William heard the thug leader calling for backup and quickly retreated to the hotel entrance. He grabbed three AK-47s, removed their magazines and the bullets in their chambers, then gathered a dozen spare magazines and returned to the pillar.
He threw the three AK-47s and the magazines towards the hotel security personnel, who were huddled in the corner and by the staircase. The whole process took less than ten seconds.
Receiving the AK-47s and the magazines, the security guards' confidence surged. They loaded the weapons and gave William a thumbs up, now fully convinced that he was on their side.
William signaled to the hotel security that he was going to handle the incoming reinforcements. The guard who saw his signal nodded, understanding that staying at the door would risk being attacked from both sides. With the AK-47s in hand, the security team now had enough firepower to hold their ground at the corners and the staircase, preventing the thugs from advancing upstairs. They just needed to hold out for a few more minutes until reinforcements arrived.
William turned and quickly moved outside to the hotel's side wall. He peeked out and saw five or six armed men with AK-47s running towards the hotel from about 100 meters away.
"Damn, this place isn't good for an ambush," he thought. He didn't want to engage the thugs in a direct firefight. Looking around, he noticed an open window on the second floor of the hotel. A plan formed in his mind.
Taking several steps back, William ran towards the wall. He jumped onto the first-floor window ledge, pushed off with his legs, and propelled himself upwards. Grabbing the edge of the second-floor window with both hands, he used his upward momentum to pull himself into the room.
By this time, the reinforcements were about 60 meters away from the side wall. William placed his M4A1 on the window sill within easy reach and drew his Glock 17, waiting for the thugs to approach.
The group reached the side wall and, after cautiously observing for a while and seeing no immediate threat, began to walk towards the hotel entrance with their guns ready.
As soon as all six of them were in his line of sight and had their backs to him, William stepped into the window frame and fired six shots from his Glock 17, each bullet hitting its mark with a precise headshot.
From their rooms, some of the hotel guests who were hiding witnessed this. They were horrified, thinking, "Who is this guy? He's ruthless, every shot a headshot, and incredibly sly."
A man who had gambled with William, a burly Russian, was among those watching. When he saw William suddenly glance in his direction, he was so terrified that he retreated several steps and collapsed onto the sofa, his heart pounding. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he thought, 'Thank God I didn't get a chance to act against him. If this killing machine came after me, my thugs wouldn't stand a chance. Damn, I never want to see this guy again.'
William had noticed the Russian's malicious intent but didn't have time to deal with him now.
He holstered his Glock and jumped down from the second floor. Reloading his Glock 17, he heard the sound of AK-47 fire from the distant street corner. The Montenegrin police had finally arrived ten minutes after the incident began.
Ignoring the situation outside, William focused on the remaining six thugs in the lobby. He cautiously moved back into the lobby, where silence now reigned. Both the security guards and the thugs were wary of making a move. With the security team now armed with AK-47s, the thugs were reluctant to advance, knowing that even a stray bullet could be deadly.
Communicating with the security team through hand signals, William took out two stun grenades from his tactical vest. He warned the security team to be careful, and they nodded. William bit off the pins with his teeth and threw the grenades towards the thugs.
The stun grenades exploded with a powerful blast, even making William, who was hiding behind a pillar and covering his ears, feel nauseous. The thugs at the center of the blast were completely disoriented.
William stepped out from behind the pillar with his Glock 17 and methodically shot the dazed thugs, each shot a headshot.
The hotel security guards, huddled by the staircase, were stunned. They recognized William as the high-rolling billionaire who had been gambling at the hotel for the past two days. Now, seeing his ruthlessness and precision, they were too shocked to speak.
William approached the thug leader, kicked away his AK-47, and searched him, finding a Beretta M92. He discarded it and dragged the leader towards the elevator. Inside, he dislocated the leader's arms.
When the elevator reached the rooftop, William dragged the leader up the stairs to the rooftop and tossed him to the ground near the edge overlooking the ongoing gunfight between the remaining thugs and the police.
"How many of you are there? Who hired you? How many of your mercenary group didn't come, and where is your base?" William demanded.
The leader spat blood and grinned defiantly, refusing to answer.
William kicked him, sending him flying.
"Argh!" The leader groaned in pain.
"Tell me, and I won't kill you. I'll hand you over to the Montenegrin police," William offered again.
"Fuck you, kill me. I'm as good as dead anyway with the mission failed. Our leader will make sure you and your family pay," the leader spat back, taunting him.
Hearing the leader threaten his mother made William furious. He regretted not killing him immediately. Now, having dragged him to the elevator, killing him would complicate things with the police.
After a few seconds of hesitation, seeing that the leader was determined to die, William took out his phone and snapped a photo, sending it to his contact in the special forces, Tohru, to see if he recognized the guy.
Furiously, William said, "If you don't talk, I'll go after your family. You wouldn't want me showing up at your home, would you?"
The leader spat at William again and sneered, "I'm a war orphan. No family. But if you want to die, I'll tell you. We're the Jetfalow Mercenary Group from Albania, hired by Lucifer. Our leader put a lot of money on Lucifer. I was ordered to get the money or kill Lucifer. We came with 36 men, and I'm leading them. Heh, go after our leader if you dare. I'll be watching from hell to see if you or our leader ends up there first. Hopefully, both of you."
William smirked at the defiant thug. "Of course, your leader will end up in hell. After I deal with you, I'll pay him a visit." He mentally counted and observed the ongoing shootout between the police and the remaining thugs. Including Lucifer's men, there were 42 thugs in total.
"I'll finish off the remaining five and then make time to take down this so-called chief of yours in Albania," William thought.
He picked up the leader and threw him towards the edge of the rooftop. "If you want to die, jump yourself. If not, wait for the Montenegrin police."
Ignoring the leader, William walked back to his room in the hotel, retrieved the AWP, and returned to the rooftop. He lay prone, aimed at the five remaining thugs still fighting the police, and with the help of the well-lit street, methodically picked them off one by one.
"Bang, bang," each shot hit its mark, finishing off the remaining thugs just as he emptied the magazine.
William stood up, slinging the AWP over his shoulder. He realized he couldn't use these guns again. If someone examined the bullets fired from them, it would be clear they came from the same gun.
When he turned back to the leader, he saw the man with a look of despair, muttering through clenched teeth, "I'll be waiting for you in hell," before he actually jumped off the roof.
"Crazy bastard," William muttered, watching him jump. "You can wait a hundred years in hell for all I care."
William returned to his room and pondered for a moment before calling Gareth Mallory, the chairman of the Intelligence and Security Committee. He briefed him on the situation. Gareth's only response was, "Noted."
"Damn, I hope Gareth isn't slacking off on this," William thought. "But there's no point worrying now." He took a shower, changed clothes, and sat on the sofa in his hotel room, waiting for the Montenegrin police and the British Foreign Office representatives to arrive.
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