二十一

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a gunshot rings in the big empty warehouse, the last man standing falling to the ground with a bullet in his head.

the sight was gross, deadly even, as multiple dead bodies lied on the ground, blood gushing out like no tomorrow. if one who was not experienced in killing was present, there was no doubt that person would either faint and puke.

not that any of it mattered to the man who just shot the bullet.

he places the gun back into his holster, and leaves, not before checking with his right hand man who his next target is with a cold hard look on his face.

the faster he finishes this, the faster he gets to go back to the arms of his beloved.

"come on, sunshine, let's go."

"yes sir."

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