Nothing to Lose.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
You see, I got nothing that holds me back. My parents are dead. Maybe, lol. How am I supposed to know, I was dumped into the orphanage since I was three. And for sure I am single as fuck. I don't have a girlfriend or even a crush to start with. No relatives, no friends. Not even a pet to love and give my commitments to.
I did feel guilty for what I've been doing last time. But, it's my job. And they deserve it.
Here's a thing about being a professional hitman, like me. I know you always see it in those movies. Those secret agents, in the Kingsman or even in the James Bond movie. Seeing them in dapper suits, clean-cut hairstyles, well-mannered personality. I too, look sharp and clean. Deep down, I am psychologically blunted and dirtied.
I am a normal 28 years old human just like you do. I am a mere mortal, I bleed when I'm wounded like any other living person does. The thing that made the two of us is the fact that I am a human fighting machine. I've been trained since forever on how to perfectly eliminate life — the art of killing. I have mastered countless martial arts all over the continents — you name it. I was trained in weaponry since I was 3.
I started with some handy close-range combat weapons. Playing with knives is my favorite. I love how it 'Zap, Zap, Die' my prey. Too bad they going to leave messy, bloody traces next after. Sticks, nunchuck, and sword come afterward — well, the probability of me having to use them is really low these days. Guns should be the greatest human creation of all time. I called them as the weapons of mercy. Well, at least it made my victim die quickly whenever I shot at the right fatal point, efficiently. Glocks are my all-time favorite.
You see, I got nothing that holds me back. My parents are dead. Maybe, lol. How am I supposed to know, I was dumped into the orphanage since I was three. And for sure I am single as fuck. I don't have a girlfriend or even a crush to start with. No relatives, no friends. Not even a pet to love and give my commitments to.
That is why I am fearless; God can literally take me up anytime He wills.
I can afford to die without making anyone sad.
Heh.
Here's a thing about being a professional hitman, like me. I know you always see it in those movies. Those secret agents, in the Kingsman or even in the James Bond movie. Seeing them in dapper suits, clean-cut hairstyles, well-mannered personality. I too, look sharp and clean. Deep down, I am psychologically blunted and dirtied.
I am a normal 28 years old human just like you do. I am a mere mortal, I bleed when I'm wounded like any other living person does. The thing that made the two of us is the fact that I am a human fighting machine. I've been trained since forever on how to perfectly eliminate life — the art of killing. I have mastered countless martial arts all over the continents — you name it. I was trained in weaponry since I was 3.
I started with some handy close-range combat weapons. Playing with knives is my favorite. I love how it 'Zap, Zap, Die' my prey. Too bad they going to leave messy, bloody traces next after. Sticks, nunchuck, and sword come afterward — well, the probability of me having to use them is really low these days. Guns should be the greatest human creation of all time. I called them as the weapons of mercy. Well, at least it made my victim die quickly whenever I shot at the right fatal point, efficiently. Glocks are my all-time favorite.