all in pov.we were fighting to kill the policemen who were making ghetto oil, but I died without hearing or seeing shots fired from nowhere. I didn't hear a sound. I didn't see anyone. I was handcuffed without a sound being heard, without anyone being seen.
all in pov. we took hostages and were lurking on the roof. suddenly, without giving any dementia, they shot us and handcuffed us and confiscated the items. they sent us back laughing. time 1:50
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