Chapter 39: The Onslaught – A Dance of Death
The moment the doors slammed shut behind us, I pulled out both of my Desert Eagle pistols, the cold weight of the steel resting perfectly in my hands.
"Stay close to me if you don't want to die."
Abigail nodded silently, her fear evident, but she kept herself composed.
I kicked open the main doors, stepping into the dimly lit corridor of the mansion. The air was thick with the stench of blood and dust, and the faint glow of dying candlelight flickered from the chandeliers above.
Something was watching us. I could feel it.
Then— movement.
My Eagle Eyes activated instantly, sharpening my perception. Two figures emerged from the shadows, their movements silent, their blades reflecting the candlelight. Assassins.
I didn't hesitate.
BANG! BANG!
Two quick shots—perfect accuracy.
The first assassin's skull exploded, his body hitting the floor before he could even register his own death.