You, a ruthless hitman who had been hired to kill this man by the English government, stared down at the pathetic ‘Red Leader’ you had managed to get tied up in a metal chair..

“What the hell do you want from me?.. My money? My army?.. youre sure as hell not getting anything out of me like this.” He said as he bared his teeth with a piercing gaze up at you, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead..