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Chapter 80 

As one bullet exploded from the enemy shooter’s rifle, a second mushroomed into her neck. It shot straight through the back of the hole that it formed. The hot metal dragged muscle tissue, blood, and shredded stringy bits of nerve endings along with it. Shiny red entrails splattered out and up, some falling back down on the dead woman. The bloodied corpse let go of the gun, lifelessly collapsing against it. 

Matt heard two more sniper rounds in quick succession. He didn’t risk poking his head out to see the results. Instead, he fought against the assault that was shifting in favour of their enemies. 

“I’m gonna go start using that sniper,” he announced to everyone around the stairwell. 

His partners nodded their approval as he turned on his heel. Sprinting up the dusty, dilapidated staircase, he stopped when he reached the door that led to the roof. 

Brian heard another sniper shot. It seemed like it came from the rooftop of the building that they were fighting to reach. He cautiously poked his head around the corner of the doorway. His movement was instantly pushed back. Chips of the doorway flew in all directions as a swarm of hurtling pieces of burning metal hit it. He jumped back behind the wall, hearing another high calibre round. The sound overwhelmed the racket of smaller slugs. Brian found the approximate source of the second shot. It had to have come from Ray. 

The criminals several floors beneath Matt felt like sitting ducks. They knew that they should wait for Matt and Ray to weed out enough killers for them to redouble their offense. But they felt stagnant. Thirsting for the rewarding feeling of battle, they had to suffer through the cloud of pent up aggression that hung over the room. Adrenaline surged through their veins like violent lightning storms. The second that it was safe enough, every one of the trained killers would burst from their haven. They would lay waste to the overzealous motherfuckers who naïvely believed that they could stop their impenetrable power. When their enemies were eradicated like stubborn flies, they would regret provoking the assassins’ transcendent carnage. 

Ray was almost too late when he found the fourth sniper. He saw her outline swivelling her rifle toward a target. Noticing where the weapon was pointing, he snapped into action. He lined up his shot, sending a bullet on a path to the woman’s neck at the same moment that she squeezed her trigger. A fraction of a second later, a massive hole opened up in her throat, her rifle firing. Ray’s fatal bullet knocked her weapon to her left as her slug was released. She crumpled on top of the gun, Ray hoping that he had been quick enough. 

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Chapter 79 

The fourth sniper corrected her mistakes, putting down the enemy on the rooftop across from her. The first shot had missed, and the second landed in the man’s shoulder. With this bullet, she took her time, aiming carefully. She was rewarded with the sight of her burning piece of metal burrowing into her opponent’s forehead. It exploded through the back of his skull, looking like a popping water balloon. The lifeless head and torso plummeted to the rooftop.  

The shooter found another target. This one would be a walk in the park. She saw a cluster of guys running to a building, and then her partner on the ground shot one of them in the ankle. As he lay there, the woman put a slug in the back of his head. This ended the surrounding criminals’ feeble efforts to save him. She was rewarded with the front of the man’s head bursting outward, splattering his partners with viscous crimson blood. 

Ray had an enemy in his sights. He took a deep breath, squeezing the trigger while exhaling, but stopped when he heard a sound. A sniper round cut through the battle. Ray released his finger from the trigger, certain that he had killed the final marksman. His only hope was that his partner had recovered from his injury, and fired the shot that he just heard. Ray’s ears proved this expectation wrong as he found the noise’s location. He moved his scope toward the building that imprisoned Haley. 

Michael waited until he heard the staccato of bullets stop, and leaned out from behind the doorway. Along with his partners, he sent a volley of lethal metal at the obstacles that were hiding their enemies. Most missed their targets, digging into or ricocheting off walls, sidewalks, streets and cars. But a small number of them hit the assassins with satisfying spurts of blood. This didn’t kill many of Michael’s opponents, but it did slow them down. 

The hit man with Matt dropped the arm that he was holding. His wounded partner was dead. He looked at the brain tissue and gore that were splattered all over his pants. Letting the inert limb fall to the ground, he wiped the clingy guts off himself, backing up quickly. There was a hole where the upper part the killer’s face used to be. A chaotic crater showed the leaking internal workings of the lifeless brain. Bits and pieces of nerves and fibres spilled and dripped from the chasm’s edges, piling up on the cold concrete. The man watched the wound crumble into fragments for a minute until he was snapped back into the battle. One of his partners clasped their hand on his shoulder. 

The sniper who had helped Matt lay motionlessly on the cement rooftop. This was his tomb. His sniper rifle sat uselessly beneath him. It could have been used to push back the renewed surge of enemies. 

Aaron decided to break out of the corner that he had been painted into. He yelled his plan to the killers next to him. Waiting until a wall of covering fire was set up, he jumped into the open. His feet rapidly carried him to a deserted vehicle. It was right in front of a wall, which meant that all of his targets would be in one direction.  

The fourth sniper saw a man rush out from behind a building. His partners provided covering fire as he made a beeline for a parked car. The marksman tracked her target’s movements, getting a lead on him. She adjusted the focus on her scope and took a deep breath in one fluid motion. Then she put her finger on the trigger. A split second before the man reached the vehicle that was being riddled with bullets, he leapt from the ground in a frantic dive. She squeezed her trigger at the same moment. 

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Chapter 78 

Ray scanned the rooftops and the ground beneath him, searching for easy targets. He saw the third sniper fire a shot at his partner. Aiming at the man’s head, he released a bullet, hoping that he wasn’t too late. His enemy’s brain exploded outward on impact. A massive gory crater encompassed more than half of his head as it thumped to the floor along with blood, brain tissue, and skull fragments. Ray’s satisfaction was short-lived. As soon as he killed the criminal, another bullet was shot at his same partner, from a different location. He searched the enemy rooftop, ignoring his impulse to see if the man still drew breath. 

As some assassins reached cover, they returned fire at Michael and his partners. Since their position was compromised, Brian signalled across the street to Sarah and Aaron. They laid down a hailstorm of bullets. He gestured to Bill and Michael, and they all sprinted to the protective building. 

Now that the opponents of Michael and the other killers were in better positions, they coordinated their assault. A field of hot metal avalanched Bill and his partners on either side of the building. The two groups scrambled for better cover. One retreated to the structure of one of their snipers while the other sprang toward the tall one closest to them. Matt and the killer with him were forced to jump back into a doorway right after they stepped out of it. 

Feeling a bullet hit his right shoulder, the marksman on the roof above Matt dropped his rifle. An aggressive wave of pain shocked him into letting go of it as he cringed. He quickly regained his composure, ignoring the agony that cut like a sharpened knife. Seeing the huge bloody stain saturating his shirt, he clutched his gun, moving his eyes down to the scope. He heard another sniper round as he examined the enemy rooftop, seeing the man who shot him slump to the floor. Ray must have saved his life. He kept searching to make sure that he hadn’t missed any targets. A hazy shadow was at the edge of his vision, too far away to see clearly. He focused his scope. Realizing that it was another shooter, a muzzle flash lit up the surroundings. He only had time to form half of a thought before a final bullet burrowed into his forehead, ending his life. 

   Fu… 

Matt heard the penetrating cacophony of two sniper rounds as he ran out from cover, forced to return to it moments later. He hoped that the shots came from his partners, but he knew that this was unrealistic. Reaching the solace of solid walls, he yearned for the marksmen fighting for him to kill his attackers on the ground. He knew that it would be incredibly difficult to deal with the enemy snipers. 

 

Sarah and Aaron leaned out to lay down covering fire while Bill, Michael, and Brian crossed the street. They sprinted through the open doorway. Aaron and Sarah leapt back behind the brick and concrete when a horde of blistering hot metal assaulted it. Their partners joined them in trading fire with their enemies. 

Frequently coming dangerously close to death, the men across the street from Michael jumped into a frenzy. They sprayed their attackers with bullets as they rushed, only a few steps behind Matt. Right before reaching the safe haven, a man in the middle of the fleeing assassins was struck by a bullet with a crippling thump. It lodged above his ankle and made him stumble into the criminal in front of him, pushing him into the doorway. The man in the back of the group had to leap over them. The wounded killer tried to drag himself inside the doorway. His partners grabbed his arms and tried to pull him in, but then a sniper round sailed down from the sky. 

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Chapter 77 

Michael levelled his rifle at another enemy, squeezing the trigger. His bullets pumped into the man’s torso as he zigzagged toward a car on the edge of the street. He stopped in his tracks and crumpled to the ground. Bill and Brian fought the assault. Michael knew that they could quell the outnumbering force. 

Sarah and Aaron stood at the edge of their walls, allowing minimal cover while they killed. The ruthless woman spotted a man sprinting to a parked car on the street. She aimed at him with her M-16, releasing a burst of hot metal. The bullets ricocheted off the bright red Toyota as the assassin reached it. While he leaned out from behind the protective metal to return fire, she jumped behind the wall. 

 Matt’s partner found the hostile sniper who had shot at him. He squeezed his trigger, but his finger halted before the motion was finished. Another round rapidly followed the first one. A precipitous stinging and burning feeling dug deep into his right shoulder. The overpowering pain made him drop his sniper rifle in shock.   

As Matt heard the close-by staccato of gunfire, he peaked his head out from behind the doorway. Seeing a flurry of movement, he signalled to the man across the hall to follow him. They cautiously crept out and joined the fray. 

The men on the building across the street from Bill, Brian, and Matt picked off several stragglers who didn’t find cover. The assassins had naively assumed that their greater numbers would overwhelm the attackers. This cost many of them their lives. 

A fourth enemy sniper lay on the roof. He found targets on the ground. His goal was to exterminate as many of them as possible. His partners were losing the battle, their superior numbers undermined by the other killers’ skill and careful planning. 

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Chapter 76 

As the man who saved Ray from the second sniper scanned the rooftop, he felt the heat of a bullet whiz past his cheek. It ricocheted loudly off the concrete, barely missing its target. 

A horde of assassins poured out of the enemy building’s entrance. They swiftly separated into smaller groups. heading in different directions and weaving around obstacles. 

Brian and his partners reacted first. They were closer than anyone else, so they fired at the advancing killers before they got into position. The men sprayed the criminals with bullets as they scrambled for makeshift cover. 

The enemy sniper who had tried to kill Matt’s partner aimed more precisely. As his target saw him, putting him in his sights, he shot a metal slug from his own rifle. This time, he wouldn’t miss. 

Ray saw movement in his peripheral vision. He shifted his rifle to aim at it, seeing the swarm of assassins spilling out of the old, dilapidated building. 

“Shit.” He targeted one of them. Just before he fired, he heard the inimitable sound of another sniper round. 

The killers striding into the open scrambled for protection while bullets rained down on them. They jumped behind any cover they could find. Unfortunately for them, this was few and far between. Many were murdered mercilessly and quickly. But some weaved their way to the solace of parked cars and other buildings’ solid walls.

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Chapter 75 

Brian’s pupils dilated as he heard the first shot echo deafeningly across the deserted outskirts of town. He gingerly moved outward from the wall. Michael copied him, and Bill cautiously peeked his head around the corner. As their enemies’ building came into view, Brian noticed that the sniper who was closest to them lay inertly on his perch. It was difficult to tell whether the killer was dead, and the Brian saw no movement. But he determined after focusing that the sniper had been killed. His head rested face down on the concrete, and his hands were no longer wrapped around his rifle. 

Another sniper on the opposite corner of the same roof snapped into high alert. No trace of the apathy that had been creeping up on him remained. He stared into his scope, controlling his breathing, and using it to enhance his concentration. Scanning for the source of the bullet, he saw another gunman on a rooftop in front of him. A fading wisp of smoke emanated from his rifle barrel. The sniper lined up his target and adjusted his scope. The other man was oblivious about him, so he was sure that he could easily kill him. He put his finger on the trigger, and took a deep breath. 

The third sniper, with Matt’s group, lined up his shot. He saw a second killer on a rooftop, looking for the man who killed his partner. As the gunman saw Ray’s smoking gun and prepared to send him a bullet, the sniper with Matt aimed at him. He wouldn’t let him get rid of Ray so easily. As the enemy put his finger on his trigger, the man on the rooftop across the street released a white-hot piece of metal. 

Ray heard a second shot reverberate off every solid surface. He looked around for the shooter, detecting movement in his periphery. On top of the building where his first victim lay, he saw another sniper and prepared to shoot. But then the man was no longer a threat. Only a fraction of a second after Ray noticed the sniper, his partner killed him. Ray watched blood spurt out of his throat. The killer slumped to the floor. He would never fire another shot. 

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Chapter 74 

Three assassins from the second Cadillac went in the opposite direction as Matt’s group. They sprinted to the wall of the building where Bill, Brian and Michael were waiting. The leader from the Cadillac slunk to the corner of the wall, signalling his partners to wait. Then the killers waited for the perfect moment to strike. 

Ray set up his sniper rifle, putting a man on the building a few hundred yards away in his sights. Everyone else would be ready in a few more minutes.  

The killers were like wolves, starved for the sumptuous pleasure of a rewarding meal. It had been far too long since their famine was satiated. Their stomachs grumbled. They longed for the satisfying feeling of sinking their aciculate teeth into their helpless prey’s soft flesh, feeling heartbeats slow down as blood was drained from their veins. The predators would ravenously tear into the powerless animals, biting and clawing at the annoying fur to get to the most essential part, the meat. They would devour the life affirming sustenance with paramount ecstasy, allowing them to continue their ferocious battle with renewed vigour.

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Chapter 73 

Two black Cadillac Escalades pulled up behind Ray’s car. Matt stepped onto the curb from the lead S.U.V., closing his door. Grabbing their guns from the trunks, several killers joined him. Everyone split into groups of three.  

Matt followed two of the criminals across the road. They entered another tall and crumbling building. Matt stopped inside the doorway, hugging a wall. One of his partners leaned against the opposite wall while the final man ascended the broken stairs. The paint was incessantly peeling, and the metal stairs creaked as his heavy footsteps carried him up in a gradual spiral. 

Steeling himself. Matt clenched his AK-47. His pupils dilated as his body became absolutely focused. He wrapped his fingers so tightly around his gun that they turned white. His experience told him that the tense and alert killer across from him was going through a similar process. 

Reaching the door for the roof, the third assassin cautiously pushed it open. Scanning the area, he ran to the far side and dropped down to the floor. He set up his sniper rifle, targeting an enemy on another roof a few hundred yards away. Then he waited for his partners to get into position. 

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Chapter 72 

Sarah, Aaron, and Ray silently closed the doors of Ray’s car. They gathered around the trunk, grabbing their weapons. The deadly woman chose an M-16, and the other passenger pulled out a large shotgun, hefting it and feeling its weight. The driver removed and assembled his pristine sniper rifle, and led the way to the foreboding building. His partners fell in step alongside him.  

As Ray trained his rifle on his environment, he noticed that Bill’s car was empty. The other killers must have already started infiltrating the looming structure. 

The marksman’s partners followed him to a tall building across the street from their objective. Reaching the entrance, they split off in separate directions. Sarah circled around the right side while Aaron moved in the opposite direction. 

Ray was not surprised when the light switch at the bottom of the staircase he was facing didn’t work. He turned on the flashlight attached to his rifle, illuminating the shadowy recesses. He made his way up the cracked and discoloured steps. It didn’t make sense to try the dilapidated elevators. Hordes of dust flying up as he moved the bright beam of light across them was his only greeting. Many years had passed since the filth had been disturbed. 

Sarah took cover behind the derelict building, waiting to attack. Aaron rested his back against the left end of the wall as he reached it, ready for battle. 

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Chapter 71 

As the killers approached the old dilapidated building, Brian turned around to face Michael. 

“Hey, I just thought of something,” he said. “How come no one seemed to give a fuck about a ton of gunshots that clearly came from your house? No other cops even came around. There’s no fucking way no one heard any of them.” 

 Michael said, “The people in my neighbourhood have an understanding with Marcel. As soon as I moved there, he personally went around to every house. No one questions anything that goes on in my house, and he provides protection for everyone and pays everyone’s electric bills.” 

“Wow,” replied Brian. “That’s a good idea. People are more motivated by money and security than fear. ” 

Bill pulled his Chevelle up to the curb, across the street and one block down from the ancient, crumbling building. The other vehicles followed. Brian, Bill, and Michael go out of the car, jumping into their predetermined route.  

They made a beeline for the building next to their target. Reaching the wall, they quickly scanned the surroundings, registering every detail. Bill stepped around the corner and sprinted to the end of the next wall. He surveyed the area, detecting no signs of life while his partners caught up.  

This part of the city was mostly deserted. It was full of abandoned, broken down structures. Bits and pieces of trash aimlessly blew around in the light chilling breeze of the early evening. The garbage reinforced the atmosphere of the dark faded streets, which were empty, and chipped away by the obdurate force of time.  

Homeless people, seeking shelter from the elements and scavenging for food, sometimes stayed there. They were the only occupants. Most had been scared away by the assassins who had arrived several hours earlier.  

Bill saw two snipers on top of his destination as he gingerly looked at the roof. He had expected that. Turning around, he held his hand up as he made eye contact with Brian and Michael, making a fist. The men waited for their partners to complete their part of the plan.