Underestimated Retribution

CHAPTER 163: THE RUSSIAN MENACE

By the time they fired two more times, it was clear that they would soon be out of bullets. What Derek Campton didn't know was if his opponent brought another magazine with him. His other magazine was in his bedroom, and Derek Campton knew that trying to cross the hallway to get it was death itself.

Leaning against the door, he breathed hard, his breath coming in short gasps and spurts. Derek Campton knew one thing for sure.

For the first time in his life, he was actually staring at death in the face, and he was defying it too.

The problem was how long he was going to continue doing it, how long he was going to continue staring at death in the face and defying it without caring about the consequences.

When he fired again, he tried the trigger again, then inhaled sharply as the gravity of his situation became clear to him. He was out of bullets, and his magazine was in the bedroom. He had been counting his opponent's shots too, and he could tell that he must have also exhausted