"Chaotically!"
Up in the attic, a man with a smoking pipe in his mouth instantly realized he'd been exposed. Cursing under his breath, he immediately took cover behind a door and window and pressed the communicator.
"The gunman has been killed by me, but I've been exposed now, too. Where the hell did you get these fierce people from? Their insight is too damn sharp!"
Just as the smoking man finished speaking, a sudden "bang" rang out from the street below.
"Ah," the smoking man screamed, clutching his left eye as blood spurted out between his fingers.
Who could have imagined that this shot would shatter the wood next to the window, and that during the chaotic spread of countless splinters, one just happened to pierce through his left eye?
The smoking man's pipe fell to the ground as he staggered away quickly, enduring the severe pain and pressed the communicator with a blood-soaked palm.
"I'm injured, quickly arrange for someone to rescue me."
...
On the street.
