Since I Found You
Rucksacks

“There is no name you mentioned just now in this place,” said one of the casino guards neatly tuned earlier. “My advice, you should go home soon and don't come back here!” throw it away while pointing towards the exit. The man looked confident, as they had more numbers. Only two people faced

“Yes, geez.” Mykola shook her head slowly while kneeling her temple. “Tell me one thing. You have made things difficult for yourself,” said the man slowly and calmly. He circled his gaze around the room, where there were many tables and gambling machines.

“Listen to me.” Mykola turned his attention back to the men in a neat suit earlier. He moved forward slowly. Vlad's assistant trust approached the men with the face of Sangar, who marched to form a strong defense fortress so that it could not be bypassed by Mykola and Vlad. “You better obey what my boss says, because if not ...”

“If you can not be invited to cooperate properly, then I will use violence.” Vlad took the gun hidden behind his back. He raised his weapon up high, then fired several times into the air.

The dozens of men, suddenly ducked while protecting each head with both hands. Some of them were ready to reply to Vlad's actions using their respective pistols, then aimed at the man.

Mykola, who was at the very front, immediately did something before the pistols aimed at Vlad barked and spewed hot lead. He also pulled out his beloved gun, then shot each of the men's hands and feet. Mykola, did it quickly before the weapons belonging to the men had been used. The attention of the men in a neat suit was centered on Vlad, so they were caught off guard against the Mykola movement.

“Badness!” Realizing that his partner had been successfully crippled easily by Mykola, the men began to go crazy. Simultaneously, they pulled out a gun that was directly aimed at the Vlad confidant.

Luckily, Vlad's hands were moving agilely. He pulled the trigger. The blue-eyed man managed to keep away the weapons held by the men. Every single bullet he gave to the back of each enemy's hand.

Mykola also moved quickly. He kept the guns scattered on the floor away from the men. The dozen men collapsed with small holes in both of their calves.

Vlad thought that the problem was over by then. However, in fact a vest of troops came back out of nowhere. They moved in a circle and confronted Vlad and Mykola. The weakness of these people is only one. They did not carry firearms, like his friends who had been crippled first.

“Why don't you guys bring weapons?” vlad asked as he frowned full of question marks.

“We don't need anything to conquer you two!” grinned one of the men in black, with a humbling smile. They again feel confident because they have a lot more.

“Ah, reasons. Just tell me if your boss is short on funds, to buy a licensed legal firearm,” Vlad sneered. “I heard the grapevine that the price is now up several times," said the man calmly.

“Shut up! Don't be noisy!” the man's sergeant didn't take it. He advanced while giving command to his friends, in order to join the move. The men were about to attack Vlad with their bare hands simultaneously.

However, Mykola first fired his gun at the ceiling, which made some large round neon lights break. The flakes of lights rained down on the heads of the men, successfully stopping their pace for a while.

“Listen! We can't stay here long. There are many other important matters to be resolved. So, I advise you not to beat around the bush! Quickly tell where Miss Altea Miller is,” exclaimed Mykola loudly. He who had always looked calm, this time looked very different.

Vlad didn't think twice about using his weapon. He returned with a bullet aimed at the men. Vlad was targeting the legs that were running towards him. Within minutes, dozens of men fell down while holding their feet. “I suggest to you to cooperate," Vlad said loudly.

"Say where Altea is. After I found her, I promised I wouldn't come back here. No matter if I have to pay compensation for all damage ” Vlad said lightly, "or I will destroy all assets in this casino," he threatened

“Go both of you to hell!” One of the men in black was spitting, hitting the tip of Mykola's shoe.

“Ah, how disgusting." Mykola grimaced small. He shook his head slowly. "Alright, then.” Mykola exhaled slowly. He advanced, then rubbed the tip of his shoe, on the shirt of the man who had spat earlier. Mykola looked around.

Meanwhile, the waiters and other workers who were about to get ready, seemed to hide in fear behind the casino furniture. Some hide behind palm pots, tables, chairs, and even hide under the stairs.

“Hey, you!” point Vlad at one of the bartenders, who happens to be peering over the bar table. “Help me collect these pistols!” tell it.

The bartender had no choice but to comply. He carried a large plastic bag, then loaded the scattered pistols into it.

“Now, throw those things in the trash. Do not try to do naughty, because my men will not hesitate to shoot your head,” Vlad threatened.

“Ba-good, Mr.” The bartender's thin body trembled as Mykola approached, then accompanied him outside. They walked towards the dump, which was located at the back of the casino building.

There, Mykola watched the bartender open the giant trash bin. It was hard for the skinny man to lift a large plastic bag full of dozens of pistols.

Mykola, who was impatient when watching the slow motion of the skinny man, immediately helped lift the plastic sack. He threw it in the trash. Just then, Mykola's dark iris caught something that made the man squint.

“Is that Miss Miller's bag?” he muttered while reaching for a black butute backpack.

Mykola believed that it belonged to Altea. Moreover, when he found Vlad's tracking device, which was in the bag. There were also several pieces of clothes belonging to the young woman.

“Say, do you know where the owner of this bag is?” ask the bartender.