Without Blinking

The van screeched to a halt in the middle of the main road, its tires smoking as it blocked the flow of traffic. Chaos erupted instantly. Cars honked, drivers shouted, and pedestrians scrambled for cover. Amid the pandemonium, a group of men in black suits and full-face masks emerged, their movements sharp and calculated. Their gloved hands gripped assault rifles, and without hesitation, they unleashed a torrent of bullets at the van. The air filled with the deafening roar of gunfire, the acrid smell of gunpowder, and the sharp ping of bullets ricocheting off metal.