One shot. One kill.
Matthew Powell continued his steady, rhythmic march forward, his face as unreadable as a marble tomb. He didn't check the body of the man he had just executed; he didn't need to. He knew exactly where the bullet had gone.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Each footfall echoed through the cavernous casino hall like a hammer striking a coffin lid. The sound resonated in the chests of everyone present, a physical manifestation of an approaching, inevitable doom.
It took several seconds for the reality of the situation to pierce Lord Buddha’s shock. He had ruled the underworld of Valor City for longer than most of his men had been alive. He was a local kingpin whose name was whispered with fear in the darkest alleys of the Centralshire State. No one—absolutely no one—had ever dared to
