15:00 minutes remaining.
The countdown echoed in my head, but I couldn’t afford to dwell on it.
The fifty men blocking my way stood like a damn wall—suited, armed, and trained to kill.
I had no time.
I took the first step forward, and just like that, they charged at me.
14:50 minutes remaining.
The first man swung a baton at my head. I ducked, twisted, and slammed my elbow into his ribs. He grunted, staggering back, but another man came at me from the left. I barely dodged in time before a knife slashed through the air where my throat had been a second ago.
Fast. Too fast.
I kicked the knife-wielder’s knee inward, hearing the sickening crack of bone. He screamed, collapsing, but there was no time to finish him. The next one was already on me.
Two men lunged at me at once. I turned
