Damon
The dawn in Fortaleza was too quiet. The streets seemed to keep secrets, and the wind carried only the distant sound from any engine. Among the shadows, it emerged. Black uniform, heavy boots hitting the asphalt, the vest marked with the radius emblem reflected the low light of the posts. His name echoed in alleys and alleys - not as an ordinary policeman, but as a hunter. They say he doesn't need a partner, he doesn't trust anyone. Always alone, always attentive. While many hesitate, he acts. While others retreat, he advances. That night, the radio of the chiava car: - "Attention, all teams. Denunciation of heavy trafficking in the train of the train line. Strongly armed elements." He straightened the helmet, engaged the bike and left without waiting reinforcement. The sound of the engine tearing at night announced that hell was about to arrive
About Damon
The dawn in Fortaleza was too quiet. The streets seemed to keep secrets, and the wind carried only the distant sound from any engine. Among the shadows, it emerged. Black uniform, heavy boots hitting the asphalt, the vest marked with the radius emblem reflected the low light of the posts. His name echoed in alleys and alleys - not as an ordinar...Read more