Contract Number 5678 – Timur Makarovich

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“Alexei, that bastard, I knew he didn’t have the balls to kill me himself” giggled the old man

“I don’t care about your measuring contest, I’m here to do my job.”

“Well yes you are right.” Said Timur calmly “OPEN FIRE!”

All the protectors of the mod boss pulled the trigger of the respective guns. Adatiel didn’t react and took almost all the bullets heading his way. The first one went through his shoulder, another one right into the torso, then to the head and a rain of shells arrived short after. With each shot taken explosion s of blood occurred on the young looking man. The squad emptied their magazines at the same time. They waited a few seconds for the smoke to disappear.

“Well that was easy.” said Ivan.

“Too easy.” Thought Timur

As the smoke vanished, a standing human figure was visible. Adatiel was still there unharmed just with lots of holes in his close due to the deadly rainstorm he just took. When they realized that he was fine, all the men gasped in surprise.

“That is impossible” cried Makarovich.

Adatiel cracked his neck and replied:

“My turn now.”

Suddenly thunder stroke, reminding that it was in fact raining outside.

“Well, that was dramatic.” Adatiel commented.

The giants near the windows ran heading for the man in the long coat. He took out his knife. As he pointed it his assailants it morphed into a golden gun.

“What !” said Ivan.

He fires two shots at the men on his left. Both hit the head flawlessly. He fell down to the ground and his fall made the still fragile floor shake. He then points the gun to the one on the right which was closer than he projected. He sniped his right leg. The men fell on his knees with pain as blood spatters out of his leg. Ivan took out a new magazine out of his pocket and starts to reload his pistol.