*BANG* *BANG*
With approximately sixteen people inside the aging concrete establishment, the air suddenly turned pressing and suffocating. The broken small windows for ventilation above shakes as a strong breeze tries to crash the remaining fragments intact. Some disgusting used condoms loitered along with the pieces of broken bottles scattered on the floor and visible heavy spiderwebs clung at every corner of the hair strand crack vandalized walls.
As two deafening gunshots were fired randomly by Mike, they were all obliged to shut their mouth as they held their breath -- shrinking their presence.
As soon as the flat line cadence split their ears, the smell of gun powders waffled inside the abandoned warehouse. One did not dare to speak a word as their big boss's right-in-command fired another two consecutive warning shots -- the fifth one would definitely land to any one of them.
