Chapter 116- Wilson versus three

Wilson clenched his fist tightly. Blood flowed down his hands as he clenched the vibrating knife tightly. It was his only weapon left with him, aside from his gauntlets which were still tightly fitted into his hands. He looked around at the three people surrounding him from quite a distance in the triangle formation. He saw one of them look down at his watch. Distracted during a fight? Wilson wanted to go and beat him down first. Three minus one equals less chances of him dying.

But he couldn't. The other two did not look a away from him. Their eyes were trained on him; guns in their hands - two pistols with each one of them and a rifle on their backs - and they were the better shooters.

"Oh damnit! This is not even the target." The one who looked down and was fiddling with his watch, said. His teammates grunted and complained.

"F*ck!, I knew it." One of the other two said. He had a large scar on the side of his neck that ran down to his shoulders where they were hidden