Brian stares at the men then back at Diablo, the triumphant grin is still on his face.
“So what are you going to do now, Black Dragon?”. Diablo clicks his fingers and a guard walks towards him and places a try filled with guns on the table in front of him. “Hmm which of the guns here is worthy of killing you? This one?”. He picks up a ‘Colt King Cobra’ turns it in his hand then drops it back on the tray. “Nah, not worthy. How about this?”. This time around, he picks up a TT pistol and sneers. “Definitely not it. Now this….. This is the real bad boy Ha-ha”, Diablo chuckles evilly as he picks up a Beretta ’85 cheetah’ 380 auto. “Perfect”, he murmurs. He points the gun at Brian’s head. “BAM!”. He pulls the trigger but no bullet comes out then he starts to laugh. “You didn’t even flinch Blac
