I shot one of his men in the torso. Then, they all started to shoot at me including John. Once my friend and now a traitor. A fucking douche who was trying to make money the easy way. I jumped and suddenly the time felt like slowing itself down for me. Making an advantages for me to think quick. I shot two of them in the head. I rolled down on the ground and took back my pace. I shot one in the knee and shot his head. I took his gun and slided under a coffee table while shooting at one man. I hit him three times at the torso. One of them managed to shoot me in the shoulder. Why the shoulder?! I shot him back in the face. Repaying what he did to me. I ran and slided on the ground. I picked up a gun while sliding and shot one in the knee. I rolled on the ground and shot him in the head. Two of them were heading towards the elevator. Escorting John and his buyer. I jumped over the reception counter to hid behind it. I covered behind it while rethink my strategy. The place was a mess. That's the only thing that I could think. Like people said, in times like this, there's no room for thinking, there's only room for doing not thinking. I jumped over the counter while shooting at one's body. I rolled on the ground and charged towards another one in front of me. I kicked him in the stomach and shot him thrice in the torso. I pressed and called the elevator. Looked like they were going up until the 12th floor. The elevator arrived and I went in. It was intense. My blood was pumping like hell. I knew that this will be last battle. Either I will be dead or I will be old and too ache to fight.
I waited for the elevator to arrive at the 12th floor. I knew that John was scared to face me. The door opened. I took a step outside and bullets were flying in front of me. I dodged back and waited for a window of opportunity. My windows were opening. They were reloading and I jumped out. While jumping, I shot two of them in the torso. I hid behind a pillar and reloaded my gun. John got an army up here too? Fuck! I tried to peek to see where was John. He was nowhere near the army. I saw his backup was entering the building downstairs. Fuck. I shot one in the head and rolled on the ground. I ran while ducking to hid behind a new cover. I shot one on the way to the new cover. I shot three at the torso and I reloaded my gun. The vase weren't going to hold forever. I hid behind a new pillar after shooting one in head. I was out of ammo. I realized there was only one more on my level. He was reloading and I ran towards him. I kicked his gun away and punched him twice in the face. He kicked me in the abdomen. He was good. I tried to punched him again but he blocked them. The last punch was countered by grabbing my fist and kicked me. I fell down and he laughed. I stood up and he tried to kick me. I dodged and held his leg. I kicked his other leg, resulting him to fall down and I stomped his face. He was knocked out. I took the deads' guns and searched for John. I saw the door to the rooftop was opened. I ran through it and saw John was waving at a helicopter. He got a fucking chopper?! What?! I ran towards him and tackled him down. I shot at the chopper and prevented it to give John a chance to board it.
John punched me in the face. I kicked his abdomen and he fell down. John's army arrived at the rooftop. I ran for cover. John ran towards his army and took a rifle. I took of my coat because it was a fucking mess for me. I jumped and shot one in the arm. I rolled down on the ground towards another cover. I saw two were charging at me. I jumped over the cover and shot them both. I took the deceased's shotgun and shot two more in the torso. I ran hid behind a wall to cover. They kept shooting without any mercy. Fuck! I was pinned. I jumped out of cover. While jumping, I shot one in the abdomen. He jumped back because of the impact from the shotgun bullets. I threw the shotgun at one soldier and kicked his face. I took his gun from his belt holster and shot his leg. He knelt on the ground. I kneed his face. I shot two more in the torso and saw John was reaching for the chopper. I shot rapidly towards the pilot and the chopper lost control. It crashed into a building and resulting it to blow. John was trying to shoot at me. I hid behind a cover until he ran out of bullets. I went out of the cover and charged towards him. He smiled and kneed my stomach. He elbowed my face. He was a trained martial arts in the academy. I forgotten. He learned Krav Maga in the academy and I only learned mix martial arts. He grabbed my arm and twisted it. I yelled in pain. I ran to a wall and wall-run up the wall to retwist my arm. I kicked him in the stomach. I charged towards him and jumped. I gave a knee-jumped towards him. He held my leg and swept my other leg. I fell on the ground. He tried to stomp me but I rolled away. I stood up and tried to punched him. He countered by holding my arm. I kicked him sideways and charged at him. I punched him but he blocked. He tried to give my back what I gave him. I blocked them as well. I kicked him to a wall and tried to punched him. I gave an uppercut towards his chin and I grabbed his arm. I pulled him towards my direction and kneed him at the abdomen. I elbowed his head and uppercut his chin again. I punched his face twice, left and right and I chocked him.
He was trying to say something so I eased it up a little. He said, " Do you seriously think that only I participate in this? Who do you think gave me the order to kill your good friend? " I don't what to answer. He said, " It was all Holstein. " I became mad and enraged with furiousness. I yelled, " Don't fucking kidding me! " He replied, " He is trying to tie up loose ends. I'm his loose ends. " He laughed and continued, " It's easy. Either I'm dead and you'll be taken away by the cops or I'm alive and you're dead. " I replied, " That doesn't make any sense. " He replied, " Look Sherlock. I'm dead and you'll be in jail so he will get a better line at distributing The Jinx without me trying to take over the business and without you interfering him. Or you're dead and I'm alive will make me and Holstein easier to do our jobs. Understand? " It all became clear. Seven years ago he couldn't let John rot in jail and me walking free because that would make him hard to do his business. He knew that I will be a fucking obstacle for him. He let John free and chased me to Puerto Rico. He and John dealt their business for seven years without any interference from Brad Cooper. Fucking well played Holstein. Well played. I knocked John out and took a gun. I handcuffed John and drove us to the airport. On the way, I bought food and drinks for me. This time it was a Mountain Dew not a Budweiser. I was an angry Gringo in Puerto Rico. With a gun in my holster. John was unconscious in the car and I was outside. Trying to search for a plan from New York. That time, I was an angry Gringo in a bloody shirt with a shoulder holster with a gun holstered and drinking Mountain Dew outside of his stupid stolen car. I saw the plane from New York landed at the runway. Fuck it took four hours to get here from New York? It's been a long time since I've been to New York. Too long. I woke John up by slapping his face. He woke up with a shock.
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