Claimed By the bad boy
Kade walked forward, unconcerned with cover.
“Your aim is trash,” he said to Collins as he passed him.
Collins scowled. “I wasn’t aiming to kill him.”
“Exactly.”
Kade fired again, a clean shot directly into the enemy’s thigh, making him collapse.
Kingsley whistled from behind a truck. “Our boy doesn’t miss.”
The battle raged, guns roared, muzzles flared. The ground vibrated with every impact. Smoke filled the courtyard in thick waves.
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