Chapter 10

Murder was prohibited. Injury was permitted. He understood the rules. Jiho shifted his aim just past the Russian’s crotch, shot him in the thigh, and immediately dove for cover behind the sofa. The guy collapsed, clutching his leg, and let out a long, agonized scream. In a matter of seconds, or perhaps minutes, the bullet would tear through his muscles and flesh to exit the other side. Heavy footsteps thundered from behind as a swarm of Russian bastards, easily pushing six-foot-six, rushed in. Incomprehensible Russian shouts assaulted his ears.