One guard lunged forward, wildly spraying bullets like a madman.
Jax rolled to the side, firing from the ground, and dropped him with a precise shot through the thigh followed by two to the chest.
"They're splitting!" someone shouted.
"Cut them off!" came the urgent reply.
Malik vaulted over a metal crate, tackling one guard and slamming his head repeatedly into the floor.
Blood splattered in rhythmic bursts as bone cracked like kindling beneath his fists. He looked up, his face painted red with victory.
But more guards charged in!
Jax ducked behind a pillar, reloading smoothly and precisely.
He popped out, taking down two foes with quick shots to their temples before dropping low and sweeping another off his feet.
Without hesitation, he drove his knife down, spine severed in an instant.
Screams echoed through the chaos as panic set in.
"Who the hell are these guys?!" one guard yelled.
"Retreat! Retreat!" another cried out in desperation.
