THE HAIL

In a pigsty neighborhood where even owning a banausic motorcycle was a dream for all, a hyper-masterpiece, Bugatti La Voiture Noire, made its stop on the squalid contaminated grounds of Kibra neighborhood, crashing with the environs. Its money-like sound summoned all the human beings in the neighborhood, and its sleek stylish design pulled their jaws from their interjections and left their mouths wide open and dyspneal.

The doors of the breathtaking machine opened up and wide, and Jordan led the squad as they matched outside, breathing an aura completely different from what they were sampling inside the clean luxurious machine. All the same, they knew what to expect back here.

Jordan stood still, his signature acold eyes crashing with the malnourished innumerable people before him. More than half of the assemblage wore lacerate and bedraggled clothes. Their bare feet seemed so cool as they bled with the streams of sewerage that they were standing on. Lucky were a few who had torn sadd
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