Page 238 of Lethal King

“Left or right?” I ask.

“Right.”

“How many men?”

“Six in this section. But the second you start shooting, six more will come running from the west.”

“I like those odds.”

I’m so close to Rozalia I can almost smell her. Nothing will stand in my way.

“Good luck,” Tytus says.

With that, I click open the door and jump into the chaos.

Sure, enough, six snipers are set up along a stretch of open windows. I pick the first two off before any of them even realize I’m here. The third falls shortly after that. But I have to duck back behind the doorway when the last man in line manages to pull out a pistol.

“Fuck,” I curse.

A hail of bullets rip into the wall where I just stood. When the barrage pauses, I hear shouts and footsteps coming from the other direction.

Shit. That means I’m up against nine soldiers now.

“Need a smoke bomb?” Tytus offers.

Before I can answer, a gun-wielding arm foolishly reaches around the corner. I immediately grab onto the wrist and plow a fist into the back of his elbow. A howl cuts through the gunfire as his bones snap in half.

Before he can finish crying out, I pull the fucker into the darkness and put a bullet in his head.

“Yeah, now would be a good time for a fucking smoke bomb,” I grunt, stepping back a few more steps.

“Way ahead of you.”

In the blink of an eye, a flashbang erupts on the other side of the wall. Shouts fill the air as the first bits of smoke seep through the doorway.

“Nice shot,” I admit.

“I’ve only got three more,” Tytus reminds me.

“Hopefully, that’s all we need.”

After a quick reload, I jump back out into the room. The smoke is thick, but I can still make out the confused silhouettes stumbling around. I sneak up behind the first fucker and snap his neck.

He falls, and I move on to the next.

It’s not until I get to my fourth victim that the rest of them catch on. A new flurry of gunshots rip through the smoky air. I don’t snap the fourth fucker’s neck. Instead, I fling him around, using his body as a human shield.

It works, but the force of the barrage is still enough to send me flying back against the wall.

“Five more,” Tytus tells.

“I know,” I spit, wiping blood from my lips. “Left or right?” I ask. Lifting my gun into the air, I wave it.

“Left,” Tytus quickly reacts.

In response, I lower my gun and fire an entire round ahead. In response, I hear a chorus of grunts, and at least one thump as a body hits the ground.

I drop to the floor right alongside it. A second later, a stream of bullets rip over my head.