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CHAPTER 57: GUERRILLA WARFARE IN THE NARROW CORRIDORS
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The air in Sector 3 was no longer the sweet, pure oxygen Mark Miller had fought for hours ago. Now, the atmosphere was contaminated by the stench of burning metal, ozone erupting from induction weapons, and chest-tightening binary concrete dust. The sector's edges had indeed crumbled, but for Mark, the defeat at the outer perimeter was merely an invitation for the Demolition Squad to enter the labyrinth he had prepared: dense, narrow corridors where the gargantuan size of the Goliath machines b
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