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The whole thing is remarkably surprising and quick, even though it was expected.
Joona knocks the gun aside, twisting it towards the ceiling in the same movement, and getting to his feet. He jabs his elbow into the man’s neck four times, takes the pistol and shoots the other man in the torso.
The three blank shots echo off the walls.
The first opponent is still staggering backwards when Joona spins round and shoots him in the chest.
He falls against the wall.
Joona walks over to the door, grabs the assault rifle and extra cartridge, then leaves the room.
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The door hits the concrete wall hard and bounces back. Joona is changing the cartridge as he marches in. The eight people in the next room all take their eyes off the large screen and look at him.
‘Six and a half seconds to the first shot,’ one of them says.
‘That’s far too slow,’ Joona says.
‘But Markus would have let go of the pistol sooner if your elbow had actually hit him,’ a tall man with a shaved head says.
‘Yes, you would have won some time there,’ a female officer adds with a smile.