Pfft!
The steel nail blasted straight into the man's chest.
The impact sent him staggering backward several steps, his machete clattering from his grip into the water with a splash. He looked down in disbelief at the thick nail embedded in his chest, blood rapidly spreading across his shirt.
Then his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily onto the deck.
The remaining two men panicked instantly. Everything had happened far too fast. From the moment Thomas fired the first shot to now, barely a few seconds had passed.
Three of their people were already down, and the other side hadn't even given them a chance to react.
"Fuck! Fuck!!"
The man holding the metal hook completely lost his composure. His earlier arrogance vanished without a trace.
He had thought they were targeting ordinary survivors. Who the hell were these monsters?!
The hook slipped from his hand and splashed into the water.
