Everything seems darker and darker, and trembling as the world is going to collapse. He senses an unusual feeling in his chest, a combination of warmth and cold, fears and pains. The man sitting in a the middle of silent park, behind the shade of the ancient tree preserved for ages despite the fast evolution of this city. He grasp for a breath with effort, his hand hold his bare chest. Blood spilled out through space among his fingers. He tries to breath steadily, as every breath seems pump more blood from his wound.
He lift his palm to see the wound, a dark hole seems piercing through his brown overcoat. Red liquied is overwhelming on the luxurious textile. His palm is full of fresh blood with some black flock in some spot as the blood begin to dry.
Scenes going through his mind. The battle that they lost, the set up that entrapped them like a mouse entering house of cats. He lost all of his men, they all died with less of fighting. It's not a battle, it's a massacre. If not because of the bravery of his capo who lead him through escape tunnel, he will be part of those killing and laying down in the floor of the warehouse. A bravery that cause death to his capo when Kilk-9 Machine Gun running through them and he took a bullet for their Lord.
The Drug Lord, name have been famous for years for his dominance in the drugs world, soon will be erased and forgotten. His enemy will benefit and take his position, if in the end he died in this agony. If only his armored Executive Overcoat was less he might not have survived. But an Executive Overcoat was not a match with the the plasma Railgun. It's small caliber very dense plasma wave melts through the armor like a hot cable through a butter.
He lift his left hand, a high tech Satellite Phone designed to be untraceable is vibrating. A name shown in the LCD, trying to make connection with the fallen Drug Lord. He is wondering, previously confused who will he trust to make a rescue call. But why never think of this old friend, the only one that he might trust after receiving mass betrayal from his comerad in this entrapment.
He trying to lift his hand to speak, as he push the call button. But his hand does not respond, too weak. Trembling, trying hard he only able to
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