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Chapter 22 - Chapter 21

The limousine drifting and skidding out of control. It slams into a row of packed cars, straightening for a moment before it flip's/cart-wheels over and over and lands on its roof.

Three cars on the transport route. Centre car is the limousine the two remaining guard cars take notice and break as they realize What happened.

I slowly pull myself out of the side window of the wreck with my suit still looking clean.

Getting a hand gun from within, aiming at the back cruiser.

Suddenly the windshield forms spiderwebs and the the guard on the passenger seat is hit in the chest.

I fire again.

The driver is hit this results in the car drifting and hitting another parked car. I aim and shoot at the fuel tank, watching it exploded I turn to face the front car that is revasing back.

Looking at the first wreckage I ran between two buildings while throwing a bomb into the wrecked car and letting it go off fully finishing off the intended target.

Two days later inside a mansion I'm being frisked and allowed to enter a room the targets in, with a tray of food.

Walking to a table. At the head sits her, Gianna. A government spy informant who married a mafia boss that's working for the hand.

I places the tray in the middle of the table next to her carving knife. I moved back, lingering for so seconds to formulate a plan.

Moments letter a guard signal me to move.

I nod.

Outside the room, I plunge the knife into the impatient guard's neck while taking the gun from his thigh holster.

Shooting the shoulder of the only other guard next to us making him drop his gun.

I put one hand on his neck and drag him to the door trying to use him as a shield, standing to one side with my gun in the other hand.

A number of guards run to my area level, weapons out. I put them down faster than they came in. Taking a moment to wait, i aim my gun towards the corner of a wall and pop the main target crawling on the floor trying to sneak away then finishing off the guard in my hand and leaving while making sure there's no evidence to link all this to me.