The room seemed to freeze as the men stared at the weapons, their collective breath hitching.
Brandon didn't aim at any one person in particular; instead, he pointed them generally in the direction of the group, his movements as casual as if he were brushing lint off his coat.
And then, without warning, he fired.
"Bang!"
The deafening roar of the first shot shattered the tense silence. The recoil barely shifted Brandon's steady hands, a testament to his immense strength.
One of the men in the line staggered back, clutching his shoulder as blood began to seep through his fingers.
"Shit! He's serious!" someone yelled, panic seeping into their voice.
Brandon didn't wait for a counterattack. He fired again, his expression unchanging beneath the demon mask.
"Bang! Bang!"
The bullets tore through the air, ricocheting off walls and furniture, each shot sowing chaos and confusion.
