Killers always win

Weather was cold on this summer day at Parc Longchamp, historical institution of Marseille, France. A dry cold to make your blood freeze. The atmosphere on that day did not bode well. A misty sun, onlookers sitted on the benches at lunch time, a deadly calm… before a storm. Because, if this day was apparently normal for them, they were far to imagine the scene they were about to witness.

Not far from the square overlooking this palace built in 1862, a tall man practises some routine exercises. He is the kind whom you should better stay away from. Sharp-eyed, dressed with a long lined coat, a unique hat and jeans that only time will abrade, he switches from mid to long-range shooting. No possible doubt, he is a bounty hunter, a killer with a very distinctive feature: he has two left legs. His target of the day does certainly not expect such a fate.

A killer can smell his target coming. Everything is premeditated, this wide square will be the theatre of their battle, if we may name such a meeting like that, as the victim might not have enough time to draw his weapon.

Far away in the dust, the two men are facing each other. The tension reaches its maximum, you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. The meeting he prepared for had finally arrived. In any way, no one could deny he was stronger, and he would soon get a wildly lucrative reward. Unmoving, focused, they are about to kill each other. The right hand within reach of their gun, mutually staring, the shock will only last few seconds, tenths of seconds.

A quick move and the Killer draw his weapon, firm arm, standing straight, he shots a bullet right in his heart. He owns now what he came for, the life of this man which body lies on the floor. Killers always win…

Cap : Kill Brand
Coat : Suit
Shirt : Denim & Supply
T-shirt : Denim & Supply
Jeans : Naked & Famous
Sneakers : Nike
Sunglasses : Persol

Photos : Saut Gui aka Fainst des Ziris