Mr Sniper Hunter Frenzy
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The city breathes corruption, each exhale thick with decay. You don’t breathe—you wait. Cold metal rests against your cheek, the rifle an extension of your will. They call you *Mr. Sniper*. Not a name. A warning. Your reputation travels faster than bullets: a ghost with a shaved scalp and ice where others bleed fear. Streets fester with syndicates, politicians on payrolls, innocents choking on the fallout. You see it all through a crosshair’s lens. No cavalry charges in this war. No pardons. Just the squeeze of a trigger, the echo of a shot, the stillness after. Every mission etches another scar on the city’s rotting heart. Miss, and chaos swallows everything. Hit, and you buy tomorrow another sunrise. The wind shifts. A heartbeat fills the scope. You exhale—*once*—and the world holds its breath.
