Inside, the dealer was doing his dirty work, unaware it'd be his last deal. There was the sound of a car pulling up and multiple people getting out. The sound of guns being loaded before the door was kicked open, "EVERYONE! ON THE GROUND NOW!" The dealer and other men inside did as was told. "Now... Zero wants to know why he wasn't informed of this little.... Get together. I mean, you know he takes a cut for protection." The dealer stood up, "Alright, I've had it with this Zero guy, if he's so important, why ain't we ever seen him?" The enforcer walked up to the Dealer, "You want a meeting with your boss? Sure. One second." The enforcer walked out and talked to someone, and walked back in, followed shortly by a tall, pale, black haired young man. "So.... I hear you've been dealing without my permission..... I don't like that. Not. One. Bit." Zero said in a thick Russian accent before he ran up and slammed the Dealer's head into the wall with a massive CRACK, but he wasn't done. When the dealer fell, Zero began curb stomping him in the back of the head until there was a pool of blood under him. He then looked at his men, "Kill everyone here, and spread out, there's probably a bunch of junkie's in the corners." The men opened fire on the rest of the people on the ground and they fanned out while Zero lit up a cigarette and grinned at the dealer.