The dilapidated tall building stands in the desolate field, like a bruised giant.
The walls with holes and holes are breathing thick black smoke, which is like the broken spirit of the citizens of the free state of Bugra.
The occasional one or two explosions have gone unnoticed.
After all, in the past year, the residents of this settlement have heard too many similar voices.
This is Bugra.
This is not so much another ideal city on the waste soil as this huge prison.
Although it sounds like a hell joke, it sounds a bit cooler than the zoo.
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