Next, with almost lightning speed, the red dots flashing on the black-clad men shifted to their foreheads in an instant.
Then, a uniform series of thunderous 'Bang!' erupted from all directions, as if rehearsed beforehand. It lasted less than a second before abruptly subsiding.
The two rows of black-clad men standing in front of the hotel, smug and confident just a moment ago, now had no fewer than five bleeding holes in each of their foreheads. One after another, like limp eggplants, they collapsed to the ground.
Even at the moment of their deaths, their eyes remained wide open, their expressions frozen in place, still reflecting their brief lapse in vigilance.
In the blink of an eye, the thirty meticulously trained Mafia members were reduced to a single survivor—Scarface, left standing in a whirlwind of terror and disbelief.
