Enzo's eyes darted around the temple, his instincts on high alert. Suddenly, 25 heavily armed men emerged from strategic positions, surrounding him.

Machine guns at the ready, vests bulging with ammo, they formed a semi-circle around Enzo.

Enzo's eyes scanned the area, calculating the odds. Outnumbered, outgunned, but far from outmatched.

A wicked smile spread across his lips as he reloaded his pistol.

"Bring it on," he whispered to himself.

Enzo lunged behind a solid wall, using it as a shield.

Heavy gunfire ensued, bullets chewing into the stone, sending shards and brick parts flying.

Enzo peered around the wall, his eyes locking onto the guards.

Their suits were top-notch, but Enzo spotted the weakness – the exposed neck.

With accuracy and precision, Enzo took aim.

His pistol fired, the sound echoing through the temple.

The first guard fell, neck shattered, blood spraying. Shock rippled through the room.

Enzo re-aimed, fired again.

And again.

Each shot found its mark, n

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