The red emergency lights completely washed out the dim emergency bulbs, turning the small interrogation room into a strobing nightmare.
The two elite guards standing right behind the blonde secretary did not even hesitate to react to the screaming sirens tearing through the bunker.
They brought their assault rifles up to their shoulders in unison, acting like perfectly trained soldiers ready to eliminate any threat inside the restricted zone without asking a single question or waiting for an explanation.
But they usually expect their targets to take cover, panic, or surrender when a gun gets pointed right at their faces.
Kyle was definitely not a normal target by any stretch of the imagination.
Instead of backing away from the barrels of the guns, the mercenary let out a roar and charged straight forward across the small room.
He swung his massive black sword in a wide horizontal arc aimed right at the guard standing on the left side of the doorway.
