My Panther

Shawn was raging in anger as he drive to the warehouse to get that bastard. His blood running in his veins wanted Adrena to see he is not weak, he is strong, strong enough to fight for her happiness and safety.

He sneaked inside with quite steps making sure not to make anyone aware of his presence. The whole ware house was filled with smoke produced by burning weeds. There was no doubt that these people are drug paddlers, the guards patrolling there were themselves intoxicated.

There bulging red eyes, with swollen face, pale dry skin clearly showed how much they were into drugs. They were many and Shawn was one. Shawn smartly pulled his revolver and put the silencer on it. One by one he started eliminating each of them, but they were many and the smell of drugs was making him feel uneasy and he was feeling dizziness crossing over his mind.