Bryan's spiritual force was depleting at a rapid rate as he continued to maintain Mirage. He had to make sure that he killed everybody in the warehouse before his spell was disrupted.
He didn't want to leave anyone alive. That would only spell more trouble in the future.
About twenty people had already died. There were still many lives left to reap. Bryan took the pistols from Marco and Jeffrey's dead bodies. He reloaded both pistols and then held one in each arm.
He ran around the crates, alongside the walls of the warehouse, and shot twelve bullets in a row. After emptying the gun, he took cover behind another crate.
Twelve shots were fired. Five were dead and one was bleeding in the chest and shoulder, about to die in mere minutes. With two shots aimed per person, one could see Bryan's gun shooting skills had improved tremendously.
What do we say to the God of Death? Guess we'll never find out, kekk.