Chapter 261. Mafia Escape

Shot!

Shot!

Shot!

A storm of bullets whistled through the benzene-grey sky. Pure chaos had spread in the atmosphere. Every mind was panicking. Men were groaning and growling as the ground became greasy with gore. The effluvium of death was all around; the battlefield had been baptized in blood, and the bitter, mordant smell of corpses emanated from it. The two men surged forward, the wind screamed and slashed at their faces, but there was no stepping back from either side.

His grey eyes narrowed, and he swiftly moved to his left, shooting straight at the attacker's forehead, leaving a bloodied hole there. Just like a sack, the body touched the ground.

"Irtaza, others are coming from your end," said Moosa, sweat stinging his eyes like tiny drops. His eyes moved around calculatively, scanning for potential threats.

"Let them," replied Irtaza, looking him in the eye. Moosa knew then that they were inviting their own deaths. His killer mode had activa