Outskirts of Manila :-
The guns shot non-stop , rounds after rounds rained down from multiple firearms , filling the air with the smell of gunpowder , fire , and blood … lighting up the dark night . It appeared like the rain of fire … like it was a celebratory firework . For at least one of the parties involved it indeed was a celebration .
The rule of the jungle , someone’s death is another’s feast … the rule’s pretty much the same everywhere , only the players are different . Here it was Mafia rivals .
“COVER FROM THE BACK !” Anthony shouted as he dragged a limping man to take shelter behind a wall while David , who had a gun in each hand , followed them inside the weakly standing outhouse in the middle of the deserted land on the outskirts of Manila city . It sheltered two other peo
