He was a minor league hitman.
And he was getting tired of killing people for low pay.
It was time for the big bucks.
He needed some high profile targets.
He had to stop making these ghetto hits.
There was not much profit in it.
It was time to run with the big dogs.
He finally got his first big hit.
And the money started rolling in.
He started hanging out with the high rollers.
And he was surrounded by pretty chicks.
He bought fancy cars and big houses.
He was living the life.
He never wanted this lifestyle to end.
So he made more big hits.
And he made a lot more money.
But all good things have to come to an end.
He had made many enemies in his hitman career.
And now it was time to pay the piper.
Someone put a big hit on his head.
And another hitman shot him dead.
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