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Once upon a millennium ago, there was a Gunsmith from Hell, and he made hellish guns with abilities that were beyond human: Hellfire Arms. Of course, using these guns required a certain price: the human soul

But a "mishap" in Hell has caused many of the Arms to drop in the east coast city of Morissey, where not everyone is exactly a saint

In this fantastical representation of 1940's America, private investigator Chance Gordon works with the city's finest in order to get the Hellfire Arms back where they belong before the human race is slaughtered by Hellfire.

Bullets will be exchanged, and bodies will hit the floor.

Drip Work

Chance jumped onto one building as the air he received from his initial launch was pushing him forward. The wind was not strong, allowing him to shoot himself forward from building to building. He transferred the gold energy inside him to his feet. The soles of his shoes become a launch pad of some sorts.

Valefar was faster than a bullet.

"Let me help." Hardin said within Showdown. The aura surrounding Chance grew bigger, covering the outline of his entire body. Soon he launched off from another building, and he was shot into the air, and soon Hardin's energy was pushing the Haverton detective in the skies.

Damn, Chance thought as the wind blasted through his face, he raised his right hand forward, while the left was simply folded allowing the wind to go over his left arm and shoulder.

City Chase