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Heroes and Villains of Tomorrow

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Read Heroes and Villains of Tomorrow novel written by the author flatfacewriter on WebNovel, This serial novel genre is Fantasy stories, covering action, villain, genius, betrayal, highiq. ✓ Newest updated ✓ All rights reserved

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Some people suddenly gained supernatural abilities. The world is in chaos. The US government decided to put together a team of 12 powerful individuals from all around the world to fight against villains.

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