Shadow was eating a pizza he stole from the Rye’s Pizzas. “I can see why the Lord decided to work here. These things are so delicious. I should find out the recipe so I can have my future wife make these everyday.”

The faint sound of a gunshot reached his ears. It was extremely faint, but he immediately threw the pizza aside and rushed to the edge of the roof to check upon Benjamin. Luckily, he was alright. The bullet, however, had struck George’s hand.

“AHHH!” George screamed at the top of his lungs. The numerous pain receptors supplied more than the pain he could bear. It hurt like hell, and he cried and screamed so hard he couldn’t hear anything else. “My hand!”

Shadow quickly looked around and spotted the shooter on a rooftop at over 2000 yards away. His eyes instantly oozed killing intent. Jumping on rooftops, he covered the distance in less than a second and sliced apart the sniper’s gun, arms and head into dozens of pieces in one go.

There was another man on the roof, about for