6 targets were eliminated.
But Caesar was already standing on the table with no cover or room to move. The ballistics of the remaining six submachine guns cut through the oak table and chairs and pointed at Caesar. Six barrages of bullets left him with no way to escape.
The whole hall suddenly became dark, all the lights went out, and everyone lost their target.
"My time has come." Caesar's voice was cold and tough in the darkness.
The sound of six rapidly accelerating heartbeats in the darkness.
The muzzle flame of the Desert Eagle flickered, illuminating Caesar's sharp profile like an ice sculpture each time. He stood high on the table, as if standing in the fire of hell.
The echo of the gunshots had not yet faded away when isolated applause rang out in the darkness.
The lights ca
