“Just die!” Denvers pulled his trigger, and forty
thugs followed suit. Hundreds of bullets volleyed
toward tony, kicking up a dust cloud that soon
swallowed the alley.
The guns sputtered out a few seconds later.
Denvers smacked his lips as his men lowered their
spent weapons.
“Maybe that shower woke you up.” He cackled.
Tony emerged from the dust, brushing off his
jacket. “Didn't I just say let's make this quick?”