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“We have a dramatic situation here with hundreds of dead,” Xiaobo said. “What could be worse than that?”
“The… Affix images are blocked. Scrambled. We can’t see what’s happening to you.”
Xiaobo looked angrily at Laro. “This is all because of you,” he growled.
Laro kept his hands spread out in front of him. “What can I do about this?”
“Come on, man! We’re all here for you. Monterrey and I; those Mafia friends of yours… Those dead friends and that ticking time bomb, Trullo, waiting outside. I bet they’ve shut down communication.”
“Um… Commander Xiaobo,” Agent Arquette told him. “I don’t understand what you’re referring to, but I’m afraid the situation is a little different.”
“Oh? Do you know what this man is doing here?” Xiaobo said, pointing to Laro with a raised thumb.
“No, I do
