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Rattus

On the floor of the sewers, Juan Carlos Velázquez, one of the best detectives in Bolivia, was lying; María approached him with sorrow, knelt on the bacterial dirt, stroked his hair, to encourage him that he would recover, although everyone knew it was not so, on the police radio they could hear him saying: "We got him, we got him! But the chief was no longer answering, because the deathbed had come for him, with his last breath he said; - Jeremías López, he shot me. Maria's face turned pale, she could not conceive that her brother was a murderer and a traitor, her soul was breaking, her feelings were getting colder and colder, he took her hand, and then he died. The paramedics arrived quickly, but the Mexican woman decided to go see the biggest bandit in all of Mexico.

The cursed man was handcuffed inside the patrol car, she approached him with demonic eyes, she signaled him that he would die, he laughed and spat at her even though the glass was broken, the old decrepit man barely mov
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