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23. The Matriarch's First Lesson

作者: Sarah Latifah
last update 公開日: 2026-05-30 17:05:25

The large iron door in the corner of the west corridor opened with a heavy thud, allowing the cold morning mist of Neophile City to break in and sweep across Helga's face. Behind that door lay an isolated backyard area surrounded by six-meter-high concrete walls, complete with live electric barbed wire at the top. The place was not a lush flower garden, but rather a private tactical shooting range, complete with a row of human silhouette targets made of steel lined up at the end of the area.

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