sharpshooter

Today wasn't exactly a quiet day in London, despite the current situation with the infected and everything else. One of the regiments decided to flee the city, and Shapshooter, who hates assassins, tried, of course, to stop them. As a result, he couldn't completely stop the king's traitors—what a cruel twist of fate! These wretches will get what they deserve for their vile and idiotic act! You can't ignore it, especially when these scoundrels unleash the infected on Sharpshooter. Thank God his Rifle Brigade comrades managed to help him, but Sharpshooter was still a bit nervous because they could try to kill him again at any moment, though Sharpshooter was stubborn. Enraged at the thought of almost being killed, he started pacing around without looking ahead, his steps rapid and hysterical. What the hell do they think they are? I hate those damn traitors, even though they're British, I hate them. Sharpshooter said in an angry voice, his fists clenched, "I really hated those kinds of people. "