He curled smoothly behind the car using it as a leverage to stop more bullets, this time.

Tightened grips around his double 9mm sig sauer p395 pistols, he burst into action again, 20 rounds of ammunition, 20 kill shots.

"Gboah!" "Gboah"

Ducking quickly, as two more lifeless body dropped to the ground, he seemed to havr rattled his companions who began to get a little bit hysteria, shifting and moving carelessly like chess pieces falling apart.

He rolled out into the open, seizing two more deadbeats who fell to the cold floor before their guns stopped firing.

This time, he rolled under the cover of an empty bus or so he thought.

"Kakaka...Gboah!"

The smell of gun fire and quickly suffocated the air around them.

There was no hurry for him, dinner may have to be postponed but one thing was certain, he was going to kill them all, none of them were up to par, too bad.

He went flat on his stomach and fired two shots, one to the foot and one to its owner's head who slumped on his exploding skull.

There and then someone jumped out of the bus, clumsy enough to let him adjust to the threat was a big error.

He slid out of shooting range and pushed his big right foot into the groin of his companion who bellowed and did all his best to adjust to the pain but he gave him no chance.

"Gboah!"

Another skull went burst as three more bodies appeared from the sides, flanking him, they fired aimlessly as those in terror did, he shielded himself as quickly as he could with his Kevlar SSR suit, hiding his face from the blast directed at him and instinctively thrusting his back foot into the stomach of the other approaching from behind.

He charged and grappled one's gun while unloading one round into the cheat of another and then using his unfortunate assailant's gun to murder the third man who hadn't recovered from the kick to the stomach.

"Ah!"

"Gboah!!"

And down the last came to his death. He slid underneath the bus and out into the open, under heavy fire but barely enough to get past his suit and do real damage.

He his his face under the protection of his suit and unloaded more bullets with deadly precision as he drew nearer.

Two came out to the open to their death as he charged at them, grappling one's gun out of his hand and pushing it deep into his throat, breaking his wind pipe before delivering a splitting and nail biting kick to the head of the other who went slumped dead to the floor immediately before he unloaded two rounds in them to make sure, they stayed dead, his world had a lot of those characters who rarely ever stayed dead.

He took a big hit from behind that pushed him into crashing the windscreen of another vehicle, he took two pieces and flung at his companions, one took a piece in his hand and the other, went deep throated.

"Gboah!... Gboah!!"

They went beneath the natural plain into the great abyss of nothing.

In a few more minute's, agara road had turned silence, a cemetery sort of silence would feel jealous over this silence that came over the area.

"Grin-Grin-Grin!"

"Hello" Markai responded, pulling the shells of his suit as he walked around to confirm his companions were all dead.

"I got bad news and worst news!"

"Give me the bad news first," Markai responded.

"The job you pulled in Delta , 2012 has been flagged down,"

MArkai's heart almost skipped a beat, he shuddered with great fear that his gun fell out of his hand.

"He is dead, right? He died, didn't he? Please tell me haround,, tell me we did it, tell me..."

"No, John wike is Alive, He left a Message with your gang, you should see it for yourself, the table has flagged you an outcast they are scared as well, you are on your own now,"

The call went bleeped and so did Markai's expression did.

He could feel his legs shake beneath him, if only the ground could swallow him up but even that wouldn't stop the devil from claiming his soul not to talk less of John Wike.

He tightened his grip around his pistol, he had lived such a great life as a top and feared assassin, what waste that would be but at least he would be doing himself a favor, this time around.

"Gboah!"


Echoed one last gun shot.