Lethal Numbers Series 1: Four, the Number of Affection

Simula

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She stood in the dark, from there, she could see people dancing on the mansion's balcony, drinks in their hands, laughing and doing dirty. Her eyes darkened, they are celebrating without knowing their time is about to come.

She smirked darkly. Kinuha mula kay Sais ang itim na gun case at binuksan iyon. Emotionless, she slowly and expertly assembled the snifer.

"Supreme, target spotted." Sais one of her Lieutenants, whispered behind her. Click. The satisfying sound of the snifer's completion. Ipinuwesto n'ya ang hawak n'yang baril at inasinta iyon sa direksyon ng balkonahe. She looked through the scope of the snifer.

She saw Don Hidalgo talking and lustfully looking at the woman. Disgusting!

"On my mark." Her voice's dark and cold. She put down the snifer, equipped the holster on her waist and right thigh with handguns, and knifes on her left thigh.

"On it." A quite and low voice answered from another line.

"Move!" She moved, no sound.

*Click

The security cameras shut off.

And the gates of the mansion once sealed, swung open.

To welcome death, to welcome her.

The moment they stepped inside, they knew it wasn't an attacked but an execution. Walang maiiwang buhay.

The first death came silently. A guard stationed at the gate blinked as she slit his throat open. Napapikit s'ya nang tumalsik ang dugo ng lalaki sa kanyang mukha. Walang emosyong pinanood n'ya ang lalaking sapo-sapo ang leeg nito. He gurgled, clutching his neck and she just watched him, before Sais dragged him into the shadows.

Inside, the party continued— filled with laughter and with smell of expensive cigar.

None of them knew that death had already entered their lair.

They continued to walk, killing and silencing every one comes their way.

Her men opened the main door. She didn't even flinched at the sight. Walang emosyong maaaninag sa mga mata n'ya sa kanyang nakikita.

"Sais." She heard him whispered.

Bang!

A single shot from Sais rang out, the head of Don Hidalgo's men collapsed in front of her. Nakamulat ang mga matang bumagsak ito sa sahig, dead, a bullet perfectly placed between his eyes.

Panic spread like a wildfire, nilukob ng nakakabinging sigaw at ng nagmamadaling yabag ang loob ng mansyon. She listened to the screams and cries, and she remained unbothered. Hindi man lang s'ya naramdaman ni katiting na pagkabahala.

"Aaaaaaah!"

"Boss!"

"Protektahan n'yo si boss!" Men grabbed their guns, screaming orders— but her men moved faster in shadows.

"What's happening?!" Bang!

"Aaaaaaah!

"Diiieeeee!"

Bang! Bang!

Gunshot after gunshot. Someone fell on the table, glass breaking, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.

Her men moved through the mansion like shadows, no mercy, no hesitation.

Silenced bullets cut down the guards before they could react. Knives slit throats before a scream could scape. Explosive detonated on the upper floors sending bodies flying through the glass windows.