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- I sighed. Two down, one to go. “All right. Commander Yáo? How about you?”
- “I want a gun, please,” he said. “A Type-92 handgun. Standard Chinese military-issue. Store the ammunition in a dry, sealed plastic container for the trip.”
- At least that made some sense. Quick and painless. “A gun. Got it. That’s easy enough.”
- ***
- Chapter 21
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