Corre cabrón, corre!

Oswaldo Nogueira was one of the most (if not the most) important and powerful drug traffickers on the entire island. To show off his power he used to hold grand parties in one of his many huge and luxurious mansions. Such was the fame of these festivals, that they were an event in themselves. Oswaldo liked to boast about his ostentatious and decadent lifestyle, always surrounded by beautiful women who acted as both his lovers and his personal army of bodyguards.

Magnates from a wide variety of sectors, as well as celebrities and celebrities from the world of entertainment were his regular guests, as well as countless beauties, who could be presented with the opportunity of a lifetime by attending such vacations...

But that day, Mr. Nogueira's most prominent guest was none other than the son of his fiercest competitor in the underworld; Carlos Soares junior.

Nogueira knew that that guy was nothing more than a mediocre and simple fool who would never live up to his father, the feared Nano Soares, who, now old, already had one foot in the grave.

His plan was to invite the poor, ambitious fool and entertain him in such a way that he would end up eating out of his hand... That stuck-up kid would be a puppet in his hands, as long as he was overwhelmed by an endless tide of luxuries, drugs and women. ...

Nogueria would take over Soares' empire without firing a single shot or losing a single man (in his case, a single girl).

The weaknesses and temptations of his rival's meiocre heir were a gift on a plate for Oswaldo's insatiable thirst for power and ambition.

Oswaldo: Ha Ha Ha! I already told you, boy! Niki is one of my best girls sucking! And believe me, all my girls are true masters at it!

Carlos: OOOoh! Yes, this bitch with slanted eyes is good! And thanks again for this gun! I´m eager to test it, he, he... Ooohh, damn I'm cumming!

Oswaldo: Ha ha ha! Be careful boy! The trigger is very sensitive, ha ha ha...

Carlos: FUCK! I had never sucked like that...

*BANG!!*

Carlos: Damn it was an accident, the gun went off by itself! Aaaaah!!!

Apologies and lamentations were of no use to Carlos. The fanatical and very high-minded "trusted girls" of Mr. Nogueria, whose fortuitous shot had blown off half of his head, did not even hesitate for a moment to grab their weapons and shoot almost point-blank at that evil born!

Luckily for the evil born, the body of the ill-fated Niki, the expert cock sucker, received the bullets intended for him.

Another bitch clad in black leather sitting next to him and a waitress whose names are totally irrelevant were massacred under that lead discharge.

Carlos: Damn, I said it was an accident!

Carlos ran as fast as he could, without pants and shooting blindly, (killing bya chance one of the Nogueria´s "inner circle" girls with a shot between the tits) while the rest of the bodyguards, with their pupils very dilated and stammering out of their minds with rage , they ran naked after him.

With his twitching penis in the air, Carlos ran like hell, trying to escape from his crazed pursuers, who were shooting at him and with no regard for the rest of the people around.

Beautiful girls drinking and dancing one moment were gunned down the next. Many were massacred without knowing what the hell was happening, while that half-naked bastard ran and shoved his way!

Grabbing the body of a guest (who had come to the party with other fraternity friends to celebrate her birthday), Carlos ran using her as a human shield. The young girl with red pigtails shook like a doll in his hands, riddled under a storm of bullets while the rest of her fraternity mates were inhumanly machine-gunned by fanatics thirsting for revenge.

Every meter and every moment that that piece of scum was still alive fed the deranged paranoia of his pursuers. Carlos crossed the pool, jumping from mat to mat, dismissing the bruised corpse of the red-haired girl as if it were nothing. He didn't mind stepping on faces, crotches and whatever it took to try to save her wretched hide... The screams of terror, the rattle of assault rifles and techno music at an inhuman volume mixed together. in a maddening cacophony. While around, dozens of innocent guests were shot to death in the crossfire.

"Corre cabrón! Corre!"

The scream of Luisa, the leader of the pursuers, rose above the chaos.

In the west wing of the mansion, there was another environment. Mr. Noriegua enjoyed special pleasures that required special services... There, Tinkerbell, one of his most loyal assistants, negotiated with Cristina, a provider of such services from Eastern Europe.

Cristin: Mmm... yes I think it's an acceptable deal.

Tinkerbell: Excellent! Let's close the bussines as it deserves... Cocaine please!

But Carlos burst into his desperate flight in the middle of the terrace. The bullets that hit where his own ass had been a second before, swept the place like a tide of death! Prostitutes, sluts, slaves, waitresses... All riddled with bullets that missed their target!

Tinkerbell herself and her select whores were fodder for bullets. Dying for nothing in the middle of that madness!

Luisa: Dónde está ese perro! Dónde diablos se ha metido!

(Where is that dog! Where the hell is him!)

The leader of the hunting party screamed angrily at her girls, walking indifferently over the trail of corpses around them.

"I think he came in from that side, downstairs!" one of the hunters reported.

The party continued downstairs, with another change of atmosphere. There the theme was Country, although drugs, shady deals and indecent propositions were as common as anywhere else in the house.

Carlos and his pendulous cock appeared around the place. In the search, still without success, to save his ass from that gang of psychopathic bitches.

Which caused the entire bar to be swept by a rain of lead, riddling anyone who was in the way.

Roberta had been working as a waitress for a couple of months. The tips were good and the pay was better than any other club in the city. But she knew where she was, that was the den of a drug lord, so she always had her gun close to her... just in case.

And that moment arrived. Pushing aside the machine-gunned corpses of the clients around her, she grabbed her .45 pistol and returned fire at whoever the hell was trying to kill her!

She blew Luisa's brains out and sent another of the armed whores away with her enviable aim! (a couple of other bitches also died, who would have done better to duck and cover instead of trying to run away screaming like someone possessed...)

Roberta's satisfaction was short-lived when she herself received the full blast of an assault rifle!

Like a broken puppet, Roberta's lifeless body ended up on the ill-fated son of a bitch who caused such carnage! Carlos grabbed the murdered waitress' gun and unleashed what was left of the magazine against the enormous fake tits of the last two crazy whores who were trying to kill him!

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Carlos's ears were ringing after returning to the relative silence that was the ambient music of the place. The deafening flashes of the rifles had finally stopped! Murmurs of the wounded and dying were what remained. Carlos was buried under the bloody corpses of Roberta and the last two siliconed huntress´s

The poor bastard couldn't believe he was still alive!

"Damn, I'm a lucky guy after all!" he shouted between laughter.

FIN.