Inside the back room of a brightly lit loud dance club filled to the brim with young, drunk, high youthful men and women grinding all over each other.
In a room away from all the chaos of the dance floor.
" Sorry boss we dont know whats happened to Johnson, Brandon, and Smith. They were probably done in by the same scum bag who has been hunting all of your men. "
" Did the product at least get delivered? "
" No boss, we dont have any idea what happened. Let alone the product we didnt find anything to say it was there in the first place. "
Right as the " boss " was going to give out more instructions repeated loud bullet shots sounded out, clearly fired from a fast firing gun. Seconds after the bullet fire stopped many loud shouts from young men and women. Each shout contained massive amounts of dispair and fear, clearly none of the youngsters thought they would live.
The boss jumped up from his chair, flipped over a table, and then he pulled out a sub machine guns from a secret floor vault. Along with three other guns there were multiple boxes of ammo to the guns inside of the vault. After that the boss waited along with the three guards inside of the room with him.
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Three minutes later the cacophany of youthful screams of terror ended, clearly all the club go-ers were murdered or escaped.
One minute later a faint sound similar to a boot stepping on a puddle came down the hallway. When the stepping sound stopped a light knocking sound sounded out on the door to the bosses room.
Before the knocking stopped all three of the guards along with the boss opened fire on the door.
Each of them emptied half a clip into the door before stopping to see if the attacker was dead.
Unfortunately for them they couldnt get that lucky. Standing in the door way was a man with black stringy hair, pale white skin, bloodshot eyes, and tattered clothes. The black clothes were tattered because of the dozens of ullets unloaded into them.
The man seemed to not even notice the many shots fired at him, all he did was raise the two loaded guns he was holding and fired them. He shot each of the men in the room while being shot himself. After he killed the men, the black haired fellow dropped the guns, laughed insanely, and then he pulled out a phone and dialed a number.
" Hello sir, I followed the lead you gave me and eliminated the gang boss, and some civilians. Please take of the clean up for me. "
The man didnt wait for an answer. Instead he crushed the phone like bread and then walked off while laughing, not minding the hundreds of dead bodies or gallons of blood.