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War On Terror

LECTURES 49
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LECTURES 49
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Chapitres 4
Durée 13m

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Gareth POV

"Your death. Explain." the mafia boss requested with a bit of annoyance. He had tied me up on a chair with chains. I had blood all over my face. He could just kill me now.

"Devotion supports bravery. Bravery brings sacrifice. Sacrifice.. leads to death. No matter what road we take, we'll still die. So... you are free to KILL YOURSELF!" that triggered an anger in him.

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Brian Jones, a military soldier is forced to protect the daugther of the deceased Muhammad Zain. 

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Short intro. I know. I'll re-edit it later.Tous Droits Réservés

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