Baby looked around the mess of the penthouse. It looked like a storm had just hit it, leaving everything broken or overturned. The walls displayed an uncanny pattern, etched by bullets. Even the glass wall under the railing by the stairwell was shattered. Above all, the bodies scattered across the floor were not less ten people.
"This is a hell of a mess!" One of the men in a suit scanned the scene as he approached the gigantic figure standing in the center. He whistled cockily, scoffing as he took in the sight. "One shot, one kill. Just like that."
Examining the gunshot wounds, many bodies bore bullets in their vests. But what killed all of them were shots to the head or other fatal spots. Interestingly, it was clear these shots were intentional. Anyone could tell that just by looking at their injuries.
"Did she really do all this?" the man asked, turning to Baby with raised brows. "That's sick. She took everyone down while still in the towel. I didn't know she could do this."
