Don Kregg
In the moonlit night, Leo advanced with unwavering determination through the heavily guarded compound of the Bronze Blood cartel. Shadows danced across the walls as the hostile atmosphere crackled with tension. The cartel's guards surged forward, a tide of dark-clad figures armed to the teeth. But they were met with an otherworldly force that would redefine the course of this battle.
Don Vincent moved with a grace that defied the laws of nature. His steps were a blend of elegance and lethality, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next. His fingers wrapped around the gun's grip like an extension of his own body, and with every pull of the trigger, bullets shot forth like sparks of malevolent fire. Each guard that dared to approach him fell before they even realized what had struck them, their lifeless bodies collapsing to the ground.