INANIS VIA

The two sides were facing each other. Anka tried to relieve her accelerating heart with the suggestions she gave herself, and as the men stepped towards her, she opened her feet at shoulder level. His hand went to the thin blades in his back pocket and skillfully took them out and turned them between his fingers.

He was trying to guess the weaknesses of the men as the blades danced between his fingers. The one on the right was limping and had no gun. Others were armed. He was walking stiffly due to the weight of the gun on the far left. He bowed his head slightly to the left and passed the weight of the pistols one by one before his eyes.

There were three options for him;

1- RS h-12

2- Desert Eagle

3- Zealous

If they were using the second or the third weapon, it meant they had more chances than the first. Because the last two guns were both heavy and often backfire. Therefore, it had to be used by skilled hands. RS h-12 was started to be produced in Russia in 2000; This powerful weapon was first produced with a weight of 50 grams, but later on, it was increased by the crazy Russian gun manufacturers to 2.2 kilograms and its size to 36 centimeters. With its new weight and dimensions, this weapon was among the most powerful and dangerous weapons in the world.

He wished it hadn't happened.

They had masks on their faces. The only part that was open was his eyes. This was funny to Anka. He spoke to the men as his annoying laughter echoed in the street. "You're playing to the wrong person!" The hesitant men thought he was crazy. What did he trust? They were five men and men (!). She was a woman alone, she. Aiming at the man in the middle, he raised his hand, in that few seconds he did all the mathematical calculations.

The blades weighed 2 grams and were six, three in the right hand and three in the left hand. There was no wind. A light drizzle wouldn't spoil the job. He fixed the balance point of the thin blades in their joints. Then he turned the sharp sides of the blades towards himself. He leaned forward very gently at head level and threw the blades. Four of the blades hit the men, while the others fell to the ground and broke. He threw himself next to the garbage can without waiting a second. He coldly took out the German-made Glock-18 gun from his bag.

He unlocked the safety lock, quickly placed the gun in his hand and took the correct position. The magazine was fully loaded and contained 31 shells.

Gunshots were heard in the street.

Both sides were bad.

Both parties participated.