Adam's POV
"We have to go back to the monastery, " Maximus yelled.
I nodded and we began retreating, covering each other's movement with gunshots at the enemy.
Keeping my head low, as my back hit the cold pillars of the monastery, I checked to locate the enemy's position.
My men moved in calculated bursts, dodging between broken columns, returning fire with trained precision. But it wasn't enough. We were pinned down, boxed in like rats.
I saw it in their faces, the realization. We were outnumbered. The Yakuza had us trapped, pressing in from all sides.
They had the upper hand. I couldn't risk my men dying. I had to think of something.
Nico slid beside me, tossing a loaded gun into my hand. "Here, catch!" he shouted over the chaos.
I grabbed it on instinct, barely
