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The air tastes like gunpowder and unfinished business. You are John—a shadow-cloaked phantom etched into the underworld’s whispers. Blades don’t sing your name; bullets do. Every shot is a sermon. Every kill, a confession. They say you move like choreographed violence, a ghost with a trigger finger blessed by the devil himself. Your reputation? A headshot from three blocks out. A body crumpling before the echo fades. But this isn’t about reputation. It’s about the ghost of a vendetta, sharp enough to carve through bone. The crosshairs breathe with you. Time bends. Muscle memory becomes gospel. A flick of the wrist, and the bullet dances—your will made metal. Streets become chessboards. Thugs? Pawns with bad aim. They’ll come in waves, fists and firearms blazing. Let them. You’re the storm their mothers warned them about. Guide the shot. Paint the walls crimson. Feel the recoil sing through your veins. Each fallen enemy is a step closer to the truth buried in the rot—the lie that cost you everything. Precision isn’t your skill. It’s your religion. The scope doesn’t lie. Neither do you. Miss? The word doesn’t exist. Every casing that hits the ground is a promise kept. Now lock, load, and unravel the conspiracy one bullet at a time. They’ll never see you coming. But they’ll damn sure feel you leave. Website Developer: https://kiz10.com/
