The Art Of War.
•Pяo!оugе•
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Zhou Qin's hands were trembling,
desperately trying to save the man.
But it was futile. The triumphant beating of his heart was gone. He laid down, motionless, blood oozing out of his lifeless chest.
Qin lifted her hands from the man. She slumped back to the wall. Weeks of malnutrition, exertion had gotten the better of her. She closed her eyes.
"So this is how it ends, you know." The woman said. Her eyes dark with fatigue.
Qin looked up, puzzled. "How what ends?" She asked.
The woman smiled. There was something sinister about the way she did it.
"Everything."
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The Art Of War.
Science Fiction"Ever heard of Sun Tzu?" She asked, eyeing him carefully. He looked up, thought for a moment before replying. "Yes. He was the guy that wrote 'Sun Tzu's Art Of War wasn't he?" The girl smiled. "Well yes, that's correct. But screw him, he knows nothi...
