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Chapter 11: The Night of Chaos

Just as Sumedh was about to speak again, the sharp sound of gunfire erupted around him. The windows of Abhishek's car shattered, and bullets whizzed past, their piercing cracks echoing through the night. Abhishek ducked instinctively, his phone slipping from his hand and skidding somewhere under the seat.

"Fuck!" Abhishek shouted, his voice a mix of anger and fear. He could faintly hear Sumedh's voice from the phone, still connected, shouting his name over the cacophony of gunfire.

"Abhishek! What's happening? Are you okay? Answer me!" Sumedh's voice was frantic, but the din of the attack drowned out his words.

Thinking quickly, Abhishek engaged the car's auto-drive system. It wasn't perfect, but it would keep the vehicle moving while he dealt with the attackers. He reached under his seat and pulled out his gun, his heart pounding as he glanced in the rearview mirror. Six or seven cars were tailing him, their occupants firing relentlessly. The night was alive with the harsh lights of gunfire and the acrid smell of burnt powder.

"Damn it," Abhishek muttered, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He rolled down the window just enough to aim his gun and returned fire, his hands steady despite the chaos. He fired at the lead car, his shots true, and watched as it swerved violently before crashing into a parked vehicle with a thunderous crash.

The gunfire intensified, bullets ricocheting off his car, sending sparks flying. Abhishek gritted his teeth against the pain in his arm, a bullet having grazed it, the searing burn a constant reminder of the danger. Despite the pain, he maintained his focus, taking out another car's tires, watching it skid off the road in a spectacular shower of sparks and debris.

As he emptied one clip and reloaded, the car's auto-drive system struggled, its controls jittering. The relentless assault took its toll. Realizing the car wouldn't hold up much longer, Abhishek made a decisive move. He pressed a button on the dashboard, activating the emergency stop. The car screeched to a halt, and he quickly opened the door, stepping out into the fray with his gun at the ready.

The remaining cars skidded to a stop, and armed men began to pour out, their weapons aimed at him. Abhishek took cover behind his car, the metal frame offering scant protection. He fired, his shots precise, each one finding its mark amidst the chaos. The sound of gunfire was deafening, each bullet's impact a harsh reminder of the danger he faced.

An attacker rushed towards him from the side, but Abhishek was faster. He stepped out from behind cover, firing two shots, hitting the man squarely in the chest. Another attacker tried to flank him, but Abhishek swung around and fired, the bullet finding its mark with a satisfying thud.

Despite his best efforts, the attackers continued to press forward. Abhishek knew he couldn't keep this up forever. He spotted a nearby alley and made a break for it, firing behind him to keep the attackers at bay. His breaths were ragged, the cold night air stinging his lungs.

As he reached the alley, he leaned against the wall, reloading his gun with trembling hands. The attackers' footsteps echoed ominously, a constant reminder of the danger closing in. The alley was dark, the only light coming from the distant street lamps.

He needed a plan. Fast.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the alley and fired rapidly, catching the attackers off guard. He took down two more before they could react, then ducked behind a parked car as bullets whizzed by. The car's metal frame offered only a meager shield against the onslaught.

From his vantage point, Abhishek spotted their leader, shouting orders and trying to organize the remaining men. Abhishek knew that taking out the leader would demoralize the attackers and give him a chance to escape. With grim determination, he moved swiftly, using the parked cars for cover as he closed the distance.