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Her eyes were so deep and blue and even if she's in a distance, looking directly into it was like she was in front of her. "What do we do now" asked Bong who smelled like shit. He just peed on his pants earlier. "Just wait on my signal" she whispered. Her eyes not leaving the Badblood. Below her were the villagers with their spears and swords ready. Fear was clear on their faces but it was overpowered by the determination to fight for their village. The Badblood closed her eyes and when she opened it in a second, they were gray. Her pupils gone and everything around it gone.

he yelled. He saw the old man run past him again in the darkness. The man did not move; he stood still, prepared, and unarmed. Then, he drifted and heard the sound of a loud thud. His courage left, and he felt a dull weakness in his body that spread and engulfed everything in him. He opened his mouth and gasped. Fresh free air flowed from his mouth and descended around his body. He felt a tug from behind him, and he turned back. Quickly, a blade darted through his head, and he ducked. Enormous sweat flowed all over him.

Christian's mother was there at the time and was killed in the Black Bullet shootout. The enmity between Christian and Black Bullet continues to this day. Chritian is the one who knows the Black Bullet the best, he understands how their criminal activities are so he can easily help Phelan escape their underground secret room. "It's not just that I'm rushing to Kenya with you and Phelan. It's all part of Phelan's plan.

replied, “Good, I prefer a quick fight.” The group surrounded me, raising their iron rods to strike at me with all their might. With a swift motion, I slashed my dagger across their wrists, using my last ounce of strength to push myself off the ground and kick towards them. Thud! Several of them fell to the ground. Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed nearby. “Not good, someone’s coming! Let’s go!” More than a dozen men in black jumped off the truck, but just as they were about to escape, a blinding light shone down on them. A group of armed individuals aimed their dark guns at the men, while a helicopter hovered above. A tall, stern-looking man stepped out of a vehicle. An overwhelming pressu

“You think you run this place? because you’re on the damn council, everyone should grovel at your feet? Let me break it to you, you're no bigger than an ant to me. And if I wanted, I’d squash you till you decay. I’m not scared of your trembling trigger finger.” “I'm warning you, Blackwood!” he growled, a vein throbbing at his temple, the gun shaking ever so slightly in his hand. The tension in the room was suffocating. Time slowed as Scarlet inched closer. And then, bang! The shot rang out. She jerked to the side just in time dodging the bullet. The bullet smashed into the wall behind her with a sharp crack.

The face of my mum in a pool of blood, the Italian store owner and even the guy who was shot in the dinning arena came flooding my thoughts. When I managed to open my eyes, I found the man frozen in place, his face as white as a ghost. The bullet struck directly at an inch away off the target. It was obvious he did that on purpose. Of course, he wouldn’t miss, he was Damien Black afterall. “So close, maybe I should try again.“ “No” I blurted out almost immediately and he turned to face me. “No…not with the man.“ I breathed shakingly Fuck, I wasn’t built for this!

Camila behind Boss believe blood will be spilled, this will probably be her last night. Boss smiled. "Boys, let's not draw attention to ourselves, huh?" By attention he meant the police. "I bet Blackshot is just having fun in the dressing room." Boss pointed towards the dressing room making all Blackshot men face that direction. But everything happened so fast when a gun was fired and Blackshort so called hefty leading man landing hard on the ground. Boss had pull his trigger making his shot at his left eye. The bar became a field of gun shots and dead bodies.

The gunshot cracked through the boardroom like thunder in a steel cage. Aiden flinched instinctively, shoving Silas sideways as the bullet punched through the glass wall behind them, spiderwebbing outward in a deadly bloom. Shards rained down in glittering shards, the city wind howling through the breach like a warning. The intruder—a broad-shouldered thug in black tactical gear, face half-hidden by a balaclava—stood framed in the shattered doorway, pistol still raised. “Blackwood! Step away from Vane or the next one goes through your pretty face.”

His skin gleamed with sweat. “Blackwood!” Leah snapped, gun raised. “Hands where I can see them!” His eyes darted to a red button on the briefcase. He hesitated then lunged. “No!” Jason shouted, diving forward. Leah fired. The bullet bounce off the dish, sparks flew. Blackwood flinched but managed to slap his palm down. A blinding flash erupted. The high-pitched screech of a transmission blast filled the room. For a second, everything was bathed in eerie blue then darkness. The power failed.