Ten enforcement squads.
Faces grim.
They advanced slowly toward the hotel entrance.
The lead enforcer crouched quickly, checking the doorway with practiced precision.
After confirming there were no traps, he gestured back—safe.
Deep breath.
Step forward.
He crossed into the hotel.
They picked up speed, arriving at the first-floor lobby, and headed straight for the stairwell.
Their mission had changed.
Originally—
Eliminate all Lighthouse assassins.
Now—
Kill the Lighthouse leader Alex Cross and target Caine.
Because of this, they left only one squad behind to secure the ground floor.
The rest pressed upward.
The first enforcement squad reached the stairwell.
Left and right—
Corner cleared.
After confirming both sides safe, they regrouped and began climbing to the second floor.
Second Floor – Stairwell
Caine stood outside the hallway door.
In his left hand: a Glock 17 converted carbine.
In his right: his sword-cane, drawn, gripped tight.
Through the glass of the door, he watched the shifting light of tactical flashlights.
He tilted his head, listening to footsteps echoing in the stairwell.
Step.
Step.
The crunch of combat boots on tile carried clearly through the silence.
A few more steps—
The lead enforcer stood just beyond the wooden door, separated from Caine by mere inches.
The man reached out—
Carefully pushing the door open—
Trying to check if the second-floor hallway was clear.
Shhhk!
The sword-cane pierced straight through the wood, driving into his throat.
A quick pull back—
Caine stepped aside.
His left hand raised the Glock 17 carbine—
Ratatatata!
Bullets shredded the door, ripping into the enforcer already bleeding out, and catching a few behind him.
Not fatal—
But enough to draw every eye.
Boom!
A shotgun blast splintered the door.
Two squads surged into the hallway.
But Caine was gone.
The enforcers found only a corridor of tightly shut guestroom doors.
The lead man gestured sharply—
Search every room.
Find Caine.
Meanwhile, in the second-floor restaurant—
John Wick pressed his back against the wall, gripping his TTI SIG-Sauer MPX carbine.
Cold eyes fixed on the bobbing beams of tactical lights.
Ten squads had split—five left, five right.
Five steps… four… three…
The barrel of a Winchester M1897 shotgun edged into view.
John moved instantly.
Left hand locked the barrel.
Right hand squeezed the trigger—
Bang! Bang!
Two quick shots, no time to aim.
Not meant to kill—
Just to cripple, to drop targets fast.
Gunfire cracked.
The squad behind rushed forward to cover.
Ratatat!
Four more shots—two more enforcers staggered back, weapons falling from their grip.
John spun.
Snatched the Winchester from the first man he'd dropped.
Fired.
BOOM!
One enforcer blown back, chest torn open.
He discarded the shotgun, swinging the MPX back into play—
Ratatata!
Three-round burst.
One to the forehead.
One to the neck.
Another man dropped.
Without pause—
His hand went to his waist.
The TTI Combat Master pistol came free.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three shots.
Two enforcers collapsed again.
He holstered, raised his carbine—
Retreating step by step toward the restaurant, laying down bursts of fire.
Ratatata!
Ratatata!
Suppressing their advance.
On the right flank, two enforcers he'd already downed once tried to rise again.
Ratatata!
They fell for good.
The gunfight on the right drove the squads on the left to hurry.
They stopped at the first guestroom.
Boom!
Shotgun breach.
Kick.
Door smashed open.
Six-man squad rushed in.
Behind them, four more squads advanced to the next room.
Door after door.
Breaching, clearing.
Until they reached the fifth room at the hallway corner—
Boom!
Shotgun cleared the way.
Door kicked open.
Six men charged inside.
But from behind the last man, a shadow followed silently.
Caine.
The door shut.
Lightning strike.
Sword-cane flashed.
The blade slid clean through the enforcer's throat.
One pull.
Blood sprayed.
No pause.
Caine raised the dead man's rifle—
Ratatatata!
In the cramped guestroom corridor, bullets ripped into the back of the next enforcer, shredding him before he could turn.
The man dropped, dead on the spot.
..... The fourth battle inside the Lighthouse Hotel had begun.
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