Cinematic anime clip, 15 seconds. Mexico City streets at night — narrow streets, neon signs, parked

Cinematic anime clip, 15 seconds. Mexico City streets at night — narrow streets, neon signs, parked cars, brick walls, warm orange and red ambient light throughout. CREASY: Lean athletic Black male, late forties, short dark hair, dark rectangular sunglasses, light grey suit getting progressively more roughed up throughout, light blue dress shirt, blue striped tie loosening as the fight goes on, black watch on left wrist, pistol always aimed forward directly at targets. Raw, brutal, efficient. Never stops, never slows, never flinches. CARTEL: Dark clothing — black jackets, dark jeans, boots. Always distinct from Creasy's light grey suit. Only the one Creasy directly hits drops — nobody else reacts until their turn. 0:00–0:02 — Already mid sprint between parked cars, pistol up aimed forward. Two cartel members ahead raising weapons — crack crack — both dropping before they fire. He runs straight through. Third stepping out from behind a car to his right — crack — drops instantly. Only that one.
0:02–0:04 — Cartel member charging from behind grabbing his jacket collar, yanking him backwards. Creasy driving his elbow back hard into his face, spinning, grabbing him by the collar, driving him face first into the brick wall. Drops. Already moving.
0:04–0:06 — Three cartel members spread across the street all firing simultaneously. Creasy diving behind a parked car, rounds punching through windows above him. Coming up already firing — crack crack — two dropping. Third sprinting around the car reaching him, swinging a punch catching him across the jaw. Sunglasses cracking.
0:06–0:08 — Creasy grabbing him by the throat, driving him backwards into the car bonnet hard. Crack — point blank. Drops across the bonnet. Creasy straightening up, suit torn, tie loose, blood on his face.
0:08–0:10 — Four cartel members pouring from a side street all firing. Rounds sparking off cars around him. Creasy sprinting directly into the fire not flinching, pistol up aimed forward. Crack crack crack — three dropping in rapid succession as he closes the distance.
0:10–0:12 — Fourth swinging a weapon at Creasy's head. Creasy ducking under it, shoulder into his midsection, slamming him into a brick wall. Crack. Drops. Creasy reloading in one clean motion without looking down. Magazine locking in.
0:12–0:14 — Two final cartel members at the far end of the street both raising weapons. Creasy already walking toward them, pistol up aimed directly forward. Crack crack — both dropping simultaneously.
0:14–0:15 — Wide from behind. Creasy walking through the space where they stood. Street empty. Neon lights. Smoke. Completely cold. Done. Cel-shaded 3D anime, Unreal Engine quality, Mexico City streets at night narrow streets neon signs parked cars brick walls warm orange red ambient light throughout, bold flat color blocking, hard edge shadows, thick black outlines, film grain, heavy driving orchestral score never dropping every gunshot cracking loud every impact brutally hard, camera switching constantly every timestamp — low angles, wide from above, medium side shots, close ups on face and pistol, behind shots — Creasy always light grey suit getting roughed up dark sunglasses pistol always aimed forward never upward always moving never stopping, cartel always dark clothing always distinct only the one Creasy directly hits drops, raw brutal relentless from frame one.