Chapter 172. You're Safe with Me

Men screamed. Blood and brains splattered the walls and floors as they went down.

A figure popped out around a corner. I fired one shot at his head, and he descended to the ground like an axed tree falling in a forest.

Another came behind him. Too close to shoot from afar. My left arm shot out and blocked his. I used the momentum to force his aim up. My opponent shot and missed, bullets lodging in the ceiling. With my left hand, I pointed the gun at his stomach and fired two rounds.

The last shot went into the side of his skull as he stumbled to his knees. Then he dropped like a stone on the filthy concrete.

An arm emerged at the end of the corridor I passed through. I pulled the trigger, yet nothing left the chamber.

Regardless of my unloaded pistol, I grabbed the arm in front of me. One twist of the wrist forced his weapon from his hand. The gun clattered away on the floor.

The man grunted. When I jammed the butt of my gun into his face, breakin