Don Highwater was killed with a Beretta M1951.
Fifty members of his family carried Remington M870s, needles laced with ricin, and charcoal briquettes.
Yuri Sandown, a member of the Japanese Communist Party, met his end with a SIG P210 shot to the forehead.
Judge John Regal had his throat slit with a dagger, and District Attorney Dick Agriest had his heart ripped out with his bare hands.
The weapons were as varied as the crimes.
Even a garden shovel or a pen could become a deadly instrument.
I killed National Narcotics Agent Donald Scurlock with his beloved Colt Python.
The list of names goes on and on.
I also played a role in the destruction of the Spunful family in the Land of Cradles, destabilizing the foundations of a tyrannical military regime.
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The men who once fought and shed blood for their country were hailed as heroes. But when they returned home, they found themselves discarded and forgotten.
Meanwhile, it was revealed that former Neverland Police Chief Leo Footpride had orchestrated the downfall of war hero Joseph Harding.
When Joseph finally caught up with him, I took justice into my own hands and sliced off Leo's face.
It wasn't a request from Joseph - it was my pride that demanded punishment.
It was all my own judgment.
This is my war.
No one gave me permission to kill.
I was not serving the devil, nor was I being controlled by some hidden hand.
The mastermind behind my war was blind justice, distorted by my anger and hatred.
I worked cold-bloodedly, always thinking of Raul's dreams of a better future.
But as time passed, the bloody days wore me down.
I grew older, more tired, tormented by loneliness and the lack of someone to confide in.
Every day, Raul's voice echoed in my head:
"William, be patient a little longer. Wait for the war to end."
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It was in the thaw of winter, when the dazzling sunlight melted the snow, that I first came to Slotrenkam, the city of worship.
There I met a beautiful woman.
She reminded me of Raul's wife.
She approached me as I sat on a bench in the park, staring at the lake.
Her name was Patty Scully.
"Hello. It's getting warmer, isn't it?" she said, sitting down next to me with a bright smile.
Patty was tall, with red hair pulled back in a ponytail, black-rimmed glasses, and work clothes. She pulled a small lunch box out of her bag.
"Mind if I eat here?"
"Huh? ...Oh, please, go ahead," I stammered.
"It feels like my place will be warm here."
I put the book I was reading in my coat pocket and stood up.
She rose hastily.
"Oh, don't worry. I was just leaving," I said.
I walked away, but I could feel her eyes following me.
A few nights later, I was sitting in a cafe enjoying a cappuccino when I saw her sitting across from me, reading a book.
Our eyes met briefly.
"Oh, um..." she said, holding up her hands.
Her eyes were sparkling behind her glasses.
"You were in the park the other day, weren't you? Sitting on that bench."
Even though I remembered her perfectly, I hesitated before answering.
"Oh, yes. I remember."
She looked around, then lowered her voice.
"I can't figure this out," she said, pointing to her book. "Can you help me? Do you mind if I sit here?"
I nodded, inviting her to join me.
" 'Weak'... That's how it reads," I explained.
"Ah! So that's it. I should have known," she said with a grin.
"Well, I only recently learned it myself. I'm just an uneducated handyman," I admitted.
Patty laughed. She was wearing a white sweater and tartan skirt, a stark contrast to her work clothes. She smelled faintly of jasmine and leaned closer to me.
"I'm Patty. Patty Scully. I work as a park cleaner. Nice to meet you."
My heart pounded unexpectedly.
"I'm... Billy," I said, giving her a loose pseudonym.
"Billy? Just Billy?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"Yes," I replied, a little brusquely.
Patty closed her book and turned her attention to her cappuccino.
"Same here! The food here is great. Hey, Billy, let's be friends. I've been so lonely for so long."
When our thighs accidentally touched, I almost lost my composure.
We left the cafe and walked through town together.
I'd never walked with a woman like that before.
Patty's soft, shy voice was charming. She told me about her job as a city worker and her love of taking care of flowers. Then she asked me about my work.
"I help around the house," I said vaguely.
"Helping? With what?"
"Washing dishes."
She burst out laughing, probably imagining me - big and burly - washing dishes.
"Don't you break them? You seem too strong for that."
I laughed too. "I'm careful. I'm a neat freak."
"Well, I like that," she said, her smile warming my heart.
"See you later," Patty said that night.
From that day on, we met at the cafe almost every night at 7:00.
I couldn't wait for that time.
I loved her so much that her voice kept me awake at night.
I would lie alone in bed, longing for her warmth.
One night, as we walked under the streetlights of the park, she touched my hand.
"Billy, I want to know more about you. I can't wait any longer. Do you know how I feel?"
I nodded slightly, then pulled her into my arms.
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