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They told him you can't take anything with you when you die. They were wrong.
He took the city's worst criminals with him.
Nico Valente is an arrogant, self-centered son of a bitch. The only thing he hates more
than his job at the welfare office, are the poor people coming in looking for a handout.
Nico is dying of cancer. Every Sunday morning, while most of his pathetic clients
are sitting in the back of church praying for a better life, Nico puts a single bullet
into his gun, puts the barrel to his head, and pulls the trigger. The race between the
bullet and cancer to claim him would be enough to make Nico smile, if he were the
smiling type.
One Sunday morning, out of bullets and still breathing Nico decides to use
the days he has left to do something he's never done before -- what he thought was a
good deed.
In the remaining days of his life, Nico embarked on a mission to take down crime. The media
called it the largest vigilante killing spree in the history of the United States. What they
didn't tell you was that thousands attended his funeral to thank him.
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