As Leitao passed a street corner, he keenly sensed someone watching from the shadows. He immediately pressed his body against the wall, gripping his M1911 pistol tightly in his right hand.
Just then, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air. Instinctively, Leitao ducked his head, and several shuriken grazed his scalp, embedding themselves in the wall behind him and vibrating with a low hum. He looked up to see Nakajima, dressed in a black, form-fitting ninja suit, standing ghost-like atop a residential perimeter wall, his cold silhouette outlined by the moonlight.
At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, Leitao caught sight of Makita at the entrance of the alley. The ninja was approaching at high speed, tracing a bizarre S-shaped path with a katana gripped in one hand. The blade reflected a cold light, matching the steady, oppressive rhythm of his footsteps.
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