THE WRONG GUY
A few hours earlier, the Country P merchant and guards were led by Aries and Augur, and their vehicles arrived at the end of the tarred road.

Minutes later, twelve men hopped down from the two trucks and walked into the narrow route and their conversation can be heard as they trudged closer to the white angel's hideout.

Because they had followed the main road, the newcomers emerged closer to the open space where the landmines had gone boom, and they all stopped and glared at the tens of burnt carcasses that had already been partly devoured by the hungry vulture.

Like lumps of trash, dead bodies can be seen littering the ground, and the men put their hands to cover their noses, to prevent the smell of charred flesh that gets more awful as they walked closer.

Because they were scorched beyond recognition, differentiating the royal mafias from the Country merchants and guards is quite impossible, and the fear of more explosions made the men to lagged far off and gazed at the remains of
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