As smoke fills the entire room, blinding everyone, Garcia shouts in panic, "Protect me, you dumb fucks! Kill whoever just entered!"
The guards immediately raise their weapons, scanning the room for the intruder. Using the distraction, Vix manages to slip behind a couch, frantically searching for a way to escape.
Meanwhile, the guards form a protective circle around Garcia, their weapons drawn. From within the thick smoke, a masked man emerges, wielding two small automatic guns. Without hesitation, he opens fire, bullets spraying in every direction. The guards return fire, but the masked man swiftly dives behind a nearby pillar for cover.
As the smoke begins to settle, the guards train their sights on the pillar, closing in cautiously. Suddenly, they notice two explosives stuck to its surface.
"WHAT?!" one guard exclaims, just before a massive explosion obliterates the pillar, killing all the guards around it.
Garcia, shaken by the sheer chaos, shouts at the remaining guards, "Find him! He's still here, somewhere" His voice falters as his gaze lands on the chandelier. Perched on top of it, mocking him with a casual wave, is the masked man.
"Shoot him! Shoot the motherfucker up there!" Garcia orders.
The guard's fire upward, but the masked man retaliates, shooting back with precision and killing two guards. In one fluid motion, he sheathes his guns, draws a sword, and slashes through the chandelier's chain, sending it crashing to the ground.
The guards scatter, some narrowly avoiding the falling chandelier, while others are crushed beneath its weight. The masked man, now dual-wielding swords, dashes toward the remaining guards. With lightning-fast movements, he slices through their arms, leaving them writhing on the floor in agony.
As more guards armed with swords charge at him, the masked man sheathes one blade and grips the other with both hands. The guards attack in unison, giving him no room to breathe, but he blocks their strikes effortlessly. Grabbing one guard by the neck, he hurls him into the others, creating a brief opening. Taking advantage of the chaos, he pulls out small daggers and throws them with deadly accuracy, striking the guards in their necks and chests. Some collapse instantly, dead, while others fall, unable to fight.
Sweating bullets, Garcia fumbles for his phone, frantically calling for backup. Just as he presses a button, the masked man delivers a brutal kick to his back, sending him flying into a glass door, which shatters on impact. Garcia groans in pain, struggling to move, but before he can recover, the masked man lands on his chest with both feet, knocking the wind out of him.
The masked man grabs Garcia's face, forcing one of his eyes open. A blinding flash of light emanates from the masked man's own eyes, leaving Garcia dazed and flabbergasted.
As the guards resume firing, their bullets narrowly miss Garcia, prompting him to scream in rage, "NOT ME, YOU IMBECILES! SHOOT HIM, NOT ME!"
Raising his left arm to point at the masked man, Garcia is horrified when, in a flash, the masked man slices his hand clean off.
For a moment, there is silence. Then, as the pain registers, Garcia lets out a blood-curdling scream, clutching the stump where his hand used to be. He rolls on the floor, writhing in agony.
More guards pour into the room, backup finally arriving. Bullets rain down like a storm, forcing the masked man to retreat behind the couch, the very same one Vix is hiding behind.
Vix freezes, terrified, but the masked man turns to him and speaks, his voice calm but commanding. "You distract. I slice. Got it?"
Before Vix can process what's happening, the masked man thrusts an assault rifle into his hands. Realizing this might be his only way out, Vix nods and grips the weapon tightly. Together, they prepare for chaos.