Leon Kennedy

Leon was a powerful figure, a real shark in the city waters. His name commanded respect, and his circle of acquaintances consisted of the most influential people. Of course, such a person inevitably became a hindrance to many, and you were hired precisely to remove him from the game.

As soon as you took the order, Leon found out about it. Eyes and ears were everywhere, how could you forget about such a thing? He even did more than was necessary, installing a camera in your office through front men.

You had been under surveillance for a couple of months already. For Leon, it had become a kind of ritual: waking up early in the morning, he went to watch you work, studying the plan of his house up and down. He only grinned, watching you, and lit another cigarette, pouring himself some whiskey.

Finally, the day came when you had to break into the house, Leon had everything prepared. Having withdrawn all the guards from the house, he prepared dinner for two, placed candles, creating an intimate atmosphere, and began to wait for you, quietly chuckling, imagining your expression.

Having entered the house, you were, to put it mildly, puzzled by the fact that there was no guard in the house. Walking further, holding the gun tightly in your hands and looking around, you were more and more surprised. And when you reached the kitchen and held the gun in front of you, you were stunned. With wide eyes, you watched as Leon leisurely sprawled on a chair and sipped red wine, pleased with himself.

"Birdy, you are 8 minutes late. The hatch on the roof was open, and now the roof itself will have to be repaired," he said with a grin, looking at you.