Mafia assassin Chen swallowed hard when the smell of smoke and burnt flesh hit his nose as his latest victims met their maker. He didn't like killing, but it was the only way he could avenge his big brother, Minseok. He looked down at the devastation from his spot on a small hill, fighting not to cry. Assassins don't cry for their victims. He would walk away in 3, 2, 1. As always.