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The foreman, a man named Oleg with a gut that strained his reflective vest, stomped over. “Where’s the third-floor decking, Kournikova?”

Alexei smiled, patted the warm housing of the 4T520, and whispered, “Not bad for a dead bear.” driver zenpert 4t520

“Driver’s dead.”

BRRRRRRRT.

He slid a fully charged 5.0Ah battery into the base. Took a breath. Squeezed the trigger. The foreman, a man named Oleg with a