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... two automatic rifles in his hands danced wildly, each sweep of the muzzles snuffing out a living soul with brutal finality.
His skill had transcended the limits of mere marksmanship, charging headlong toward the realm of artistry with a gun.
He didn’t follow rules when he fired; the guns were an extension of his will, moving as freely as his heart desired.
The remaining SWAT officers were utterly broken, their courage shattered like glass.
They’d faced countless l ...
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