46 THE BATTLE LINE HAS BEEN DRAWN

Sounds of recurring gunshots filled the air as Giovanni shot at mummies, hitting the target on their chests in the bull's eye. Even after all these years, he hasn't changed a bit. He's still the same cocky bastard who never listens to anyone. He let out a heavy sigh. “Reload it,” he handed the empty gun to one of his men who was standing behind him, holding a box of bullets and another loaded gun. Pulling up his left sleeve, he rubbed the scar on his shoulder, his anger rising even more. After all he had done for the gang, Davis, whom he considered a brother, had branded him a traitor in front of everyone, accusing him of working for the rival gang and causing the deaths of the many men they lost that day. The only mistake he had made was to protect them. If he hadn't, they'd have lost more people. Yet, Davis refused to listen to him and blamed him for everything. It must be relieving pushing the blame to someone else. Isn't it, Davis? He took the loaded gun from the