SUDDEN REINFORCEMENTS

The leader's finger tightened around the trigger, his eyes locked on 2 Guns' face with a mix of anger and hatred. He took a deep breath, the muscles in his arm tensing as he prepared to squeeze the trigger. 2 Guns' eyes met the leader's, a spark of fear igniting within them.

Just as the leader's finger was about to apply the final pressure, a glint of metal flashed through the air, and a sharp dagger pierced his chest, lodging deep into his heart. The leader's eyes widened in shock, and his body jerked backward, the gun slipping from his grasp. He stumbled, his legs buckling beneath him, and his body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The other survivors were caught off guard, confused and disoriented as they tried to process what was happening.

Before they could even react, the sound of gunfire echoed through the area, and each of the survivors dropped to the ground, a single bullet wound to the head. The scene was chaotic and bloody, with bodies sprawled out on the ground.

Pistol, Rifle, and 2 Guns were splattered with blood, their faces and clothes stained with the crimson liquid. Pistol looked down at himself, his expression a mix of shock and disgust. "Ugh, I'm covered in blood," he muttered.

2 Guns and Rifle exchanged a tense glance, their eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any sign of the person who had intervened. "Who did this?" 2 Guns whispered, his voice low and cautious.

The three of them stood frozen, waiting for any sign of movement or further danger.

2 Guns picked up his gun, carefully dusting it off before inspecting it for any damage. As he was about to slide it back into his holster, he saw a glint of metal flying towards him. His reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly caught the dagger mid-air, his grip tightening around the hilt.

A hint of a smile played on his lips as he looked up, his eyes locking onto the rooftop where the dagger had come from. "Lil sis, long time no see," he said, his voice carrying across the distance.

A figure emerged, dressed in dark attire, with a hood pulled over their head. The figure pushed back its hood, revealing a young girl with piercing green eyes and jet-black hair with a little purple dye.

She gazed down at 2 Guns, a mixture of emotions on her face. "Don't call me that," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of familiarity.

The rooftop seemed to be a good distance away, and 2 Guns' eyes narrowed slightly as he looked up at her. "You've gotten better at throwing," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Dagger's eyes locked onto 2 Guns, a hint of a smirk on her face. "I missed, I was aiming for your head, 2 Guns," she said, her voice dripping with a mix of playfulness and challenge.

2 Guns laughed, a deep, rich sound. "The survivors were shot. When did people in Knives Warehouse start using guns?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Dagger's gaze flickered, her eyes scanning the surroundings as she responded, "My crew doesn't use guns. I have no idea who could have..." Her words trailed off as she suddenly froze.

A figure emerged from the shadows, a young man with a well-chiseled face, black bushy hair, and piercing blue eyes. He pointed a gun at Dagger's head, the barrel gleaming in the light. The gun's cylinder rotated.

"Well, well, well," the young man said, his voice smooth and calculated. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little situation here." 2 Guns' expression turned cold, his hand instinctively going to his gun.

~A.y.

I guess the story is starting to make sense now... I had to do a lot of editing.

I wanna apologize to all those who have read the previous version 🙂...

I just realized that I'll be unable to continue with that idea so I had to change it 💜💜💜

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