Martin's past was catching up with him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before Rushian and his crew came knocking. He had been avoiding Rushian's calls, but one morning, he finally answered, his voice laced with a mix of fear and resignation.
"Hello, Martin," Rushian sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Just screw yourself, you maggot fucker. Since when do you ignore my calls? Let it not be as I think it is, Martin, you wanna exit the business?"
Martin hesitated, knowing he had to tread carefully. "Ah, actually, it's not what you think it is...or maybe you are somehow right, I want to exit."
Rushian's laughter was like a cold wind, sending shivers down Martin's spine. "Maybe you've forgotten the rules, Martin? The only way to exit is death. You know too much about us, so I must come for you."
Martin knew he was in grave danger, and he had prepared for this moment. He had an escape plan, and he was ready to use it.
The next day, Rushian and his crew arrived at Martin's place, armed and ready for war. They knocked, and when Martin didn't answer, they started shooting, spraying bullets everywhere.
Martin slipped into the escape route, his heart racing as he heard the sound of gunfire behind him. He ran as fast as he could, but he stumbled, feeling a searing pain in his belly. He had been shot.
He kept running, adrenaline pumping through his veins, but he knew he couldn't outrun them for long. He spotted a garbage collection and dove in, trying to catch his breath.
But it was too late, Rushian and his crew had surrounded the area, and they started shooting, their bullets tearing through the garbage. Martin held his breath, praying for it to be over.
But when Fred, one of Rushian's men, checked the garbage, Martin was gone. Rushian's face twisted in anger and admiration. "Martin's outsmarted us again," he growled. "He's used us to attract the police, and now we're surrounded."
The police sirens were getting closer, and Rushian knew they had to act fast. "We can't surrender, we'll be executed for our crimes. We'll fight our way out, or die trying."
As the police closed in, Martin was long gone, disappeared into the shadows, his past finally catching up with him, but his future uncertain.
He hailed a taxi and jumped in, giving the driver a address in a seedy part of town. The driver looked at him suspiciously, but Martin handed him a wad of cash, and the driver nodded, speeding off into the night.
Martin sat in the back, his mind racing. He had to get out of the country, lay low for a while. But he knew Rushian would never stop hunting him. He had to find a way to protect himself, to fight back.
The taxi dropped him off at a dingy bar, and Martin slipped inside, disappearing into the shadows. He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag as he thought about his next move.
He would need a new identity, a new life. He would need to get out of the country, and he would need money. But he had a plan, a plan to get all of those things, and more.
Martin took a sip of his drink, feeling a sense of determination wash over him. He would make Rushian pay, and he would make him suffer.
As he sat there, sipping his drink, Martin couldn't help but think about the past. He had been a different person back then, a person he didn't recognize. But he had changed, he had grown.
And now, he was ready to take on Rushian, ready to take on the world.
Martin finished his drink, and stood up, ready to start his new life, ready to start his plan for revenge. The game was on, and Rushian was about to become the biggest target of Martin's life.
The city was a dark and scary place, but Martin was not afraid. He was ready to face whatever came his way, ready to take on the world.
And as he walked away from the bar, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The war had just begun, and Rushian was the enemy.
Martin's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and he disappeared into the night, ready to take on whatever came his way. The game was on, and Rushian was about to become the biggest target of Martin's life.
The police were closing in, and Rushian knew they had to act fast. "We can't surrender, we'll be executed for our crimes," he shouted to his crew. "We'll fight our way out, or die trying."
The sound of gunfire echoed through the streets, as Rushian and his crew made their stand. They fought bravely, but they were outnumbered, and outgunned.
One by one, they fell, until only Rushian was left. He stood tall, his gun blazing, as the police closed in.
And then, it was over. Rushian dropped his gun, and raised his hands, surrendering to the police. He knew he was going to die, but he was ready.
As the police took him away, Martin watched from the shadows, a smile spreading across his face. It was over. He had won.
But as he turned to walk away, he knew that this was just the beginning. He had a new life to build, a new identity to create. And he had a score to settle, with the people who had wronged him.
Martin's journey was far from over, but he was ready. He was ready to take on the world, and he was ready to win.
The city was a dark and scary place, but Martin was not afraid. He was ready to face whatever came his way, ready to take on the world.
And as he walked away, the sound of the police sirens faded into the distance, and the city was quiet once again, but for how long?