Second floor room door.
Three hitmen guns rushed up. Wool hat man lifted leg—three hard kicks door lock. Door panel slight loose, lock dent deformed.
“He’s bracing it.”
Left White Russian heavy, frost beard, fierce eyes. “Step aside.”
Other two dodged side.
Bang-bang-bang…
Several shots—wood door center riddled seven eight dense bullet holes.
Thud—crash!
Side other White Russian heavy—one kick bullet hole center. Door panel instant shatter, big hole exposed.
Inside—Julian now cabinet between door. Door shatter—he no time close.
Three guns—through White Russian kicked hole, shoved in.
“f**k!”
Julian red eyes, hands grip cabinet edge, gritted teeth stand.
Cabinet slanted lifted, crashed toward hole direction.
Rapid gunfire filled corridor—bullets crackled cabinet, thick gunpowd
