Kill Shots, and Close Range Combat

Luke was moving to a new position, when he heard someone wail in pain before collapsing to the ground.

Reflexively, he fired two bullets into that person's head.

The warehouse then sank into dead silence.

This time, nobody dared to fire at Luke anymore.

It had only been a minute, and five of them were already dead. This was a nightmare for them.

They couldn't understand who they had offended. Why were there suddenly so many enemies?

Cheney, who was taking cover in a corner, whispered something.

Luke didn't bother to try and figure out what he was saying. There was still an unknown number of enemies in the warehouse.

He continued moving in that odd squat-like posture with his AK raised at all times.

Suddenly, someone appeared before him. Luke nearly opened fire, when he noticed who that person was, and he quickly withdrew.

Bang! Bang!