Ruthless Reckoning

"Very well. You have made your choice," said the man in the suit.

It was the last straw for the man in the suit.

"Rot in hell, you bastard!"

And without further warning, the man in the suit pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, followed by a barrage of others. The room was suddenly plunged into chaos. Bullets flew in all directions, ricocheting off walls and furniture.

Amidst this onslaught of violence, a spark ignited in the eyes of the seated man. With a fluid motion, he spun his chair and overturned it in front of him, momentarily shielding himself from the deadly hail of bullets.

With a fluid gesture, he seized a piece of wooden debris and hurled it with deadly precision. The projectile pierced the throat of a guard, sending him collapsing into a pool of blood.

The other guards, disoriented by this display of power, intensified their gunfire.