Dragon Invasion（1）
On the winding mountain road, the lights of the "Black Widow" motorcycle pierced the darkness. The well-trained motorcyclists were connected head to tail, each headlight illuminating the rear license plate of the companion in front, which was covered with black cloth. If you look from the sky, they are a chain of black pearls strung together by a light chain, all wearing black leather jackets and black helmets. No. 13 stroked the handle of his gun with some pride. He had a great sense of honor holding the power of life and death. They did not call each other by their names. No. 13 was the 13th in the queue. This unlucky number made him feel like the god of death. "Turn off the headlights!" shouted the leader in front. Orders were passed one after another until the 13th, when the entire
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