"Playtime's over," deliberates the death glaring plum eyed woman. An inferno blaze incinerating all compassion left in the woman plum eyes vanishes with the intensity of a lightning bolt. She slips her hands behind her back and underneath the white leather frock coat seizing two Custom Silenced Stainless-Steel Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm Semi-Automatic Pistols with her pointer fingers hugging the triggers. This woman negates the trigger slop of the Beretta 92FS SA/DA Pistol (single to double action) trigger pull. "Ah, the marvelous custom seven-pound first single action trigger pull weight and then to a double action two-pound one ounce trigger weight," she reflects serene. Miss Plum Eyes switches off the de-cocker lever as second nature arming the lethal custom 9x19mm Parabellum round pistols. Both Custom Silence Stainless Steel Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm Pistols possess one round in the chamber with the safety disengaged and their fifteen round double stack magazines. She nudges the Onyx Eyed woman's head to a safe location out of extreme danger, yet this woman reaches both Beretta Inox Pistols beyond her head. A swift accurate analysis allows Miss Plum Eyes deliberate which men would react the fastest based on their eye movement, temperament, and hand placement to return potential fire. Both these Beretta Inox 9mm Pistols reveal a rifle twist rate of 1:18 counterclockwise. Five custom steel full metal jacket (FMJ) 130 grain tungsten core armor piercing rounds (APR) 9x19mm +P+ parabellum explode out of the Inox barrel at a velocity of 1,887 feet per second with a pressure of 42,300 PSI on average. She exterminates each thug in order of which could return fatal shots first and neutralizes these egregious threats. Numerous bloody brain matter splatters on the vibrant ivory back walls, yet all five hired hitmen die within .42 seconds time lapse with dead aim, and minimal effort on her part. Her twin Custom Beretta 92FS Inox Stainless Steel 9mm Pistols smoke at the muzzle of the 2.5 inches long silencer added to the barrels. Miss Plum Eyes utilizes left eye and hand dominance in her shooting technique, yet she clinches off rounds with both eyes wide open.

These scorching 130 grain FMJ tungsten core +P+ (APR) drill into the skull in the area between the eyes or foreheads of the male thugs, and it demolishes their skull structure releasing hefty bone fragments imbedding inside their eyes, mouths, or brains. Flesh explodes out the back of the male corpses' heads, yet these exit wounds manifest too extravagant for the 9mm bullet size impaling their skulls. The backside of the dead men's heads reveals grotesque two-to-three-inch round exit wounds, and this insane overkill fashion creates one gruesome and terrifying mess. All five 9x19mm round casings appear steel tinging on the white and black marble floors, and not brass casings as usual with zero manufacturer stamping on them. Five muzzle flashes, soft gunfire echoes, and crimson mist arising alert the patrons to a dread filled scenario. Numerous horrific Screams, feet shuffling, and chair legs screeching on the marble floor create an odious orchestra of sound. Miss Plum Eyes scans methodically for any additional imminent threats. Five men's lifeless bodies crumble to the floor, and they ooze out disgusting pools of crimson warm blood. A woman reveals her cleavage coated in crimson mist from the exit wound on the back of an assassin's skull, yet all five rounds avoid wounding any other patrons. Skull bone fragments scatter over the area covered in blood.

"Strange she retains even the faintest bit of composure seated across from me," deliberates Plum Eyes. Five men learn a gruesome story human demise, and her skills prove nothing less than methodical and inhuman. A death bringing two guns woo wielding technique found in many John Woo films. She appears to be a fan of "Hard Target 1993 and Hard Boiled 1992?" Scorching tungsten armor piercing +P+ rounds demolish the skulls of the dead, and blistering brass casings ting on the white and black marble floors.

She's darts out of the table to her feet, yet the woman aims north in the direction for possible trouble while chasing the double door exit. Hae-Won and her female companion coward against the wall of the booth behind her, yet Plum Eyes expression reveals a rapid smile to inform the woman they will live as she passes the women's booth. Her trendy orange sunglasses and swift head movement hide her face excellent from the ladies.

Patrons wail in consumed by terror yet acting upon 100% survival instincts while plowing into each other as drunken oxen.

The Japanese man signals a nimble hand motion to his bodyguard to stand down chasing her, and he retains some composure. His guards acquire a defensive formation around their boss. A couple guards deter a violent rush of patrons stampeding for the closest exit door. Screaming patrons' arms and legs flail aimlessly while assaulting other patrons.

Michiko secures her mother to safety behind a massive quartz statue, while brandishing her standard Stainless-Steel Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm Pistol cocked with round in the chamber, it possesses fifteen round double-stack M9 magazine. She retains tranquility and appears interested in neutralizing any target after her or her mother while retaining trigger discipline. Her eyes manifest a ruthless nature about them. Four bodyguards working under the Madam provide exceptional protection while the patrons flail deranged in this chaos. Screams fill the rooms as a symphony, and moguls, hosts, and owners duck under tables, behind walls, or through doors cowering. People reveal wide-eyed crying, screaming, and trembling violent as a gun battle begins to wage.

Michiko eliminates an underling of Mr. Shin's with a 135 grain P+ 9x19mm FMJ steel-core armor piercing round burrowing through his left eye at 1,467 (FPS) and a pressure of 38,900 PSI. Eye matter and skull fragments splatter between the massive fake breasts of a woman in a silk European style cream color bandage dress. Six patrons sprint away from Michiko's direction. A single of Madam Dragon's bodyguard crashes to the floor from women flailing about. Multiple woman's stiletto heels dig into his back, but he shields his neck and face from serious damage. He fights to return to his feet, yet men and women trip over him. Three women crash violent into one ebony top table after the front woman breaks her stiletto off collapsing into this table wrist first. She fractures her wrist and palm from the impact and other two women crashing against her back. Screaming in agony, she appears pinned against the table as its wooden legs collapse under the weight, and they crumble to the ground.

A downed wealthy man roars in bloody agony as two women trample his nuts with their six-inch stilettos. He restrains permanent testicle damage and blood appears through his exquisite sandy colored suit trousers. "My bloody balls urrgh!" This man passes out from the shear discomfort.

Furious, the Aquamarine eyed woman grasps a Mossberg 1300 Defender Pump Action shotgun and readies herself in retaliation.

"Shit," deliberates the plum eyed woman firing three cover shots creating her agile diving exit of the room through the double doors. This woman's rapid reaction speed permits her to eliminate two additional armed thugs, planting bullets their skulls and killing them based on reaction speed during her midair recovery roll. Plum Eyes kicks the door shut with her left leg. She seizes an Ingram MAC 10 Full Automatic Machine Pistol chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum rounds in her right hand from a bullet pelted thug. Firing rate 1,200 to 1,300 9mm rounds per minute, 9mm velocity around 1,200 FPS, Straight Action Blowback, iron sights, effective range with the Mac 10 seventy meters, and 32 or 50 rounds double-stack magazine. This woman recovers to her feet heading west up the 438 feet hallway. A swift right trigger finger pull unleashes a barrage of twenty-seven 9x19mm 124 grain FMJ bullets towards the main room, halting any aggressors or patrons. Bullets crash into the heavy chestnut doors and marble floors ricocheting all over. Exceptional precision in her firing method as not one patron accepts a stray 124 grain 9x19mm Parabellum FMJ bullet. Patrons reverse course thrashing around as the doors endure violent bullet shredding barrage. Quick reactions allow Miss Plum Eyes to escape out of the restaurant without being in a black body bag carried out. Miss Plum Eyes tosses a small smoke bomb in front of the main double doors to the Tropical Mirage.

Michiko's methodical scanning allows her to target any would be assailants before they could make a point. Madam Dragon reveals a calm wishful demeanor despite the level of chaos about the Tropical Mirage.

Patrons shoving each other left and right to the floor or against objects. The stampede reigns in the Tropical Mirage.

"Dammit, your stupid broad moves your skinny ass out of my way," a mob boss holler. A businessman's bodyguard reveals a Glock 17 9mm Pistol in the crowd, and this triggers a shoot-out with another heat packing bodyguard, using a . An unlucky woman finds her body absorbing five hollow points in her chest, and blood pour out of her bosom as she gasped her last breath.

One overweight mobster embeds two .357 magnum 115 grain round nose rounds into the thug after he kills his bodyguard. He utilizes a snub nose 2.5-inch barrel Smith and Wesson Model 19-3 revolver with blue carbon steel finish. He blows a disturbing sized hole through the Glock wielders face spraying blood on a woman face and bosom staining her white cocktail dress fuchsia. "You're a fat fuck ruining my exquisite designer dress," she roars grabbing the Glock 17. She pulls the trigger seven times firing seven rounds into this thick bastard, but he returns two rounds into her chest. The woman coughs up meager blood samples, but she seems to have an excellent chance of survival as both 115 grain FMJ round miss her vital areas. "Shit, damn, arrgh," she chides in agony as the discomfort immobilizes her body. "I don't want to die!"

"Fat ass, bullet sponge, glad you're dead, and time to cash in what you owe me in life insurance," his hussy mistress states cruel. The seductive hussy proves in love with the green and power a man wields, and she sticks to that outdated cliché of gold-digging whore. She seizes a glass of champagne with a bit of blood mixed in and downs it swift.