Shameless?

I would flip Amir the bird, a warrior's glory isn't precious; what's precious is surviving.

Kill them all, the process doesn't matter, the result does!

I will bring endless fear and death to Tanzande.

I am Kenny Clark, the butcher of Miami!

Soon, the last thugs came near me, their expressions changing as they saw the pile of corpses in the alley.

"Bastard! We must catch that guy tonight."

Four thugs inspected their comrades' bodies.

The last one came up to me, unable to see my face clearly because of the blood covering it.

The thug reached out. "Buddy, are you alright? I'll take you to the hospital!"

I grabbed his hand, stood up, and fell onto him, pulling the trigger with my right hand.

Puff puff puff!

The thug's eyes widened, his body lost its warmth as he leaned against me.

"You take him to the hospital, you two guard the road, you, come with me, stay alert, this guy is dangerous."

The thug leader stood up and charged into the alley with his men; with the intersecting paths here, catching someone was difficult.

Everyone ignored me again.

The remaining thug walked toward me, "Are you alright, need help?"

I aimed at him through the corpse's arm with my pistol.

Puff puff!

Two shots hit him, and the thug fell in the alley. I tossed the corpse off me and changed the magazine.

Pretending to be injured, I walked toward the road entrance.

Two thugs at the building entrance watched the road cautiously, holding AKs.

"Hey! Stop!"

"They went to search, I need to go to the hospital."

"Are you alright?"

"The bullet pierced my abdomen, damn it, it hurts!"

"Fuck, we'll catch that guy."

Car headlights shone on my brown jacket, the thugs knew I was wearing a black shirt.

I knelt down with a thud.

"Buddy, I don't feel good, give me a cigarette."

"Damn it!" The thug approached, took out a cigarette, "Take one, bro, we'll avenge you."

"Thanks!" I panted heavily, looking pained.

As he handed me the cigarette, I raised my pistol, puff puff!

Lying on my side on the ground, I aimed my gun at the last guy by the pickup truck!

Puff puff!

A shot hit his leg, and as the thug knelt down, puff!

The bullet pierced his chest.

Bang bang bang bang!

The inertia of his corpse made the AK fire, the sound echoed in Zone 7. I immediately stood up, picked up the AK on the ground, and ran into the left alley.

By the time the thugs from the other side arrived, they could only see the numerous corpses around.

"Oh God, they said there was only one person."

"We lost 16 brothers!"

"That guy is a devil!"

Sixteen people, equivalent to half a standard platoon.

"They said this guy didn't have a rifle."

"God, you're saying a guy with a knife and pistol killed a quarter of our brothers?"

"This place is hell!"

I peeked discreetly from the left rooftop, watching the 13 people on the street.

The leader picked up his phone, "BOSS!"

"Damn it, have you caught the attacker?" Martin left the room again, answering his confidant's call.

"Sorry, BOSS!"

"Sorry? I don't need sorry, I need that guy's corpse. I'll skin him, penetrate his anus, and mount him at the border crossing! Tell everyone, this place, Tanzande, is mine, Gustavo's territory, I am king! No one can defy my will!" Martin Gustavo roared; the phone call brought disappointing news.

"Sorry!"

"Don't say sorry, scumbag, catch him for me! Bring him to me, you have six hours!"

"Yes, BOSS!"

"If you have nothing by dawn, I'll skin you alive!"

"Understood, BOSS! I'll get it done!"

"GO!" Martin Gustavo shouted into the phone.

But next, his heart felt like it fell into icy water.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The intense gunfire echoed through the phone as I pulled the trigger, merciless flames lighting up the darkness.

One magazine, 30 bullets emptied in an instant.

I didn't aim; I just fired at the dense crowd below!

"Oh fuck!"

"Damn it!"

"He's close by."

"On the roof!"

Bang bang bang bang!

Swapping to a second magazine, I quickly retreated, jumping from the rooftop into the alley, lying on the ground.

The streets were full of bullet marks, the ground littered with corpses, and filled with moans.

"I'm injured."

"Bro, am I going to die?" A thug clutched his abdomen, painfully gasping on the ground.

The others raised their weapons, staring at the rooftop position; I pulled the trigger again!

Bang bang bang bang!

Bullets poured down again!

On the street, thugs danced around, gunshots and cries intertwining.

I dropped the AK, lit a cigarette, the firelight striking in the dark alley; a black shadow stepped out of the darkness.

I held the pistol, walked onto the street, casually raised my hand.

Puff!

An injured guy fell to the ground.

"Ah ah ah, God, please, don't kill me."

"Damn it, what happened?" Gustavo's yelling came from the phone on the ground.

His ear filled only with his subordinates' wails and pleas.

The sound walked into his mind like a nightmare.

Every wail tugged at his nerves, worsening his mood, fear quietly growing.

I took a drag on my cigarette, walking toward the phone.

Beside me, a guy with a shoulder wound looked at me in fear. He slowly kicked the ground, trying to distance himself from me, face pleading, "Sorry, sir, can you not kill me! I still have a mom and sister!"

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