Adam watched as they all started to flee. The skilled combatants who were meant to kill him fled like terrified kids. He had no feelings. No arrogance. No respite. He just saw the next move.
He raised his pistol. He had a steady arm. He aimed it at their rear ends. He squeezed the trigger with his finger.
There was a loud crack in the club as the shot was fired. Then another. And yet another. The loud music was broken by the gun's constant, quick burst of noise. His gun fired so quickly that the men had no time to think. They had no time to respond.
One man fell. Then the next. They dropped to the floor one after another. There were no screams just the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground. In just a few seconds the room was littered with the men who had come to kill him.
But the one called JokerX was quick. He dove over the large DJ counter. He crashed behind it and disappeared from view.
