C40 I Am a Singer

Atop the rooftop, Zhao Zhengping cradled the sniper rifle in his hands, his face etched with sorrow and fury. He methodically targeted the assassins in the building across from him, unleashing a calculated onslaught.

Yet, his assault was precise; each shot shattered the legs of his targets, deliberately avoiding any fatal blows.

"Damn it, what a sin!" Zhao Zhengping cursed