Men and women huddled together, shielding trembling children with their bodies.
Some clutched each other so tightly their knuckles turned white.
A grandmother fell to her knees, praying under her breath.
Two small siblings sobbed loudly, faces buried in their mother's torn jacket.
Bruno's smirk widened.
"See that? You move one more inch and they all die! Every last one of them!"
Ross didn't even slow.
"Do it."
His voice was soft, almost casual.
Then he smiled—calm, relaxed, unbothered.
"I don't care."
The entire room froze. Even the air felt like it stopped moving.
Bruno blinked, momentarily stunned.
"Wh–what? You crazy bastard, I said I'll kill them!"
Ross walked closer.
"Do it."
Bruno's face contorted in rage. He wasn't used to being ignored. Not here. Not in his kingdom.
"You asked for it!"
He swung his arm down violently.
"DO IT!"
The world exploded.
BANG!
BANG-BANG!
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!
A thunderous barrage of automatic gunfire erupted all at once.
