Gin glanced at the guys behind him who were still discussing the explosion, frowned and said, "Are you all free?"

Chianti: "..."

Vodka: "..."

No words at all, just another sniper Cohen who was involved: "..."

The three of them suddenly felt heavy when they thought of the long list. Soon they stopped talking and went back to their cars.

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