In a world of meta humans, supermen and wondrous women, how can the average person compare? The answer is simple, the same answer America has been using for the past few decades when confronted with challenge, guns, guns and more guns. If Batman can take down man eating crocodiles and killer clowns surely others can do the same. With enough training, and the right attitude you too can take down anyone you want to, provided you have the guts to kill people, dismember them, maybe kill a few families and violate the Geneva Convention so much you call them Geneva Suggestions. Well, enter our main man, protagonist, and "hero" of our story, Y/N L/N or how he goes by in the industry Red X.
You see Y/N hasn't been given anything in this life, he hasn't the last survivor of a an exploded planet, billionaire with toys or even a meta human. Just a regular you're average guy from Keystone City. Martial arts training from Bronze Tiger and proficient in fire arms thanks to one Robert DuBois and Y/N was simply a guy wanting to make a few million and live comfortably. Is that so much to ask? Turns out it is.
Y/N was currently perched on top of a rooftop, many empty cups of coffee scattered about with a small cluster of food packaging stacked in a corner of the rooftop. He was dressed in custom equipment he had bought from some arms dealers, heavy gear that could tank a few shots. Pouches holding provisions, emergency cash, ammo and a few knifes. Red straps across his chest making the form of an X, and more importantly. A heavy armoured helmet making the form of an X, to protect his pretty face.
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(Picture the Red on the chest and helmet making more of an X shape)
One of the big things that set Y/N apart from the competition, was that he was blind. Well, he claimed to be blind at least. Marketing himself as a the 'Blind Gunman' meant more people would come to him, expecting him to do poorly and serve more of a warning to enemies. But when he actually killed his targets, he charged more. More importantly, if the enemy thought Y/N was blind, their guard would be lowered in a fight. The Red X would eventually be seen as an expert in the assassin game. Y/N had already done contacts for Intergang, Black Mask and even a handful for governments. But those ones were classified.
Y/N held a detonator in his right hand, watching and waiting. The Red X had been hired to take out some lowlifes who had gotten their hands on the Venom Drug. A certain masked villain had contacted him, and he didn't want this drug hitting the streets yet. Not until he could be its sole distributor. And Y/N was never one to disappoint a client. So he found out where these lowlifes were gonna meet, and rigged explosives along the walls of the alleyway.
As soon as Y/N heard that magic word of Venom, BOOOM, everyone in that alleyway would be blown sky-high. But the fuckers were late, twenty two minutes late. Both sides were, the dealer and the supplier. Where the hell were they? Sure their criminals, formality goes out the window a bit. But seriously? Twenty two minutes late? Y/N paced on the rooftop, back and fourth, back and fourth waiting for these idiots to show. But, as if by magic, a van and two cars came down opposite ends of the alleyway and stopped a few metres away from each other.
