Preamble It was known by many names, the city of the…
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Preamble
It was known by many names, the city of the Devil, of Death, of Chaos and Rot, any epithet fell short, because in Sin City no one is what they seem or seem what they really are, but you can be sure of one thing. If you behave well and comply with all the rules you will end up dead, but if you behave badly and break them it is because you are already dead.
Sin City - The detective
John Mackallahan, a former military man, when he got tired of killing for Uncle Sam, decided to become a private detective. He was still in his office in the center of Sin City, although it had already passed 11 at night and the hour of the wolf was about to come. He drank. a Scottish double sitting next to his phone waiting for it to ring, a new case was about to arrive, who the hell was going to call him so late on that cold and rainy night to hire his services?, but that was not the question you should be asking yourself , anyone who used their judgment would know that a man of his size, more than two meters tall and as wide as a brick or concrete wall, could not be a private detective in Sin City or anywhere else.
The sign hanging over the door of his office was only a cover to justify to the treasury the inflows of money into his estate, since John Mackallahan had not investigated anyone or taken a photograph of an unfaithful husband or wife in more than 15 years. as a detective in the city, Sin City did not need private detectives taller than two meters who could not go unnoticed, but it does break bones, tighten nuts, when there was some good money to be recovered, for some years now the mafia was no longer what It was, it was cheaper to hire a stranger to do the work than to entrust the task to someone in the family, less complicated, without a dental plan or year-end bonus, nor did you have to send flowers to the hospital or cemetery if something went wrong.
Although with John something rarely went wrong, within his many abilities the best job John Mackallahan did and really enjoyed was disappearing people who didn't need to disappear, he was so good at it that sometimes he even did it for free, sometimes he went out of his way. office going to any bar or any bar, he would sit at the bar, order a Scottish double, after drinking two or three he would then choose someone in the bar completely at random, the singer, or one of the musicians, maybe the waitress, or maybe a drunk, the sexiest girl, or the fattest girl, or the funny guy who had been telling jokes to his friends all night, John did not discriminate based on social status, sex, age, profession, weight, or humor!!!, it was just that he enjoyed killing.
-Ring, ring, ring!!!-, when his phone rang, John didn't bother to answer, first he helped himself to another double Scotch, he knew very well that they would call again.
To be continue...
#SinCity #SincityStory #Fiction #BigVERSO #ia #AIArt #AIimages
It was known by many names, the city of the Devil, of Death, of Chaos and Rot, any epithet fell short, because in Sin City no one is what they seem or seem what they really are, but you can be sure of one thing. If you behave well and comply with all the rules you will end up dead, but if you behave badly and break them it is because you are already dead.
Sin City - The detective
John Mackallahan, a former military man, when he got tired of killing for Uncle Sam, decided to become a private detective. He was still in his office in the center of Sin City, although it had already passed 11 at night and the hour of the wolf was about to come. He drank. a Scottish double sitting next to his phone waiting for it to ring, a new case was about to arrive, who the hell was going to call him so late on that cold and rainy night to hire his services?, but that was not the question you should be asking yourself , anyone who used their judgment would know that a man of his size, more than two meters tall and as wide as a brick or concrete wall, could not be a private detective in Sin City or anywhere else.
The sign hanging over the door of his office was only a cover to justify to the treasury the inflows of money into his estate, since John Mackallahan had not investigated anyone or taken a photograph of an unfaithful husband or wife in more than 15 years. as a detective in the city, Sin City did not need private detectives taller than two meters who could not go unnoticed, but it does break bones, tighten nuts, when there was some good money to be recovered, for some years now the mafia was no longer what It was, it was cheaper to hire a stranger to do the work than to entrust the task to someone in the family, less complicated, without a dental plan or year-end bonus, nor did you have to send flowers to the hospital or cemetery if something went wrong.
Although with John something rarely went wrong, within his many abilities the best job John Mackallahan did and really enjoyed was disappearing people who didn't need to disappear, he was so good at it that sometimes he even did it for free, sometimes he went out of his way. office going to any bar or any bar, he would sit at the bar, order a Scottish double, after drinking two or three he would then choose someone in the bar completely at random, the singer, or one of the musicians, maybe the waitress, or maybe a drunk, the sexiest girl, or the fattest girl, or the funny guy who had been telling jokes to his friends all night, John did not discriminate based on social status, sex, age, profession, weight, or humor!!!, it was just that he enjoyed killing.
-Ring, ring, ring!!!-, when his phone rang, John didn't bother to answer, first he helped himself to another double Scotch, he knew very well that they would call again.
To be continue...
#SinCity #SincityStory #Fiction #BigVERSO #ia #AIArt #AIimages
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