The Sharpshooting Drunkard

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5 years later. A rowdy bar. Filled with sleepy drunkards. But there was still one guy, shouting at the bartender "REFILL!". He was the sharpshooter. But he has changed. Sporting a beard, having a weak body.

He walked out of the bar, drunk, still with a beer bottle in his hand, creating chaos all over the road. And a car crashing him. Ok... almost. Well, he just fell off in front of the car and he swore at the driver. And the driver, turned out to be, detective Smith. He went up to Raven and whispered something in his ear. "Are you fricking serious?!" He screamed.

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So, hey guys, at the time my vacations are going on, so I will publish more of the chapters. Good or bad I need your reviews readers.... please PM me...

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