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"Big Bro Baldie, it's bad, we're surrounded."

"F * * k, calling out my soul, it's not like I don't know." After firing the last bullet, the bald man shouted, "F * ck, where did all these enemies come from? "Bullets, give me bullets." The lackeys behind him quickly followed suit.

At this point, Curly was forced to retreat as well. Ahead, the bar was getting farther and farther away from them