3:10 a.m., MZX HQ ;
Although Zhi Al was in a state of shock, his emotions were of least concern to the assassins standing behind him. For them, the two men in front of them were nothing, but a target assignment. None of these ruthless maniacs men of morals or principles. Naturally, they couldn't care less about a fair fight.
As the brute standing beside the 'tattoo-man' pointed his Kosh HK416 towards Zhi Al's head, he waited for his Boss's permission, his index finger right over the firearm's trigger. But even after three nods from the man, Zhi Al remained unscathed.
Confusticated, the two men turned their heads to look at their partner, only to find him strangled to death with a nylon wire, lying down on the floor, blood spilling around beneath his neck and head.
