His Last Words : Your Tits Are Nice

"Throw us your gun and let us see you, Michael Carlito!" The bald guy seemed to be the leader. Together with the other two guys, they pointed their weapons at the tree where Michael was hiding. "I give you my word. We will not shoot you. We are hired to kill the girl, not you. We never kill for free."

"Okay." Michael Carlito did as requested. He threw his gun on the ground and then walked out slowly with hands up.

"Where is the girl?"

Michael Carlito did not answer, but his eyes had unconsciously looked at a tree not far away from him. The fat guy quickly ran over and was extremely fast considering his size. He was ready to shoot once the target was seen, but out of his expectation, there was no one behind the tree.

"What the fuck?" The fat guy immediately realized that it was a trap and an attack would most likely come from behind. So, he quickly turned around, expecting to see someone holding a gun behind him. But no, he was wrong again. No one was behind him.

"Fuck!" He was a veteran mercenary. Since the attack was not from behind, it had to be from up above. He quickly pointed his gun upwards, but it was already too late. As he moved his arms, a bullet shot from the treetop, courtesy of Rachel who had been hiding there for a good five minutes, had already penetrated his skullcap. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere; some even dropped on Michael Carlito's face.

Michael quickly threw himself on the ground while Monica and Rachel started shooting the remaining two guys. The bald guy and the bearded sniper had of course responded once they sensed something was not right. The bald guy went all out to shoot Michael Carlito while the sniper aimed at the tree where Rachel was hiding. They definitely had the upper hand with the weapons they had and their killing skills. Michael Carlito and the girls would lose completely if not because there was still one more person who had not exposed herself - Monica. And she played her role effectively, really saving the day.

Monica's gunshots from another treetop saved Michael and Rachel's lives. Her bullets had prevented the two mercenaries from shooting Michael and Rachel. They had to dodge her bullets and find a safe spot to return fire.

The bald guy was frantic and kept shooting nonstop, whereas the bearded sniper remained calm and shot only when he found an opportunity. As a result of this, the sniper's shots were much more effective and really gave Michael and the bodyguards a run for their money. Both Monica and Michael nearly got shot. Fatal shots, in fact.

Michael had picked up his gun from the ground and covered himself behind a tree, but he did not have a good shot at his targets.

"Fuck!" Michael could not help but curse. He knew they were all stuck in a difficult situation. It was not easy for them to hit the remaining two mercenaries, but they could be shot by the merciless killers at any time at all.

The bald guy and the bearded guy were eager to complete their job. "Hey Mark, I got a game to catch tonight! Won't you please get this over with quickly?"

Mark, the sniper, nodded while giving Monica a few shots. Most of them missed, but one hit her shoulder, and blood splattered from her.

"Good! Finish them fast!" The bald guy was happy to see blood. He then noticed that there was a hem of a T-shirt peeking out from behind a tree not far away from him. "That must be the girl that the Ciminos are looking for!" He quickly crawled towards the tree, with a wicked smile on his face. "Once I have finished the girl, Michael Carlito has no more reason to fight anymore."

At the same time, Mark the sniper covered him by giving endless shots to Michael and the bodyguards.

The bald guy reached the tree in not more than one minute. As he lifted up his gun, he found that there was no one behind the tree. It was just a T-shirt pinned onto the tree.

"Shit!" He immediately looked up, fearing that an attack would come from the top. He obviously did not want to end up with the same fate as the fat guy.

But this time around, bullets came from behind instead of the top of the tree. From the bullets penetrating his body, he knew that the shooter was not a veteran. He was shot at everywhere except his head and heart, which were the fatal body parts. Nevertheless, a bullet was still a bullet, and he still collapsed on the ground after receiving multiple shots.

"Fuck..." He knew he was going to die, and his last wish was to see who shot him. He turned around and saw a semi-nude Lina Connelly holding a gun from a tree behind him. Her hands were trembling, but she had a firm look on her face.

"If you wanna kill me, I will kill you first," she said to the dying bald guy.

"Fair enough..." The bald guy forced out a smile. "You are supposed to be an attorney... Where did you learn this little trick?"

"Movies. Books. And my imagination." Lina grinned. "I know you guys think that I am an easy take. So, I gave you a surprise."

"Right... I have underestimated you..." The bald guy then spat out his last words. "By the way, your tits are nice..."

"Thank you," Lina murmured as she watched him die. This was the second time she shot someone in a day, and she seemed to be much calmer compared to the first time.

"Hey Mark! There is only you now! We have outnumbered you! Why not just go?" Michael Carlito tried to negotiate with the sniper. "I can double the amount that the Ciminos offered you if you just go away now."

There was silence. Dead silence. Although Mark did not reply, they could hear sounds of him leaving the scene. They stayed on for a good five minutes, ensuring that Mark the sniper had left before they came out from their respective hideouts.

"Lina! You are doing great!" Both Monica and Rachel ran to Lina and gave her a hug.

Lina shrugged, "I just have to do whatever I can to stay alive!" She then turned to Monica and asked, "How's your shoulder? Does it hurt? Let me bandage you." She used her T-shirt as a bandage to cover Monica's injury.

"Take my shirt."

"No, either one of our girls has to go topless anyway. Let me be the one. I am not ashamed of my own tits!" Rachel offered Lina her T-shirt, but was rejected.

"Okay… we gotta move on." Michael Carlito cleared his throat and once again led the team to go on, with an occasional glance at Lina's semi-nude body. "With a body like hers, she definitely has nothing to be ashamed of..." His throat ran dry when Lina's rosy nipples were strutting right in front of him, making his imagination run wild.

"Since the threats are gone, shall we go back to the truck?" Rachel suggested. "We gotta get some medication for Monica whenever possible."

"No. The sniper might be waiting for us there. Not gonna take a chance on that." Michael shook his head. "We will get out of this forest by walking straight ahead."

So, they walked on, with the two bodyguards in front, Lina in the middle, and Michael guarding the back.

After walking for half an hour with literally zero conversation, Michael tried to break the silence. "Hey Lina..."

Lina stopped and turned around to face Michael. They were so close to each other that her lips were just inches away from his, and his chest nearly touched her tits.