You don't have a gun, so what are you doing trying to brawl?
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The bullets tore through the fat on his abdomen, and blood blossomed on his back. The obese man stared wide-eyed, ultimately unable to rest in peace in death.
Jason Bourne slaughtered his way up to the top-floor bedroom without encountering any resistance; most of the security personnel had been taken out in the first attack…
Just as Jason Bourne was about to kick open the door, a sudden shiver crept up his scalp. Instinctively, he dove into the bathroom.
Bang!
The wooden door was blasted apart from inside...
Half the door was gone.
A middle-aged man wielding a Winchester Model 1887 shotgun stood there, dressed in pajamas, cursing furiously as he cocked the trigger, clutching the firearm against his waist.
"Get out! Get out!" Oberla von Habsburg bellowed loudly, "You bastard!"
