Wuming's blood was coursing through his veins. He had never felt more alive. He meant, infiltrating and ending a lot of people in one day? He must as well be in heaven. On one ear was his earpiece for communicating and on the other, he had a small earbud for music.
He was not that fond of modern music but they were growing on him for the past few weeks. Upbeat songs made great workout music. Who would've thought it was also nice to dance to a beat while killing people?
He should get a new nickname, The Dancing Killer. Or just simply, The Dancer.
Most of the people he had killed, he managed to sneak up on and not announce his position to the others. Sweat made his suit feel clammy and there was nothing else he wanted to do at that moment but to take it off and take on these people shirtless.