Within seconds, the high-end bar's opulent ambiance imploded into pandemonium. A few of the bar's security guards lay motionless including the three bulky security guards, victims of the latest pandemonium, while some has cowered in fear with the surviving customers and staffs in the bar. As the surviving customers, staffs and security guards, cowering in terror, struggled to regain composure, another explosive pandemonium erupted, plunging the now silent calm ambiance into further mayhem.
Jacky and his duo, unfazed by the earlier chaos, remained focused on their mission. With thier guns drawn, Jacky took charge first, firing two shots at the affluent young man and his two striking, tattooed young women serving as his security detail, seasoned affiliates of a powerful gang.
As they struggled to regain composure from the initial onslaught, Jacky's bullets whizzed past with deadly precision.
One of the two striking, tattooed young women, swiftly reacted to the danger, instinctively she dragged the young man to safety, narrowly avoiding the hail of bullets. Shattered glass from the table's bottles jolted him out of shock, and fear took hold.
Overcome with panic, he ordered the two young women to escort him away. The woman who had dragged him to safety sprinted towards a lesser-known unmarked exit, a discreet door hidden behind a velvet curtain, rarely used by the hotel staffs and customers.
Focused, Jacky grasped his pistol and swiftly fired another round at the young man. The African woman, one of the two striking, tattooed young women, swiftly countered, drawing her own pistol and exchanging shots with Jacky.
Her intention was clear: provide cover for the other woman, her partner to escort the young man to safety. As her bullets whizzed towards him, Jacky showcased his impressive agility by sprinting forward and leaping over the bar shelf, clearing the obstacle with ease. Landing smoothly on the other side, he instantly ducked behind the shelf, utilizing it as cover to evade the hail of bullets.
The bartender already hidden from the chaos, remained out of harm's way. From his new vantage point, Jacky dodged the woman's bullets.
The African woman retreated, firing wildly to pin Jacky down, buying time for their escape. Jacky's face twisted in frustration, unable to stop them.
He recognized the woman's exceptional marksmanship from the earlier shots and knew her pistol surpassed his. Glancing at his own weapon, Jacky thought, "How did they acquire such advanced firearms? This gang's resources and influence know no bounds".
His mission just got complicated. If his target escaped through this hidden exit, he'd lose him forever. Before Jacky could process his thoughts, his eyes widened in surprise— the young bartender, looking harmless and innocent, swiftly slid under the shelf, catching his attention. Unnoticed by the others, she pulled out a double-barreled shotgun capable of blasting through a sturdy door.
Jacky's eyes widened in shock and surprise, but what startled him more was the tattoo on her hand. A mix of recognition and unease flashed across his face.
The retreating woman, exchanging shots with Jacky, had almost reached the exit with the young man and the other woman her partner. But sensing a ferocious danger looming behind, she halted, slightly turning backwards, she silently exclaimed, "shit!! shit!!", now noticing the bartender training the shotgun on her.
Alarm and fear flashed across her face as she attempted to dodge, but It was too late because the shotgun's discharge was instantaneous, leaving no time for her to react or dodge. The proximity and deadly force of the double-barreled shotgun made evasion impossible. A deafening boom shook the ambiance of the bar, shattering the sturdy door of the exit. The blast sent the young woman tumbling to the ground.
As she fell, a pained expression crossed her face, her scared eyes fixed on her companions. She reached out, knowing she'd been severely injured - the shots had hit her before the blast sent her crashing down.
The deafening boom and shattering of tables, bottles, and chairs, etc caused by the shotgun, echoed through the air, jolting the other young woman back to a halt, as even the young man laid on the ground all curled up, shaking as he trembled from the chaos caused by the shotgun. Her heart racing, she instinctively feared the worst for her partner, knowing the shot was meant for them.
She frantically scanned the chaotic scene, her eyes scanning for any sign of her partner. Then, her gaze locked onto the injured figure, and her eyes widened in horror. Fear and adrenaline fueled her rush to her partner's side, revealing their close bond.
Without hesitation, she swiftly moved to support her injured companion, helping her to her feet. "We have to get out, now!" she urged, though no words were needed. The young man, still shaken, nodded in agreement.
Together, the trio made a frantic dash driven by survival instincts. As they burst through the exit, the sounds of destruction and mayhem faded into the night, replaced by the urgent need to find safety from the deadly crossfire.
But amidst the chaos, the young man's affluent friends and all the young women who accompanied them, who were now left behind, came to a stark realization.
This realization was triggered because the young man, their benefactor, had suddenly abandoned them, leaving them to fend for themselves.
Sweat-drenched foreheads, trembling lips, and wide eyes conveyed the depth of their fear as they came to the stark realization.
Some of the young me and women who are thugs due to thier looks, affiliated with local gangs, sprang into action, as they came out of thier hiding place, retrieving thier hidden guns and opening fire on the bartender.
She was now the sole target, knowing she now has to be eliminated before they all can escape.
The bartender, shotgun spent, ducked for cover as bullets rained down.
Reloading was impossible; the hail of gunfire pinned her down.
As she hid, the bartender's face unconsciously turned toward Jacky, displaying looks of shyness as she looked down, and her cheeks started showing rosiness. Followed with a little shrug.
Her quirks received a slight shake of his head, a raised eyebrow, and a smirk from Jacky, who knew why she was acting this way.
But before he could approach her and talk, his eyes widened in shock and amusement as she drew another gun, an automatic, from her hiding spot, shocking Jacky to his bone marrow.
Her expertise with the gun was evident in how she handled it, getting it ready for use. She wiped an invisible sweat from her face.
Noticing Jacky's expression, she laughed amicably.
Then, she emerged from their hiding place, the gun at the ready.
The air thickened with tension as Jacky's gaze lingered on the bartender, curiosity piqued.
Her response would change everything
The action continues.