People who have lived long enough know that a man with nothing left to lose in his pursuit of revenge can become relentless and reckless, since he has no fears or consequences to restrain him. This can lead to extreme actions and dangerous behavior that can put any man of power, someone like Harry, in serious trouble.
Many people in a shootout know exactly what they must do and which key points to take immediately. Harry, a man experienced in combat of all kinds, was exactly the kind of man who knew what to do. Without fear or hesitation, even at his age, he knew how to act despite the fact that he could die at any moment.
Before acting, he already knew what would happen after killing the three people in front of him, so he buried himself into the sofa the moment he killed the third person.
The plan was that simple, but he overestimated himself. With a shot in his leg, he collapsed completely in front of the sofa, and when he managed to raise the pistol, he fired without thinking at the two men in front of him.
Bang!
The first shot hit the neck of one of the tattooed men, but at the same time a bullet penetrated his left shoulder, so he acted quickly and aimed with all his strength at the remaining man who had fired at him again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Harry clenched his teeth as he felt the shots, but he continued firing, and when he saw that he had managed to shoot the remaining man on his right several times in the chest, he stopped pulling the trigger.
To ensure his accuracy, he had focused on shooting at the chest even though his enemies might be wearing bulletproof vests, but he still took the risk.
When the man felt the shots in his chest, he looked in disbelief at the old man in front of him and fell to the ground.
The guys on the left all began to run like madmen, consumed by fear. Seeing how both Santiago and Erick had been taken out, those who were still alive no longer had the courage to remain in that place.
But Harry would do everything possible to kill them all, so when he saw the last two running away, he weakly raised his hand and fired two more times.
Bang! Bang!
Two loud shots rang out at the same time. One bullet successfully penetrated the back of one of the men running on the right side, but even so, he did not stop.
Watching those two people escape, Harry began to spit blood, and at that moment his old hand dropped the pistol he had been holding with great willpower.
"In the end, two got away from me…" Harry murmured as he leaned back on the sofa without strength.
The entire room remained silent for a long time.
A few minutes later, Harry opened his eyes with effort. Seeing that he could no longer move, he took the cell phone from his pocket and turned it on.
With his last strength, he managed to press the power button, and when the phone turned on, he saw his wife's face on the wallpaper and smiled.
"Darling, I hope I can see you in heaven."
But at that moment, among the corpses, one of them moved and slowly got up. Santiago, who had only received a shot in the shoulder, had thought he was dead, but when he realized he could still move, he weakly crawled, feeling the pain throughout his body.
"Damn it, you crazy old man, do you know what you've done?" Santiago growled as he tried to stand up and said, "The mafia is going to kill us. If those animals find us, they'll look for our corpses and kill us all over again."
Harry opened his eyes and leaned forward to grab his weapon again, but he fell to the ground due to the little strength left in his body.
Crack!
Santiago finally managed to get to his feet. He shook his head and looked around in confusion at the surroundings, where there were only corpses. He looked at old Smith and frowned, walked to where a pistol was, and picked it up.
"Damn old man, I knew there was something wrong with you since I saw you at that damn door…" Santiago raised the pistol, looked at old Smith, who had stopped moving, and just as he was about to fire, a shot rang out in the room.
Bang!
At that moment, Harry, who had been on the ground, had turned to the side and, by luck, managed to shoot Santiago in the chin, causing him to stop moving.
"Go to hell…" Harry murmured as he closed his eyes.
…
Moments earlier, at the warehouse where Jonathan keeps his weapons. After realizing that this place needed some renovations, he first began storing the weapons in special black cases.
His mind had been very busy for days, so he first started bringing in the boxes of ammunition he had ordered and the new weapons he had bought.
At that moment, a call came to his cell phone, and Jonathan immediately picked it up and answered. "Hello…"
"We have located the cell phone of the target you requested to be tracked. His exact and real-time location has been sent to your data navigator, sir."
In just a few seconds, Jonathan's expression changed and he said, "Thank you for your services."
Taking a pistol from a table and several magazines, Jonathan immediately left the house and headed to the location. Upon arriving, he looked at the familiar building and walked toward the door, which was in fact open.
Walking inside the place, Jonathan had already drawn his pistol and moved forward with intense focus. The first thing he saw was blood splattered on the walls and floor, and a thick smell of gunpowder in the air.
As he went deeper inside, his eyes soon focused on the corpses, and as he continued walking, a cough was heard among the bodies lying on the ground.
"Cough…"
"Old Brown?"
"What are you doing in this place?" Harry recognized Jonathan's voice, but he could not open his eyes, so he said, "I'm just agonizing, but there are many girls in this place who need your help. Please, help those who can still live…"
Looking at Harry's blood-soaked body, Jonathan's eyes filled with disbelief as he quickly approached the old man, trying to immediately check how badly injured he was.