Chapter 21 For Justice
The Iron Maidens, their chanting complete, turned their attention to the bomb. The maid looked at Panji,. “so. why we lets just go away from the blast?”
Panji shook his head, a mix of frustration and embarrassment washing over him. “It’ll destroy the road. Someone could come along later…” panji trying to argue “umm someone wil stumble!”
maid roll her eyes “alright.. sure.lets just forget if we are in middle of fucking ass desert. just stack them on that ugly tricylce. “She pointed to a nearby motorcycle with a sidecar” and hit the gas will rubber or something”
Chrome, ever practical, had already hotwired the motorcycle and was fiddling with the throttle. “Quick! Grab some rope or something!” He gestured to the sidecar
Flick, surprisingly nimble for his size, carefully lifted the bomb and placed it in the sidecar, securing it with a length of thick rubber tubing and a tattered belt he found nearby. Chrome rigged the throttle, using a piece of wire to keep it wide open. The motorcycle sputtered to life, lurching forward and bumping across the uneven ground. One of the Justice members, who had been engrossed in a card game moments before, looked up, startled. “Hey! That’s my bike! And it’s not a tricycle!” he yelled in protest.
They watched as the motorcycle sped away across the desolate landscape, a small, dark silhouette against the vast desert horizon. Moments later, a blinding flash lit up the sky, followed by a deafening boom that sent tremors through the ground. A plume of smoke and dust billowed into the air, forming a mushroom cloud that quickly dissipated in the desert wind. The force of the blast sent a wave of heat and a cloud of dust washing over them.
“Damn,” Panji said, brushing sand from his face. “That was bigger than I expected.”
Meanwhile, in Canada, on a military train bound for the Bering Bridge, Nara, now an adult clad in a sleek bodysuit, she keep her long hair now. ,she flashed her documents at a soldier. After a quick glance, he waved her through.
“Welcome aboard. You’re clear to use the military train,” he said, stepping aside.
Hours later, the train screeched to a halt at the station. Nara stepped off and was greeted by a pale woman draped in a flowing white cloak.
“I’m Siren. Are you the courier from Cross?” the woman inquired, her voice smooth yet chilling.
“Yeah. Here,” Nara replied, handing over her document.
“Ah, a change of route, it seems. What’s your name?” Siren asked, studying her closely.
“Nara,” she answered.
“Huh? Fire? Well, Fire, I hope you’re not too cold here,” Siren remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm.
“Heh. Actually…” Nara sneezed.
Siren chuckled softly, then removed her cloak, revealing her pale skin. “Here, wear this. Follow me.”
They made their way to a warehouse filled with crates stacked high.
“You’ll stay with us until the package is delivered. After that, you can return to Cross,” Siren stated, her voice devoid of warmth.
“Alright… where is this going?” Nara asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Siren sighed, rolling her eyes. “You ask too many questions. But a little curiosity might not kill you… just torture you. This is headed to Los Angeles.”
Later, they arrived at a harbor near the station. The crates were loaded onto a submarine.
“Express delivery…” Siren announced, her tone flat.
“Is this a government submarine?” Nara asked, eyebrows raised.
“No, it’s La Buse…” Siren replied, her lips curling into a smirk.
“Pirate-owned? Isn’t the Free World at war with pirates? How can that be?” Nara pressed, confusion washing over her.
“Yeah… I told you, Fire, you ask too many questions. Just help them load the boxes,” Siren instructed, shaking her head.
After the crates were loaded, the crew began boarding the submarine, ready to set sail.
On top of the submarine, Nara glanced around. “Aren’t we diving yet?”
“Not yet…” Siren replied, her gaze scanning the horizon.
Later, a crew member shouted, “Hey, woman! We’re about to exit the jammer range. We’ll dive soon!”
“Alright, Nara. Let’s go inside,” Siren urged.
Nara sneezed again, her body shivering in the chill of the northern wind. “Yeah… I’m starting to get cold up here.”
Inside the submarine, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Colorful anime posters adorned the walls, and figurines lined the shelves.
“Ahh… cultured people…” Nara mused, a grin creeping onto her face.
“Hey! I heard that! One more comment like that, and I’ll kick you out!” a crew member threatened, glaring at her.
“Humpf…” Nara retorted, crossing her arms.
“Quiet, everyone! I’m tracking a patrol ship. They’ll be passing over us soon,” another crew member commanded.
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“What do we do?” someone asked, panic creeping into his voice.
“Stay silent and calm. Don’t make a sound,” the tracker replied, his eyes locked on the sonar screen.
On the sonar, the patrol ship drew nearer.
“They’re almost here,” the tracker warned, tension thick in the air.
The patrol ship passed directly above the submarine, the crew holding their breath.
As the patrol ship moved on, the crew exhaled in relief.
“That was close,” one crew member remarked, wiping sweat from his brow.
“I’ll keep tracking that patrol ship. Let me know if they come back,” the tracker said, his focus unwavering.
Later, Siren peered through the periscope, her expression shifting to one of anticipation. “Ahh, you see that? Los Angeles.”
As they prepared to surface, Nara felt the weight of their mission pressing down on her. The stakes were higher than ever, and the path ahead was fraught with danger.
The submarine glided through the water, finally surfacing near a bustling harbor. As they emerged, Nara squinted against the bright sunlight, her heart racing with anticipation.
“This is it, Nara. You can go back to Cross now,” Siren said, handing her a small bundle of money. “And use this to go to the salon.”
Nara chuckled, tucking the money away. “Thanks, but I’ve never been to a salon.”
Siren winked, her icy demeanor softening for a moment. “You need to learn how to spend money when you’re rich. And yes… return my cloak.”
Later on land, on the highway, Panji and the convoy cruised along the familiar stretch of the Red Highway.
“So, this is the Red Highway?” Panji mused, glancing around. “It looks just like any other highway. No signs of battle… but ever since we’ve been on this road, I feel something… cold.”
“Hoho! If you’ve ever seen pictures of it, the asphalt here is all red. You can’t even tell what’s human and what’s not,” Chrome replied, a grin spreading across his face.
“Oh, come on… don’t make me nauseous,” Panji groaned, shaking his head.
As they approached the city, a roadblock came into view.
“Hey, let us through!” Panji called out, raising a hand.
“Are you planning a revolution in the city?” the guard questioned, his tone skeptical.
“No… we just want answers,” Panji replied, his determination unwavering.
“Fine,” the guard relented, stepping aside. “You can pass.”
The convoy rolled through the city streets, more people flocking in to see what was happening.
soon the tv helicopter is trail on them in sky
“Alright, here we go…” Panji muttered, but as they reached the entrance to the Free World Media building, they were met with a wall of Diablos gang members.
“You’re not getting in,” one of the Diablos snarled, his eyes glaring.
“Oh yeah? I drove hundreds of kilometers just to turn back because of your mouth?” Panji shot back, defiance radiating from him.
“If it’s not because of my mouth, it’ll be because of this,” the gang member said, hurling a Molotov cocktail at the convoy.
“Ahh, so you like violence, huh? Congratulations, so do we!” Panji roared, and the Justice gang sprang into action, clashing with the Diablos.
Meanwhile, inside a salon, Nara flipped through channels on a monitor, catching snippets of news.
“What the fuck?” she exclaimed, her eyes widening at the chaos unfolding in the city. “Alright, where’s the Free World office?”
Determined, she set out, ready to find the answers she sought, her heart pounding with the thrill of the unknown.
Back outside, the clash between Justice and the Diablos escalated, the sounds of battle echoing through the streets. Panji fought fiercely, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he pushed forward for justice, for answers, for a chance to reclaim their future.
As the chaos unfolded, the stakes had never been higher, and the path ahead was fraught with danger. But for Panji and his crew, there was no turning back.
After the clash on the street, Justice's monstrous vehicle smashed through the glass doors of the Free World Media office, sending shards flying. The lobby erupted in chaos.
“Dead man!” Flame roared, hurling a Molotov cocktail at the monstercar. The flames engulfed it, igniting the passengers inside.
Justice retaliated, shooting the sprinkler system, causing water to pour down and adding to the confusion. The fight escalated floor by floor, with the Diablos gang being pushed back toward the upper levels. As barricades were hastily constructed, both sides suffered heavy losses.
“We can’t push any further!” Chrome shouted, ducking behind cover.
“I have an idea…” the maid replied, her eyes glinting with determination.
then veronica tv presenter is trying do her job. then maid break in on top of building.
“hey. we are the justice gang. you wanna life interview? she said while other point their gun
In a bold move, some Justice gang members stole a TV helicopter, using it to flank the Diablos and attack from another angle. A few managed to infiltrate the rooftop.
pilot on gun point the squirm “i dont pay enough for this” flick on pistol on his hand said “you never”
“They’ve breached from the other side, Panji! We can send more people through there,” the maid yelled, excitement bubbling in her voice.
Panji nodded, rallying the remaining gang members. They boarded the helicopter, ready for their second attempt.
But as they soared through the air, the Diablos opened fire, The helicopter lurched violently, spinning out of control. Panji grabbed the doorframe, his knuckles white as the ground rushed up to meet them. The helicopter slammed into the side of the building, They crashed through a window and landed in the middle of an office floor, scattering desks and chairs.".
The helicopter pilot was killed instantly, leaving only a handful of gang members alive as they dismounted in a hail of gunfire.
“Damn…” Panji groaned, clutching his bleeding head as he struggled to regain his bearings.
“Not the smoothest landing compared to my first time,” the maid quipped, wincing in pain.
“Huh? You owe me that story, girl. But right now, we have company,” Panji replied, his eyes narrowing as he prepared for another fight.
“Here,” she said, offering him some pills.
“Better than nothing,” he muttered, swallowing them quickly before diving back into the fray.
On another floor, the Diablos were regrouping.
“Some of them are on the roof, and some just landed on the middle floor!” a gang member shouted.
“Wait, how did they get down there?” Flame asked, bewildered.
“They crashed into the building…” another explained, panic creeping into his voice.
Just then, the Justice gang gained the upper hand, pushing closer to the main office area.
“Hah! This is it!” Flame shouted, lighting a stack of documents and computers on fire. “They’re getting closer, and when they arrive, they won’t find anything!”
“What are you doing?” a Diablos member yelled, horrified.
“They’re almost here!” Flame laughed maniacally as he watched the flames spread.
The Justice gang regrouped, preparing for one final breach to the last floor.
“Good to see you’re still intact. They’re cornered now,” Chrome said, his voice steady.
“Let’s finish this,” Panji replied, determination in his eyes.
As they breached the door, smoke billowed out, obscuring their vision.
“Ughh… I can’t see anything!” the maid gasped, coughing through the haze.
Suddenly, several Justice gang members were cut down by a hail of gunfire as the Diablos rushed at them. The battle devolved into chaos, with friendly fire becoming a real threat.
“Everyone, get back!” Chrome shouted, trying to regain control.
Amidst the smoke, a figure in an exo-suit emerged, ruthlessly eliminating Justice gang members.
“Look! It’s one of them! Shoot!” Chrome yelled, pointing.
The gang opened fire, but the figure ducked and dodged, forcing them to reload.
“Now it’s my turn…” Flame sneered, prepare Molotov cocktail into the air.
Chrome drew his saw off shotgun and shot it mid-flight. The explosion sent flames outwards, injuring several gang members.
Flame, enraged, attempted to throw another Molotov, but Chrome shot his hand, forcing him to retreat into the smoke.
Meanwhile, in the burning office area, the maid and Panji pressed deeper, adrenaline driving them forward.
“AHHHAHHA! Oh girl, I’m starting to get high from your pills and all this chaos. 10/10 experience!” Panji shouted, exhilaration coursing through him.
“Of course, darling! I’m enjoying this too!” the maid grinned, her bloodlust matching his.
Later, as they fought through the flames, Panji realized he was out of ammo.
“My bullets are gone!” he exclaimed, drawing his axe and dagger.
“Same here!” the maid said, dropping her SMG and pulling out her scythe.
The blade glanced off Flame’s shoulder plate, sending sparks flying but failing to penetrate the armor. Flame backhanded her, the force of the blow sending her sprawling across the floor.
“What the hell!” Panji shouted, rushing to her aid.
He swung his axe at Flame, but it barely scratched the armored figure. Panji locked eyes with Flame, who glared back from behind his full-face helmet.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Flame taunted, landing several brutal punches to Panji’s face before throwing him back. then other justice member shooting at flame. distract him from panji
Panji gasped for air, his vision blurring. He staggered to his feet, his hand instinctively going to his axe. He saw a nearby door and with a surge of adrenaline he swung the axe cutting the lock and the door flew open, revealing a room filled with terrified office workers, bound and gagged. Their eyes widened in terror as Panji stumbled in, his face covered in blood.
“Oh, thank you! They’re going to kill us all! You have to get us out of here!” one worker pleaded, panic in his voice.
Panji grabbed the collar of the nearest worker. “Not so fast. Who’s been running the news all this time?”
“Mammoth… they’re the ones financing us! Now, please, get us out of here!” the worker cried desperately.
Just then, Flame burst into the room, hurling a Molotov cocktail toward the hostages. The tied-up hostages screamed, the others scrambling away. Panji roared, intercepting the bottle mid-air and hurling it back at Flame, who barely dodged the exploding glass.
“What’s wrong, Panji? Confused about how to defeat me?” Flame mocked, the flames casting his armored figure in a hellish glow.
“This isn’t about winning or losing,” Panji retorted, his voice strained. “It’s about what’s right.”
The maid, clutching her wounded shoulder, stepped forward. “He’s right. You’re sacrificing innocent people for your ‘nation’.”
Flame gestured to the burning room, his voice laced with bitterness. “Sacrifice? I sacrificed everything! Look at this patch!” He pointed to the red dagger on his shoulder. “Red Guard. We fought to build this nation after the Zion capture Los Angeles. We brought order from chaos!”
“Order at the cost of freedom?” the maid countered, her voice sharp. “You call this liberty? Keeping people in chains, silencing dissent? You’re no different than the ones you fought against.”
flame eyes seems burning in anger behind his full face helmet “shut up woman!. you wanna equality? here equal fight!”