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He asked. Lexi worked at swallowing her potatoes first. She tapped the blue book on the table. "I was reading this book today. It's about a man named Martin that gets reanimated and he can hear a voice named Angel. Then he meets up with a girl named Carmen and they search for a dead body." "Dead bodies? What kind of books are you reading? Maybe you should stick to something with bunnies in it or something." Jack went to take the book from her. Lexi slapped her hand on the book. "No please, don't take it. I'm not finished yet." Her pleading eyes looked up at him.

But the mind control chipset was more important. “PROTECT ME! I'M GOING TO CHASE AFTER THE MAFIA!” Maki shouted, then, without caring about anything else, he immediately ran to chase after the Blood mafia. His only goal was the mind control chipset. He didn't care about anything else. Cylo finally had to sigh, then he fired several shots at a man wearing a black jacket. Tsk, he had to finish this quickly. Instantly, a shootout finally ensued. Cylo, a hitman, fought Ivo, a professional hacker. They shot at each other and didn't let each other go.

A black tall man said pointing his gun to the roof, nobody moved or looked scared, meanwhile, I was freaking out my first thought about Taylor who was still at the table her eyes wide as she looked around the room, “Lord!” The man yelled, when he spotted him, he pointed his gun at him. Lord's men quickly surrounded the man “Did you come on a death mission” Lord asked lighting up a cigger and looking as relaxed as ever, how could anyone be this relaxed while they had a gun to their head? “You killed my daughter!” The man yelled making a way to our table “And so? We had a deal, you knew what you would lose had you not done your part!” lord said

Diving between gaps of people, we wove through throngs of mindless walkers the entire way back out to the front to pick the car up from valet. Standing and waiting for them to run and get it was strange. Surrounded by people, next to a sociopathic hitman, I realized I would rather be standing there with him then just about anywhere else. When we were back in the car and headed back to the motel, I turned in my seat. “Okay, we’re out of there. What’s going on? Who was that guy?” “He’s an informant.” I gave a slow nod. “And what did we learn?” “Three and Eight are dead and that’s all that they know.”

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

This man, a hitman, a murderer, probably carried a knife on him, and the moment I slipped up, even a little bit, he wouldn’t hesitate to stab me. A bitter smirk tainted my lips, and I squared my shoulders, still holding onto his shirtfront in a tight grip, my knee pressing down on his lower abdomen in a way that he could hardly move around. “You don’t want to get on my nerves right now, you unrighteous hitman,” I spat, my lips curling back in a sneer. “You better tell me while I’m asking nicely—“ “Or what?” He spat, glaring at me. “You gonna kill me in front of all these people? The same way you killed that poor woman in her home?”

And the way he made me feel, like I wasn’t just a shadow or a ghost passing through. I cursed under my breath, pulling my eye away from the scope. “This is ridiculous,” I hissed. I steadied myself, tried again. Through the scope, Rafa leaned forward, gesturing with his hand, lips moving as he spoke to the men around him. The perfect opportunity. The shot lined up. My finger twitched. And I still couldn’t do it. “Fuck it.” I shoved the rifle down, rage bubbling up in my chest. Never in my life had I hesitated. Not once. My reputation existed because I was cold. Detached. Professional. Emotionless. That’s why I picked this path because nothing touched me. Nothing mattered. I didn’t become the

Armed with countless weapons, money, and new identities, the man I call Six drags me around the world. The manhunt is on and Six is the next target. Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us? Two down, seven to go. When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it. Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested. Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive.

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

As soon as the man loosened his grip on his collar, he sprinted without wasting a single second. “They take too much time to understand simple human language,” the man scoffed. “Don’t let him run,” I got out. “Call the police.” Given James’s audacity, he would do this again. His next victim might not be as lucky as me. “That moron is about to meet the devil outside.” He rubbed my back with his hand, sending warm sensations down my spine, and muttered, “He must’ve slipped roofies into your drink.” “I don’t know. Maybe.” I straightened to thank him, but before I could manage a single word, with a gagging noise, I puked.