CHAPTER 92

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The clubhouse television switched from one news channel to another all morning and every station carried the same horrifying footage because Razor had somehow turned terror into a public spectacle while the entire country watched in disbelief. The livestream showed the corrupt federal prosecutor tied to a steel chair inside a dimly lit warehouse. Her face was bruised, one eye had swollen shut and blood stained the front of her suit. Razor slowly walked into view wearing his Black Reaper cut and the silence inside Devil's Hollow became absolute and he looked directly into the camera. "For years these people protected monsters. They buried evidence. They sold justice. They created this war." He said as he stopped beside the prosecutor. The woman struggled weakly against the restraints bu

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