I Will Be The Crowned King - v5 Chapter 123 3 questions

The air-ripping shriek of lead bullets was the last sight the uniformed Whitehall Street policeman saw; just ten minutes earlier he thought it was him and his own who pulled the trigger. Comrades.

The policeman was born in an ordinary family in the outer city, his father was a worker in a military factory, his mother worked in a laundry, and occasionally went to do odd jobs in the taverns around his home; therefore, he had almost no relatives in his youth memory. to him it is

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