Chapter 22

 

The Black Dragon

The Black Dragon laid on the floor of his living room with his feet shoved under the couch doing sit-ups. In his line of work, he had to be prepared for anything so he made sure he always took care of his body by staying in tiptop shape. The Black Dragon loved his job and was always ready for anything. The Black Dragon’s motto was that it was better to stay ready so that he didn’t have to get ready. The Black Dragon got into push-up form when he looked up at his laptop screen, which he used as his surveillance, and saw an army of Columbian looking men creeping down his hallway holding assault rifles in their hands.

The Black Dragon quickly hopped up off the floor, only having time to grab his FiveSeven handgun from off the couch before his front door was blown off the hinges. The Black Dragon dropped the first three gunmen that were brave enough to come running through the front door. He then took cover behind the wall as several different guns could be heard being fired all at the same time. The Black Dragon stuck his arm around the corner and fired blindly out into the crowd. From the loud grunts and the sound of bodies hitting the floor, he knew that he had hit his targets. Before the Black Dragon could think of his next move, a brave gunman ran around the corner. Aimlessly, the Black Dragon grabbed the nose of the man’s rifle and shot him in the back. He quickly stuck his handgun down in the small of his back, spun around the corner with his finger pressed down on the trigger, and bullet shells popped out of the side of the machine gun continuously, as gunmen dropped left and right.

Just when the Black Dragon thought he had took all of the gunmen out, he saw an arm toss two grenades inside his apartment. “Shit!” The Black Dragon yelled as he took off in a sprint and threw himself through the glass window just as the grenades exploded. 

Boooooooom!

Fifteen seconds later, the gunman that tossed the grenades inside the apartment slowly eased his way inside. He searched the entire apartment and saw no sign of the assassin. The gunman slowly made his way over to the window and peeked out, when out of nowhere, a hand shot up and snatched him out the window. The Black Dragon lifted himself up with one hand and shot the last four remaining gunmen in rapid succession with the other hand.

Boc! Boc! Boc! Boc!

The Black Dragon pulled himself back inside his apartment with a grunt and just laid on the floor for a second and tried to gather his thoughts. His forehead and arms were all cut up from him jumping through the window. He looked down and saw a bullet hole in his shoulder. “Fuck!” The Black Dragon cursed as he picked himself up off the floor and quickly made his exit before the cops showed up.