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The air was thick with danger. Jimmy and Sea moved through an old abandoned building in the Bangkok suburbs, following the only lead they had: a phone number linked to the anonymous messages.
—I don’t like this —Jimmy muttered, gripping his gun tightly.
—I know —Sea replied, walking beside him with his usual confidence, though his stance was also alert—. But this is our only shot.
The walls were covered in burn marks and graffiti, remnants of a fire that had probably happened years ago. The smell of dampness and rust filled the air. Every step they took echoed in the silence, as if something was waiting in the shadows.
Jimmy moved cautiously, scanning every corner. Something felt off. It wasn’t just the silence… it was the feeling of being watched.
Then, his phone vibrated.
"Too late."
The gunshot came out of nowhere.
Jimmy barely had time to react as the bullet hit the wall beside him. His body moved on instinct, diving to the ground.
—Sea, get down! —he shouted, rolling behind a column.
The assassin was already in action. He pulled out his knife, moving through the shadows with the precision of someone who had done this a thousand times.
—Welcome to my home —a voice echoed in the darkness.
Jimmy felt his blood turn cold.
Neo Trai.
The man who was supposed to be dead five years ago was here, hunting them.
—I thought you’d put up more of a fight —the voice continued—. You disappoint me.
Jimmy gritted his teeth, trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound. But Neo was in his element, playing with them, using the darkness to his advantage.
—You’re not leaving here alive —Jimmy growled, adrenaline surging through his body.
A soft laugh filled the space.
—Is that so, detective?
Suddenly, a knife flew in his direction. Jimmy barely moved in time, feeling the blade graze his arm, leaving a shallow cut.
Sea lunged into action. His body disappeared among the debris, moving quickly. Jimmy knew he was hunting his own prey.
But Neo Trai was hunting them, too.
Another gunshot rang out, this time aimed at Sea. The assassin ducked behind a broken wall, his eyes sharp.
—You’re not as stealthy as before, Sea —Neo’s mocking voice rang out—. Have you gone soft?
Sea smirked, that usual confidence in his expression.
—I’m just warming up, old friend.
Jimmy clenched his jaw. He didn’t like the way they talked, as if this were just a game to them.
—Enough talking —Jimmy growled, stepping out of cover and firing toward the voice.
The bullets tore through the darkness, hitting a wall.
Silence.
Jimmy had a bad feeling.
Then, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
He turned just in time to see a shadow move fast.
Neo Trai was attacking.