noveltune Chapter 50 - 50: A Gamble
Chapter 50 - 50: A Gamble
Inside, he stepped into a narrow hallway dimly illuminated by fluorescent lights. The weak glow barely reached the corners, leaving much of the area shrouded in shadows.
Cigarette butts and empty liquor bottles littered the floor, forcing him to watch his step. It was clear that hygiene was not a priority here.
Well, it wasn't like Asher could complain, especially given the state he had lived in before.
Fortunately, his sense of smell was dulled, because the air was filled with the stench of stale smoke , mold and spilled alcohol.
Faded posters of sexy women and gang symbols scrawled in graffiti adorned the walls.
'I need to find cover first.' He slowly walked toward the corner, scanning his surroundings.
He didn't see any CCTV cameras, which was a relief. They likely wouldn't install anything that could serve as evidence of their illegal activities.
'Is someone laughing?' He overheard echoes from the right and moved slowly toward the sound.
As he approached, he spotted four men chatting and laughing. They looked intoxicated, likely having drunk more than they could handle.
'They're too far away. If I shoot from here, someone might hear,'
He pondered as he considered his options when he noticed some trash littering the floor. An idea began to form.
Asher picked up a dented soda can lying nearby and tossed it down the hall.
CLANG!
The sound echoed off the walls, causing the gangsters to stop and glance around in confusion.
"What was that?" one muttered.
"Probably just the damn cat again," another said, rolling his eyes.
But he still motioned for the others to follow him toward the noise.
Asher crouched deeper into one of the corners.
The men reached the spot where the can had landed, one kicking it aside. "Guess it was nothing."
Just as they turned back, Asher stepped out from his cover, gun raised and steady.
"No—!" one of the gangsters managed to shout, panic creeping into his voice.
But before he could finish, a flash of light erupted from the muzzle of the gun, illuminating their faces for a split second. Then they felt the cold sensation of bullets penetrating their brain.
'Three down,' he muttered while quickly transforming their bodies into pills.
After swallowing the pills, he tossed their clothing into a nearby trash can, watching it disappear beneath a pile of discarded junk.
With the mess cleaned up, he scanned for any lingering evidence in case more gangsters showed up.
Conveniently, even the spilled blood had been transformed into pills, ensuring that no one would notice anything amiss in the hallway.
'I need to be quick.' He wasted no time and walked toward the other end,
BANG!
BANG!
When the blinding flash faded, everyone was dead except for Asher, who was riddled with holes all over his body, yet there was no blood oozing out.
'Glad that worked,' he sighed to himself.
He didn't know how much damage he could take, so he figured he'd gamble on the chance that they'd stop shooting him if he pretended to be dead.
Well, technically, he wasn't pretending.