Though his legs were shot, the assassin smiled as his comrade rolled the surgery cart into the ward. In his imagination, the next thing that’d follow was a ground-shaking explosion. All the targets that needed to be taken out would be reduced to chunks of meat. 

Bang! 

A bullet rang out. 

Those were his final thoughts before death. 

The one that took the assassin’s life was a Special Force member that lunged out of the stairway in the nick of time. 

In the ward. 

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!” The assassin with the rolling surgery cart roared a battle cry and slammed his right thumb onto the detonation button. 

Whoosh! 

A ray of silver flew by in a flash. Before he could even feel pain, the assassin watched as his thumb was severed. It rotated unceremoniously to a complete 360 degree before splattering onto the tiled floor. 

Blood gushed out of the new opening. The assassin instinctively switched over to his index finger. Another ray of silver flew by in a flash. His index finger once again detached itself from his fist and was sent flying away. 

He was in so much panic that he did not bother locating the target. Sadly, no matter how hard he tried to improvise with the situation, he was still one step slower. 

As his...