34AntonLeaving wasn’t easy. I had hit Mikhail Vasilev hard in the temple with the butt of my gun, but he was just unconscious. He wasn’t dead. I hadn’t had my revenge. I had gone upstairs, hoping to find either Vasilev or Kendra.
And I did find Vasilev, or rather he found me.
Maybe because of his cousin, or maybe because I was growing more desperate and just wanted to find Kendra as quickly as possible, I found myself aiming for legs rather than head shots. I was shooting to stop rather than kill. Might be stupid, but I did find that since I changed my shot location, my bullets were hitting their mark with more precision.
The amount of Vasilev’s goons up here was insane. It was a blessing I didn’t come up by myself. The ringing in my ears was growing worse, and my arms were growing sore
