Riding on His Coattails and Surviving the Apocalypse

At night, another part of the base is like a volcano about to erupt, and the fury is burning in the hearts of the people. All the big men in the base clenched their fists and clenched their teeth, waiting for the people below to make statistics. Today is the loss and the survey results. All of them sat in the conference room, but it was quiet inside. Only the increasingly urgent gasping voice showed the uneasiness of the outstanding people.

But we have to calm down. Now they need to calm down and deal with everything. Their base suffered a great loss in the evening, the most important thing is that who did it, which made these people accustomed to the big man's canthus crack. Now all you catch are little fish and shrimps, even the chance to recover the loss...

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