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Savannah looked at the future scene of a bloodbath. Panic and worry overflowed in her eyes. "Robbie, a huge massacre will soil the road to your reincarnation."

Robbie's mind flashed with the images of the tragic deaths of Sis Daisy and Iris, those inhuman tortures and purgatory days as written in Roxie's notebook, as well as the profane and disrespectful things the division master was about to do to Thirteen. Hatred immediately rose in his eyes as he said, "These people deserve to die. They're demons from the depths of hell. If they don't return to hell, many innocent people will suffer."

Savannah said, "Well said. Then let me send them back to hell with you."

However, Robbie and Savannah were outnumbered, especially since the opponent's manpower was increasing. There was a steady flow of them. When the dense crowd rushed into the small building, Robbie ran out of bullets as well. Hence, he chose to dash toward the field barehanded.

Savannah saw that the situation was not right. Her face became gloomier and gloomier.

"Robbie, there are too many people. What should we do?"

Robbie said complacently, "I've already killed a few of their masters. As long as I kill a few more leaders, the division will be a leaderless group. Go back and tell my sisters to report all the details of the military intelligence division to the FBI. The eradication of the division is just around the corner."

"No. You'll die." Savannah shook her head.

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the corpses that Robbie had killed outside the small building. They were piling up into a mountain. Then, she looked at the submachine gun in front of Robbie. Savannah knew that Robbie had already arranged

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in Savannah's eyes was particularly obscure. She looked around and made a guess, "You planted a

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