Jimmy pondered for a moment, then found a quiet spot and climbed to the second floor. He entered the building through a small window and frowned—this place appeared to be an abandoned restroom!
Carefully, Jimmy exited the restroom. Since the building was shaped like a square loop, he could see the people on the first floor from the second-floor corridor. Sticking out his tongue, he started searching for the two parties involved in the deal. The building had five floors. On the third floor, Jimmy spotted guards in the hallway, so the deal had to be on the fourth floor!
Jimmy stuck out his tongue again. There were two stairways leading to the fourth floor, each guarded by two men. At that moment, both guards in black were chatting, quite unprofessional! Jimmy thought to himself. Then his eyes narrowed—he suddenly threw the dragon horn dagger in his hand. "Pthoo" —one guard was instantly pierced through the neck. The other hadn't reacted yet when Jimmy's left arm, like a constricting python, wrapped around him, and with a "crack" his cervical vertebra was broken.
Jimmy emerged from the shadows, pressed the two dead guards against the wall, and took the pistols from their waists. He then drew his dragon horn dagger and headed down the other corridor.
The guards in the other corridor were even easier to deal with. One guard left his post to relieve himself, and Jimmy approached from behind, swiftly stabbing the man's neck with the dragon horn dagger.
Jimmy stuck out his tongue again, first taking the guard's gun, then changing into the black clothes. Keeping his head low, he walked toward the guards in that corridor.
"Hey! Paul, have you been working too hard lately? Kidney problems?" A black-clad guard mocked as Jimmy arrived late.
Jimmy raised his head with a slight smile. The guard froze for a moment before Jimmy's left hand clamped over the guard's mouth, then twisted hard—"crack"—the guard's cervical vertebra was broken instantly.
"Hehe," Jimmy said as he took the guard's pistol, then hurried up the stairs to the fourth floor.
"Boss! Bad news! Paul's gone missing!" shouted a panicked voice from the third floor.
On the fourth floor, both groups had a dozen or so people. In the middle was an empty oil drum.
"Take a look!" a shoulder-length blond middle-aged man snapped his fingers.
Behind him, a black-clad man wearing sunglasses placed a suitcase filled with US dollars on the drum and opened it wide.
"Oh!" The other party was a Western man with short brown hair, who smiled slightly. Beside him, two black-clad men—one counting money, the other pulling out a black suitcase full of packaged white powder.
"Hehe!" The blond man gestured to the black-clad men to check if the goods were "Number Four"!
Soon, the money-counter and the black-clad man who sampled the white powder nodded.
"Hehe, pleasant cooperation!" The brown-haired man and the blond man laughed and shook hands.
"Boss, bad news! Paul's missing!" came the shout from the third floor again.
The two chatting men were stunned. The blond man called out, "What about Paul?"
Jimmy lowered his head, approached the blond man, glanced at the two suitcases, and smiled with delight. When asked again, Jimmy looked up and sneered, "I killed him!"
Suddenly, Jimmy held two shotguns in his hands. Starving for action, he fired at the two groups—bang bang bang! The black-clad men screamed as bullets hit them, some unlucky ones had their heads blown apart by the shotgun blasts.
When the shotguns ran out of ammo, Jimmy stowed them away into his ring's storage space, quickly grabbed the two now-holed suitcases, put them in his ring, then drew the Desert Eagle and a pistol taken from the black-clad men to silence the survivors.
The gunfire stunned the black-clad men on the fifth floor, rooftop, and ground level. They rushed toward the fourth floor immediately.
Nearby, two cars parked not far from the abandoned building.
"What's going on? Who's shooting?" a blond middle-aged man wearing a bulletproof vest shouted.
"Reporting, Captain, I don't know, but definitely not our men!" a black man also in bulletproof gear said quickly.
"Damn! Get up there!" The middle-aged man ordered, opening his car door.
Across the street, the bald black man saw the bulletproof-vested blond man running out and was stunned.
"Damn, cops! Hold them!" He shouted, opening his car door, drawing his pistol, and firing a shot into the air. Immediately, the women in the other two cars rushed out and opened fire on the police.
The cops across the street quickly looked over.
"Sir! It's an ambush!" the black man told the blond middle-aged man.
"Damn! Fire back!" the blond man commanded.
On the ground, the bald man and his men fired at the blond police captain, who dodged behind a car and returned fire.
Inside the abandoned building, Jimmy could no longer care about the chaos—he was injured!
After killing the black-clad men on the fourth floor, Jimmy was shot at by four men on the fifth floor. Four more descended from the rooftop, making Jimmy's quick escape nearly impossible.
That wasn't the worst. Four more black-clad men appeared downstairs! Jimmy took a deep breath and dashed down the stairs—right into the path of the four men. They immediately fired, but Jimmy reacted faster, killing two.
Using the two dead men as cover, Jimmy kicked the gun from one man's hand, slammed his empty pistol hard into another's face, and with his left hand—now a python-like constrictor—wrapped around a third man's head.
"Crack"—the third man collapsed. The fourth, just recovering, saw Jimmy stab a dagger into his throat.
Jimmy smiled coldly, about to run, when a sharp pain in his thigh stopped him. Looking down, he realized he was shot!
An injured beast is very dangerous! Angry, Jimmy's left-hand claws slowly extended.
"Chase!" someone shouted.
Startled, Jimmy dashed down the stairs.
The eight black-clad men had just reached the third-floor stairwell when they spotted Jimmy running on the second floor.
"Chase him!" the leader shouted. The eight rushed down hastily.
In the second-floor stairwell, hidden in the shadows, Jimmy watched the eight run past, unaware of him. He grinned wryly.