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III
Jack Danoplin was an ordinary man.
There had been nothing ordinary about what he did.
He killed people.
And he was paid for it.
That forced others to be wary of the assassin.
He had long, black hair, brown eyes, and tall.
He was wearing a black colored coat, black shirt, black trousers, a black belt, black socks, and black boots.
He grabbed a .357 Magnum in his right hand.
"Bloody ZOZ. Maybe they're shut down; maybe not. Maybe I don't give a shit" Jack said.
He focused on the illumed road.
He saw a path.
And he saw a girl.
She wore a tattered black colored dress, slim legs, and was barefoot.
Blood gushed from her deep wound.
"Hey. Don't you need a doctor?", Jack asked.
She glided towards him.
And she didn't answer.
She coughed.
Red vomit splattered the dirty ground of New New York.
And then she coughed into Jack's face.
He screamed in extreme pain.
Then he died.
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