Carlo stood before the female supervisor's corpse. He had left alone earlier, following Dean's instructions, but unexpectedly, he had circled back.
Now, he held a gun in each hand, furiously aiming at a figure in the emergency exit passageway: the hot girl from the duty room.
Her snow-white, slender right thigh was bloodstained. She leaned weakly against the emergency exit door, holding another man in a security uniform as a human shield. A gun was pressed to his head, creating a standoff with Carlo.
"Fuck, what the hell is going on here!" Harry cursed angrily. He scrambled up from the ground, raised his revolver, and joined Carlo in the narrow passageway, establishing a crossfire on the hot girl.
The male security guard held hostage by the hot girl still hadn't seemed to grasp what was happening.
With a pistol pressed to the back of his head, he stared at his supervisor lying in a pool of blood and said blankly, "Fina, I'm the captain! You killed Manager Indy? Are you crazy?"
