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Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
After changing back to his usual sleeping robe, Ye Xingchen raised his hand and rubbed his shoulders. It was his first time using a sniper rifle, so the recoil was indeed a little strong. It made his shoulders a little numb.
Tonight, there would definitely be many people who would not be able to sleep.
Ye Xingchen sent a message, asking the people on duty tonight to clean up the dead bodies outside his house and throw them out.
Although the corpses wouldn't rot and stink in such cold weather, the thought of a few dead bodies lying under the window was somewhat disgusting.
Zhao Hao also sent a message.
Zhao Hao came late and did not participate in the fight below, but he still heard the gunshots from afar.
"Was it you who fired the gun, Little Ye?"
Zhao Hao had retired from the army, so he naturally recognized the sound of a sniper rifle.