At this point, all the remaining gunmen knew better to gather around and cover all directions instead of getting picked off one by one.
They had their own coms to respond and relay commands, so all of them left their positions and gathered in the central area of the warehouse, an open ground which also covered all directions and limited an enemy's options to attack them.
Unless someone had a bazooka, they couldn't decimate all of them together.
Bang!
However... instead of running and hiding like before, Morpheus made his presence known as he jumped down from the ceiling beams and faced them openly.
"Who the hell are you, fucker?! Did that bitch's father send you here?!" asked one of the guards.
"Who am I should not matter to you lot since none of you will live for long." replied Morpheus and charged brazenly.
