“The list was a lie,” 47 said, stepping over the bodies. “She just wanted to see if I could kill myself and keep walking.”
The Chameleon stood up. He unbuttoned his jacket. Beneath it, strapped to his chest, were two silver pistols—exact replicas of 47’s own Silverballers.
“Not a copy,” The Chameleon said, reading 47’s expression. “Upgrades. The ICA’s old R&D blueprints. You were made in a lab. I was made in the field. Let’s see which one breaks first.”
He took the stairs.
Silence.
“The list was a lie,” 47 said, stepping over the bodies. “She just wanted to see if I could kill myself and keep walking.”
The Chameleon stood up. He unbuttoned his jacket. Beneath it, strapped to his chest, were two silver pistols—exact replicas of 47’s own Silverballers. hitman vs hitman agent 47
“Not a copy,” The Chameleon said, reading 47’s expression. “Upgrades. The ICA’s old R&D blueprints. You were made in a lab. I was made in the field. Let’s see which one breaks first.” “The list was a lie,” 47 said, stepping over the bodies
He took the stairs.
Silence.
