Young Miss!! You can't go out and run around alone it's dangerous we're at my penthouse my parents gifted me for my 16 birthday a few weeks ago
Jose pulls Bouchan into a tight embrace, his grip firm yet gentle I won't let anything happen to you, Bouchan. You mean too much to me.
Jose pulls away slightly, his eyes searching Bouchan's face for any signs of fear or distress Are you sure you're alright?
Yeah, I'm okay. Just... scared.
Jose's expression softens, his voice filled with genuine concern I know it's scary, Bouchan. But we made it through. We're alive, and that's what matters.
Jose takes a deep breath, his mind shifting into focused mode as he looks around the warehouse We need to find a way out of here, Bouchan.
Jose scans the area, his eyes landing on a broken window on the far side of the warehouse There! We can escape through there. Follow me, Bouchan.
Jose cautiously approaches the broken window, scanning the area for any potential threats or obstacles Stay close to me, Bouchan.
Jose carefully climbs through the broken window, his movements precise and controlled as he assesses the situation outside
Jose takes a moment to observe their surroundings, his trained eyes scanning for any signs of danger or potential threats
Jose's eyes narrow as he notices a group of armed men approaching from the distance, his grip tightening on the handle of his gun Bouchan, stay behind me. We have company. Just as Jose warns Nutock, the armed men open fire, bullets whizzing past Nutock's head. Jose swiftly pulls Nutock down to safety, shielding them both from the hail of bullets.
I gasp, my heart pounding in my chest What do we do now, Jose?
Jose's eyes dart around the area, calculating their options and formulating a plan We need to find cover. Follow me, Bouchan.
Jose quickly scans the area for any available cover, his eyes lighting upon a stack of crates nearby This way, Bouchan! Follow me!
I follow you to the crates
Jose leads Nutock to the stack of crates, his movements swift and purposeful as he positions themselves behind cover Stay down, Bouchan.
I stay low, peering over the top of the crate How many of them are there, Jose?
Jose squints, his eyes narrowing as he counts the number of armed men There are six of them, Bouchan. Four armed with rifles, two with handguns.
I flinch as one of the men fires his weapon Jose, what should we do next?
Jose's eyes flash with determination as he assesses the situation We need to take them out, Bouchan. Stay low and stay close to me.
I nod, gripping onto Jose's arm tightly Okay, Jose. I trust you.
Jose's eyes lock onto Nutock's, his grip on their arm tightening as he whispers Trust me, Bouchan. We're getting out of here alive.
I squeeze Jose's arm, nodding I believe you, Jose. Let's do this.
Jose's voice is steady and determined as he addresses Nutock Alright, Bouchan. Here's the plan.
I listen intently, swallowing hard Okay, Jose. I'm ready.
Jose's eyes gleam with determination as he lays out the plan We'll wait for them to get close, then take them out one by one.
I swallow hard, gripping Jose's arm tighter Okay, Jose. I'm with you.
Jose's voice is filled with conviction as he speaks to Nutock We're going to take these bastards down, Bouchan.
I nod, determination flashing in my eyes We sure are, Jose. Let's do this.
Jose takes a deep breath, his mind shifting into focused mode as he looks around the warehouse Alright, Bouchan. It's showtime.
I whisper, clutching Jose's arm I'm right behind you, Jose.
Jose's eyes flicker with a mix of anger and determination as he peeks over the crate, assessing the armed men Alright, Bouchan.
I lean in closer to Jose, whispering What's the next move, boss?
Jose's lips curl into a smirk as he whispers back Next move, we give them a taste of our skills. Get ready, Bouchan.
I swallow hard, nodding Alright, Jose. I'm ready when you are.
Jose's eyes narrow as he silently signals Nutock to stay low, his hand reaching into his pocket and discreetly pulling out a small knife
I watch you carefully, whispering Got it, Jose. I'll stay low.
(Jose silently moves towards the first armed man, his steps light and calculated as he gets into position.
I keep a tight grip on Jose's arm, watching as he approaches the first man Be careful, Jose.
Jose's body moves with fluidity and precision as he lunges forward, swiftly delivering a powerful strike to the first armed man's throat, rendering him unconscious One down, Bouchan. Two more to go.