the hunter

I breath in the peaceful cold night air. Perfect for the hunt. I can smell my prey, close, maybe within a hundred metres. I smile, while pulling my weapon from under my coat. The streets are empty, silent. Not a single car or person in sight. Around the street corner I can hear the hushed whispers of my prey. around the street corner. They are yet unaware of my presence, but in just a few seconds they will certainly wish they had stayed alert. I take one last, calm deep breath. I press a button on my phone and heavy metal starts playing at extreme volumes.
I whirl around the corner, training my .50 deagle on the nearest man of four. I put four round through him before he can react, three in the torso and one in the head, dropping him like a brick. The other three recoil in surprise, I don’t allow them time to recover. I rush into the middle of the three. I fire the remaining rounds into the man on my right, painting the wall with his insides. I let out a frenzied laugh as one of the two remaining men throws a punch at me. A grab his arm, violently ripping the arm out out it’s socket. My eyes begin to emit a bright red glow as the thrill of battle overwhelms me. I pull on the man’s arm harder. The arm is pulled completely free of the man’s body. I savagely beat the man over the head with his own arm. He stumbles backward, screaming in pain. I teleport behind him and loop the arm around his head.
“nothin personnel, kid” I whisper in his ear.
His friend watches in horror as I strangle him with his own arm. The last man’s will breaks and he takes off running. I take the Yakama off of my head and throw it like a shuriken. It flies true, decapitating the fleeing man.
I catch my Yakama as it returns to me and place it back on my head. I casually stroll on past the starbucks the men were gathered outside. I went out of my way to stomp on the socialist flyers they were putting in the window. I dropkick the fourth man’s head down the street.
Another libtard destroyed
I am Shaperio