Not A Small-Town Girl

"Justice will never be absent. Today, you’ve fallen into my hands, and there will be no escape for you."

But just as the atmosphere reached a breaking point, a gunshot rang out.

A bullet shot through the air, heading straight for Elliot’s temple.

"Captain!" one of his men yelled.

At the last second, Elliot sidestepped, the bullet grazing his head and leaving a shallow wound. Blood trickled down, but he barely flinched.

Scorpion seized the moment, pulling out his own weapon and firing.

Chaos erupted. Scorpion’s team, armed to the teeth, engaged Elliot’s men.

Hidden assassins emerged from the shadows, joining the fray.

"Take them down!" Scorpion barked, his voice echoing through the warehouse. The other team members quickly reacted, taking cover and returning fire. In an instant, gunshots erupted throughout the Westland warehouse.

Hidden in the shadows, Justin fired his weapon, joining the fray. The people who had been involved in the transaction immediately grabbed their guns and started shooting back. They knew that if the military got their hands on them, they wouldn’t make it out alive-better to fight to the death.

"Guys, kill these reckless fools! If they try to take us, we’ll make sure they don’t leave!" The gunfight intensified as the enemies pinned down most of the team.

The battle was brutal, with bullets flying everywhere. A single wrong move could end in death. The air was thick with the smell of blood, and it was clear that some had already been hit.

Justin noticed that the assassins were targeting Elliot, and he rushed to his side. A few assassins had surrounded Elliot.

On the other side, Elliot fired first, taking out one of the attackers with a shot to the leg.

He quickly turned and shot another assassin squarely in the head.

Elliot and Justin were working seamlessly together when, suddenly, Scorpion noticed Justin’s position.

Two gunshots rang out, and the bullets hit Justin squarely in the back. Blood sprayed out, soaking his clothes as the pain contorted his face.

Elliot saw it was Scorpion who had shot, and with lightning speed, he returned fire.

A few quick shots hit Scorpion in the arm and abdomen.

Just then, another assassin, hidden in the shadows, found Elliot’s exact location. The bullet sped toward his heart like lightning.

Elliot wasn’t prepared, and the bullet pierced through his chest, blood pouring out like a fountain, staining the air with its thick, metallic scent. Despite the pain, Elliot ignored the bleeding wound and quickly fired back at the assassin who had shot him. The assassin fell to the ground with a thud. noveldrama

"Boss, we need to retreat. A large group is on their way. If we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late!" One of Scorpion’s men rushed over, urgency in his voice.

Scorpion’s expression darkened-reinforcements from the military had arrived. It seemed he wouldn’t get to watch Elliot die after all. "Elliot, this is where we part ways. I hope you die soon."

He sneered, "Our Elliot really loves to play with fire. You better not disappoint him," before striding off.

The assassins, seeing Elliot, now regarded him like a hundred million dollars, all scrambling to shoot him.

Both Elliot and Justin had been hit. Blood continued to pour from their wounds, their bodies growing sluggish from the pain. Another bullet struck them both.

At that moment, more than a hundred armed men stormed in from the outside, and the situation escalated quickly. Scorpion had truly spared no expense in trying to kill Elliot. It seemed like today might be the day Elliot wouldn’t make it out alive.