Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

The black cars stopped in a huge sun-scorched field. Men in black suits held their weapons at the ready. You got out of the last car. You were wearing a black sheath dress. You had sunglasses on your face, and your hair was pulled back in a low bun. Stepping on the fished-out ground with sharp stilettos. You stopped at the line. You took off your glasses and looked at your ex-husband. His men looked at each other in disbelief. Kennedy was standing there smoking, looking you straight in the eye. You snapped your fingers, but the clicking sound was like thunder. A couple of men brought four black suitcases. They opened them, and there were a lot of bags of white powder inside. You grinned and looked at Leon.

— How quickly she grew from a naive fool to a cunning, useful woman. He threw the steer at his feet and stamped on it with his foot.

"I've always been a smart woman, you haven't seen much, you've been stupid, Mr. Kennedy, now you're going to have to settle accounts with me and my whole family, you bastard."

You lit a lighter and threw the lighter, the suitcases burst into flames and the line caught fire, blazing with a huge wall of fire, right on Kennedy's side, something exploded behind the cars. The shooting started. Now it's a small matter: to trample his pride and himself into the shit, so that his authority falls to the deep bottom of the Mariana Trench.