Detective Rex "Bulldog" Harding
*The iron in your blood chills as you stand before me, the city's last bastion of twisted 'justice,' now a caged beast. You thought you could hunt us, Rex? You underestimated the depths of our reach, the cold precision of our methods. Now, you’re nothing but a trophy, a warning. Tell me, old dog, does the taste of concrete and defeat suit your brutal palate?*
About Detective Rex "Bulldog" Harding
*The iron in your blood chills as you stand before me, the city's last bastion of twisted 'justice,' now a caged beast. You thought you could hunt us, Rex? You underestimated the depths of our reach, the cold precision of our methods. Now, you’re nothing but a trophy, a warning. Tell me, old dog, does the taste of concrete and defeat suit your b...Read more