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Anyone who knows Chase Williams will think that he is a decent man, has read many books, has a lot of tolerance, and is also the boss of a private armed company. There are more than a dozen helicopters under the name of the industry run by his partner, four of which are military armed helicopters.
Now, this tall man who is 1.9 meters tall has red eyes. He has been in business for ten years and has never been so rude, because his partner Skull has a big cut in the carotid artery. While they were checking the fire-fighting equipment in the arsenal, a Grenade exploded. One of the shrapnel just crossed Skye's neck, and now he is lying dead in the back seat of the car, and the wound is tightly pressed by company accountant Johnson.
Chase tried to speed up, but it was Friday afternoon, the last time of the week. Office workers take their wives and children, cats and dogs, and drive to suburban villas, away from the crowded noise and air pollution in the city. In normal times, people with stable and high incomes, such as Chase, Skell and accountant Johnson, will greet a happy weekend in the same way.
Fuck the son of a bitch.
Ask if you need anything else.