47 wiped the blade on the dead man’s grey suit. He looked at her with eyes that held no anger, no mercy—only function.
One strike. Clean. Silent.
“I do.” The Chameleon finally looked up. His eyes were the same cold blue as 47’s. “But I also know something you don’t. The person who bought the list? She didn’t buy it to use it. She bought it to burn it. She wanted to force you and me into the same room.” hitman vs hitman agent 47
Diana’s voice was a cold whisper in his earpiece. “The Chameleon is no ordinary contractor, 47. He was trained by the same people who made you. He knows our protocols. He knows you .” 47 wiped the blade on the dead man’s grey suit
“And can you?”
A glass shattered. 47 rolled, felt a bullet graze his shoulder—a warning shot. The Chameleon wasn’t trying to kill him quickly. He was playing . His eyes were the same cold blue as 47’s