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John instinctively grabbed the boss's hand, where the gun was clutched tightly.
His heart pounded in his chest as he desperately tried to twist the weapon away, his own hand trembling with adrenaline.
The boss, caught off guard, reacted with a surge of anger.
He tightened his grip on the gun, his face contorted in a grimace of fury.
The struggle intensified, both men locked in a desperate dance of survival.
John, fueled by a primal instinct to protect himself, fought with every ounce of strength he possessed.
The boss, driven by a mixture of rage and fear, retaliated with brutal force.
The gun, a heavy weight in their intertwined hands, seemed to sway back and forth like a pendulum, threatening to unleash its deadly power at any moment.
The air crackled with tension, the silence broken only by the grunts and gasps of the two men locked in mortal combat.
The gun, a symbol of power and danger, became the focal point of their struggle, a deadly dance that could end in tragedy for one or both of them.
The boss, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, reacted with brutal efficiency.
His knee, a weapon in its own right, slammed into John's side, catching him off guard and sending a wave of pain through his body.
John gasped, momentarily losing his grip on the gun as he doubled over, his breath knocked out of him.
Seizing the opportunity, the boss unleashed a vicious elbow strike that connected with John's shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through his arm.
The impact forced John to relinquish his hold on the gun, sending it spinning through the air.
It landed with a metallic clang on the floor, a stark reminder of the danger that had just been averted.
John, reeling from the blows, stumbled back, his hand instinctively reaching for his aching side.
He could feel the sting of the boss's knee, a burning sensation that threatened to overwhelm him.
He knew he had to regain his composure, but the pain was overwhelming.
The boss, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and triumph, stood over John, his eyes burning with a cold fury.
John knew that he was in a desperate situation, facing a man who was both powerful and ruthless.
He had to find a way to escape, to survive this encounter.
The boss scoffed at John, spitting on the floor beside him.
His breath came out in ragged, heavy gasps.
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