Sorry, We're Too Late

Arsenic ran. He approached one of his bodyguards, who was hiding behind the door. “What is this?!” asked him. The man tried to shake off all his panic. Although it was still visible in the tense expression on his face.

“Don’t know, Master. But suddenly there was a gunshot. Don’t know where it came from,” said the bodyguard breathlessly.

“They used the same tactics we did that night.”

Arsenic cursed. “Damn it! Find out where the bullets came from. Listen to the sound carefully. You’ll know where they are.”

“All right, Master!”

Arsenic moved. He moved again. He will move to the rooftop so he could pay more attention to their whereabouts.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Since then, the man has been cursing.

“How can they know my location?!” he said with a very annoyed expression. Arsen didn’t know what the conditions in