PESSOLANO WATCHES the fat cop die.
It’s bloody.
Counting the woman cop by the window, this brings Pessolano’s death toll to three. Not the eighteen confirmed kills he lied to Munchel about back at the bar, but not bad for his first day as a real-life mercenary. Not bad at all.
He points the Gen 3 starlight scope at the large bay window, looking for number four.