Boom!!!
A slap like thunder contorted the man's face with shock!!
A ruthless slap with excellent swiftness, wielding the power to make one lose consciousness instantaneously.
"Aargh!!!" the man vomited an agonized groan. The veins protruding on his forehead were filled with pain, and a metallic taste filled his mouth. The slap felt too solid to be real, leaving him with a faint sensation as he cupped his face with both hands.
"2000!!"
Finally, seeing his colleague in a terrible state, the man inside the room with Jazmin called out.
"I'm not dying *aargh*" -2000, the man who was engaged with the newcomer.
He took moments to recover, however, when his hands that were cupping his face dropped, he came face to face with the tip of a gun aiming the space between his brows.
"Told you, the winning card is with me"
The newcomer and 2000 stood like opponents in a ring, the only difference was that the outcome and the winner had already been decided.
Two men in the rain. One standing defeated and the other had an umbrella that shielded him from the downpour. His silhouette gave off harmless air however who knew better than 2000 how terrifying the person under the umbrella was?
He had experienced a slap that felt like thunder strike, from the sheer power of the silhouette's palm. Had 2000 been any less manly, the slap would have made him faint instantly.
"You are terrifying, but I am not sure if that would save your soul tonight"
2000 said, wiping the blood running down his chin. He disregarded the pain and smirked like he had done something mischievous.
"Mmm, pretty troublesome" -Newcomer.
Originally, the room was located in one alley, wide but the distance between the two ends was short.
At the moment, the short alley was sealed off by men in raincoats, frightening in number, wielding guns and other sophisticated weapons. They were backup, hidden in the shadows until 2000's colleague, who was in the room signaled them to come into action.
"Lower your gun" 2000 ordered, sounding more confident since all his men were aiming at the umbrella-held person.
"I don't have a choice do I?" the newcomer's silhouette slightly shifted as he glanced at the people in the cramped room. Jazmin was set under gunpoint.
"Next time, tell Lady Orcel to send an army, not a one-man army" -2000.
"Mmm... Where did you hear that I am a one-man army? Let's be real, one-man army is ridiculous"
Suspicion flashed in 2000's eyes. He found this person's sangfroid disturbing thus without dallying, he brought out his gun with the urge to see blood gushing out of the man's head like air from a balloon.
"No don't kill him!!!"
Amidst came Jazmin's cry, after all, that was her knight on a white charger.
"Com'on let's finish off what was started, I bet you dollars to donuts that your mother doesn't want you back"
The man in the room resumed his earlier approach with the syringe, Jazmin's tears pleading him speechlessly.
But then, all of a sudden, something happened that rendered every one of them nonplussed.
Whirr sounds of helicopters were heard and if one were to take a gander outwith, they would see darkly armed men descending from hovering helicopters by rope, amid the rainfall.
Before the bad guys could recover from their shock, the newcomers overwhelmed them with fusillades of bullets that whizzed through the rain, and thuds of falling bodies would follow.
"Damn it!! Retreat!!!" shouted 2000 but the majority of his men were down already. There was utter panic and fear of death in his eyes.
"Escape!" that was the only thing he could think of at the moment. The sight of his fallen men and the overwhelming numbers of the darkly armed men maddened him. Out of desperation to survive, he ran inside the room he had refused to enter earlier only to be greeted by
"Welcome, wanna join your colleague?"
A body lay on the cold floor and even if 2000 was blindfolded, he would recognize the body of his colleague who was originally with Jazmin inside the room. Whether he was alive or not, 2000 couldn't fathom.
The body was lying under the feet of a proud figure, the man who thwarted their plans.
The umbrella was missing and in front of 2000 was the man in display, yet he could do nothing but panic and sweat under his shirt. His eyes went wide, wide enough to see the painting of shock, fear, absolute fear!!
"W..who are you?"
2000 stammered to utter the question whilst stumbling as he stepped backwards as if he saw the devil, the ancestor of ghosts!!
This person left a certain unfamiliar feeling in 2000 as if he was someone terrifying he had known, definitely, but then where?
The person he asked raised a brow indifferently. With a wave of his hand, 2000 was nabbed by the man's men from behind and they took him away, as well as the colleague's body.
"Who am I?" the man muttered with a slight smile as though he was not the one 2000 referred to. He turned towards Jazmin and freed her from the restraints of the rope with a bullet shot.
"Jazmin!!!"
A woman rushed into the room and it went without saying that she was Jazmin's mother, lady Orcel Salami. Although truth be told, she looked much younger to mother Jazmin.
"Mom!" Jazmin rushed with the snaky rope from her body to meet her mother halfway.
The euphoria from being free and out of that predicament welled up her eyes with tears. Just moments ago, she was tied to a chair for nearly an hour. Thankfully mothers, even at a distance of a thousand miles away would feel it when the safety of their children is threatened.
"They'll pay for what they have done"
Orcel's hand that was initially stroking her daughter's back stiffened and balled into a tight fist. Her eyes were unforgiving and resolute on making the ones responsible for her daughter's misery tonight_pay for what they have done, a thousand fold.