“Then he knows to be afraid,” 47 replied, loading his custom Silverballers.
“Who?”
A glass shattered. 47 rolled, felt a bullet graze his shoulder—a warning shot. The Chameleon wasn’t trying to kill him quickly. He was playing . hitman vs hitman agent 47
The Chameleon moved first—not for his guns, but for the chandelier chain. He yanked it, plunging the room into darkness. 47 dropped low, ears straining. A whisper of fabric. A floorboard creaked to his left. “Then he knows to be afraid,” 47 replied,
He chambered a round.
“Not a copy,” The Chameleon said, reading 47’s expression. “Upgrades. The ICA’s old R&D blueprints. You were made in a lab. I was made in the field. Let’s see which one breaks first.” “Then he knows to be afraid