Hey, names Vincent. A while ago I was sitting in one of my luxurious

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Hey, names Vincent.
A while ago I was sitting in one of my luxurious offices when the No.1-phone rang.
It was a criminal gang that had kidnapped my girlfriend, Blonde Tiffany 18.
They demanded 4 billion dollars in ransom.

I ran directly to my Maserati that I drove into the cargo of my specially made No:1-Helicopter, that only I can drive. When I lifted of, I remembered my hard time growing up in the hood and I was not going to give up.

I landed the helicopter at a safe location and drove of with my maserati to the hood where the kidnappers and my girl was located. I drove at nearly 250 MPH and someone shot at me and I started to spin out of control.

I threw myself out of the spinning car and pulled out my UZI and shot down like five people. Afterwards I roundkicked a door in there waited Mike Tyson and Jet Li and ten soldiers.

I had to use all my strength and my own developed No:1-close combat technique, but I defeated them all.
After that I freed my girlfriend Blonde Tiffany 18, we left the burning hood on a motorcycle at sunset.

I have experienced a lot of stuff, one time I escaped a submarine and saved the whole crew, and we ascended from 300 feet and then I got help.

One time I beat down five airplane jackers, 40000 feet in the air, the pilot had passed out and I had to do an emergency landing.


Well, someone has to stand up for justice, and we are here and there, going around the world and making things right.

But I also feel lonely sometimes, when the night comes, twilight spreading its long shadows over desolate plains and I drive the long winding roads on my motorbike.

I work behind the curtains, I am he who makes things right, but seldom receives any thanks, but I am happy anyway. Even if I only get a regular paycheck so is justice and happiness my biggest reward.