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Phesx Caolia grabbed the young man's shoulders, turning and pulling him with force to the ground. Before the young man could say another thing or continue that interrupted scream, Phesx slapped the hell out of his cheeks, twice each. The young man shut up. Phesx grabbed him from the armpits and rushed away. He could hear the tails' flustered footsteps after their target suddenly fled.
They rushed ahead, but their target was long gone. There was nothing behind, not a trace, and they even felt like nothing in this area suffered changes from what it looked like before this happened. Helpless, they looked around before giving the worst news to their superiors.
… Phesx rushed through alleys and atop some rooftops, carrying the young man whose face contorted and twisted, unable to calm down as his body flailed everywhere. When Phesx stopped near the corner of a faraway block, in an industry facility’s driveway, the young man lashed out, “Stop grabbing me like that! What are you doing?! I’m not one of your whores!”
Phesx let go of him and pushed him slightly. The young man hit his back against the wall with a reddened face. Phesx tilted his head, looking at the fella. About the same height; so, quite tall, and slender. Creamy bronze skin and innocent eyes, with a ridiculous, very short hair and a large white shirt. Obscure blue jeans and top quality shoes, those that costed tens of thousands of credits because why not.
“What? Afraid now?” The young man spoke with a boyish tone, like a spoiled yet matured brat. Phesx didn’t move, accidentally encouraging the fella. “Kneel right now! I won’t tell my father you touch-”
Slam- slap slap slap! Phesx kicked the fella on the sternum, back into the wall. The latter’s arms went up, spreading as his breath left his body and his eyes overly widened. Phesx didn’t stop. He buffeted the young man, slapping those already reddened cheeks, this time without gloves.
Afterwards, he pulled the fella from his collar up to his face, saying beneath his mask, “Listen to me. Do as I say. Waste any more of our time, and you’ll see how this is the last time I warn you.”
“Understood?” Phesx tilted his head from side to side, making the young man squeak with tiny noises, feeling pain. He nodded repeatedly, but then, he put on furious eyes and looked at the red mask. “You don’t dare kill me. Or my father will kill you!”
“…” Phesx didn’t know what was the childhood trauma, mental issue with this piece of brain fart, but he felt it could be fun. After a silence, once again accidentally encouraging the fella, Phesx kneeled the fella’s sternum. Now, the young man had no even breathing for minutes.
“Don’t shout or peek, no matter what. Do it, and I’ll shoot your limbs, including the one on the opposite extreme of your neck.” Phesx pulled the target away after frowning his eyes when he saw a patrolling PPO vehicle near this street.
They walked out of the driveway and went into a long, wide alleyway. The young man dared not or couldn’t bullshit anymore. Phesx pulled his hair if he refused to keep moving. In just a minute, Phesx dominated the terrible beast, only needing to place his hand on the fella’s back to move.
“…” Phesx narrowed his eyes before taking a turn in the alleyway. Afterwards, the fella exclaimed, wanting Phesx to realize, but the latter kept walking forward. “Cops?”
There were 2 police units from a PPO with their vehicle parked at the side, looking around without talking to each other. They noticed Phesx after a few seconds, with some light falling on him as he carried the young man.
“Hey, who are you?” - “Let’s see. What’s going on here?” They reacted with calmness, but their hands went to their handguns. Phesx held the young man over his shoulders with his right arm. His left hand was somewhere behind his thigh.
“Stop right there! That’s a criminal you’re carrying, young ma-” One of the officers said, unbuttoning his holster. But then, with the other police unit looking at the former and mimicking his actions, Phesx flatly flashed his left hand. He aimed his small pistol at them and fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The young man was flabbergasted. He was about to exclaim like crazy after both police units were shot in the chest. They flew backwards a few steps, falling, but without blood spraying in some angle. Yet, in the next moment, both police units were shot again in the chest, further blasting backwards with some blood exiting the first police unit’s mouth.
“What the hell… man? What the hell! Those are the police! Do you know how close we are to Proteros? There are like 5 state police department’s branches here in the city!” The young man held his head, incredulous, and already feeling doomed. Maybe not dead, but in deep ass trouble.
“Does police use high-quality armor vests, too?” Phesx had the humor to join the talkative club for a while. The fella was stupefied. He looked closely at the police units who writhed in the ground. Still capable of surviving the gunshots, but in a lot of pain and incapacitated.
“Well-” The fella sweated, about to advise Phesx to call an ambulance. When Phesx pulled him to walk to their vehicle and aimed his small pistol to the right, firing twice at the necks of both police units.
Bang! Bang! The young man was startled. Fear creeped in, and when he noticed Phesx had let go of him, Phesx was already talking to the radio.
Phesx used a device to talk through it, or he would give clues to the government after they got handsy once the plan went accordingly. When he exited the vehicle to bring the target in, turning around, Phesx saw a muzzle pointed at him. He wasn’t surprised, of course.
“Okay, this is how it’ll go. I will deliver you to the cops and-”
Bang! Bang! Bang! Phesx didn’t give the young man a chance to react. He smirked as the fella pulling the trigger when his warning shot sounded and a bullet shot past the fella’s right shoulder. But the handgun’s safety was on. Then, he aimed his small pistol to the handgun, which directly broke apart, followed by a few fingers with another bullet.
“Aaaggghh!” The young man screamed, holding his bleeding fingers together, but Phesx dashed to him. The fella didn’t even see him coming when he felt his back against a wall again. The young man teared up, but Phesx’s elbow poked his neck either way, looking at him closely.
“You know what kind of criminal group can obtain high-quality vests? Well, picture this. They can only buy it from those who used at least low-quality uniform armor. And those who do don’t even sell it. So, going up a level, only those with the best uniform armors wouldn’t care about vests. How many people do you think someone with such contacts have? And they want to put your papi in check with you.” Phesx’s words were breathy and low, but they were like metal shards crushing into his eyes for the young man.
“H- hundreds?” The young man stuttered, unable to feel the slightest bit of calm. Phesx nodded slowly. Then, he tilted his head to the right, a lot. “I think this will be enough.”
“?” The young man continued tearing up, when Phesx let go of him and stepped back twice. Suddenly, the fella’s eyes constricted. He felt his neck swallow itself, gasping sharply like a scaredy little kid.
Slam! Crrussh…
“AAaa AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa aaaAAAH!” The young man bawled, and within such reason.
Phesx’s left foot crushed the young man’s right shoulder, leaving a limp arm hanging at the side. The young man teared even more, his face becoming a little purple, or blue? Phesx didn’t care as he grinned. Grabbing a few thin containers from his back uniform pockets with the thickness of his pinky, he roughly poured red and green ointment in the fella’s fingers. Then, he injected a red syringe in the fella’s right shoulder.
“Come on,” Phesx said, grabbing the target's right trapezius muscle and shoving him into the cop car. Hurting the target more. Phesx drove the car into the alley and hid it behind a few garbage containers, leaving the corpses to rot on the sidewalk. Meanwhile, the young man became delusional in the car. Things just went… horribly wrong for him out of nowhere. Why?!
After hiding the car, Phesx pulled the target out and rushed away. Those screams after the gunshots were bound to give anyone who heard them difficult nights. Thus, with the young man’s bleeding stopping after hiding the car, they disappeared in the deep of the night.
When the next communication had to go through, Phesx alerted Riverlye of the police involvement. Maybe not the bigshot police, but some. It wouldn’t hurt to know about this, since there was little preparation for the mission. Otherwise, Riverlye would’ve just aimed at the corrupt police from the get-go.
The target’s injuries stabilized, but he was drained and almost collapsed every other street they crossed. As the daylight was only an hour away, Phesx and the target neared the rendezvous point. But he started hearing a multitude of vehicles driving by.
Phesx stopped, knowing they’d be found out soon enough. He went to a garbage container, opened a few bags, and hid the young man there after giving him a few pieces of cloth to not get his injuries dirty. Then, after injecting a red syringe in the target’s neck, making him fall asleep, Phesx shot up into the air.
Bang!
Phesx walked to the middle of the short but broad alley. He heard the vehicles continue driving away for 2 seconds before screeching, retuning all at once where they heard the big bang go off.
Vrr vrrr… Phesx was just about to crouch, when 2 bikes turned around the corner behind him, entering the alley. In a second, he turned around, and their lights illuminated him. There were 2 people on each bike, but when they saw Phesx, they were flabbergasted.
What clown would dress up and fire a big gun in the middle of the night? They were about to call it off as a false alarm, when Phesx lifted his small pistol and shot the one to his right. The helmet did nothing to save him, falling to the side a few meters near the hidden target.
The passenger flailed with the bike before crushing his leg and face on the pavement. The other bike responded, with the passenger’s chest blasted twice by Phesx as a submachine gun fell from his hands. The biker at the front lifted his hands, slowing the bike. Phesx lowered his pistol, but when the bike approached his left, he kicked it with his left sole.
The biker directly fell towards Phesx as the bike was kicked to the right. Phesx landed his left elbow on the biker’s neck as he fell, gaining quite a few style points with a cracking sound echoing throughout. Phesx was left alone in the alleyway… Well, there was still the target.
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The other passenger from the other bike had his brains spread, kissing the road, so Phesx didn’t bother. Just then, a car’s front lights illuminated from the streets. Phesx looked at the side, hearing people come out and close the door. Focusing on their footsteps, Phesx stood still before suddenly crouching.
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The narrow walls between the buildings, enough for a person to go through sideways, were sprayed by Phesx. Some bullets ricocheted a few times, landing on the people’s feet, making them fall and cry out in fear. When Phesx heard the first fall, he advanced while crouching.
Once everyone had fallen and writhed on the ground, he recharged the small gun in less than 2 seconds, peeking from the narrow spaces and finishing each criminal on the ground. Phesx didn’t glance at some, sparing not a second one to those he stared at, before hearing multiple footsteps approach from the other side of the alley whence the bikes came.
Phesx returned to the alley, walking out of the side of a building and fired at the armed people more than 50 meters away. As he shot, he didn’t stop walking, fulminating the enemy with the remaining contents of this magazine.
Bang bang bang, bang bang! Trrrr rrrr rrrrr rrrr rrr rrr!
Phesx was just recharging, when the footsteps from various individuals stepping into the alley from different directions gained his attention. Phesx threw his submachine gun’s magazine into the air with a slight shake of his head and held his pistol with his left hand. He aimed at the heads of those walking into view immediately.
One after another, heads exploded bits or even a third of their portions, their corpses falling to the ground with their filth covering the streets. It didn’t happen to everyone, but still.
Meanwhile, Phesx recharged his small gun, still tied to his right forearm, twisting his arm and crouching, and stepped back until he had to cross sideways. He peeked from another space in between, where the building’s walls on his right were built fashionably behind the others in the block, or most of them.
Just then, he saw a few vehicles slowly drive by, scared, but they had to know what was going on in that alley. They had difficulty seeing through the narrow spaces. Suddenly, they spotted a cloaked figure with a red mask crouching just to their right.
Simultaneously, Phesx frowned, hearing even more and more footsteps walking towards the alley from every possible angle, including 4 heavy pickup trucks. He aimed his small gun to the 2 cars in front, clueless, barely aiming with their guns.
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Phesx fired at their windows, whereas only a few who ducked in time, with at least some survival instinct, used the bodies of those to their right as shields. Some exited their cars, others didn’t. Phesx aimed at each of those who didn’t come out, headshooting them or exploding their necks second after second. He felt he was a little slow in accomplishing it.
Those who wanted to run away were reached by Phesx, who took his pistol out and emptied his last bullets in the magazine on them, destroying their organs from behind. Even he recognized that was an ugly way to go. Phesx had to step into the street because of his submachine gun low magazine and the small pistol’s short range.
When Phesx walked back to where he came out from, many shoulders and faces flashed by, walking around and amassing in number. Phesx could go back and enter through another narrow space, or stay hidden and wait until they come out to kill them one by one before chasing them when they cowered behind the buildings.
But where was the fun in that?!
Phesx didn’t step back, he rushed forth instead. A few criminals widened their eyes and signaled to the others, “He’s here!” - “I found one!” - “Come quickly!” - “Ya te agarramos, pendejo!”
Yet, all Phesx did was push forth as they wanted to chase him, thinking he’d run away. Despite their moronic ‘training’, they did seem quite a bit experienced. But Phesx didn’t care about that. He entered the narrow space with his shoulders pushed forwards, and his small pistol placed at the rear of his collar.
Trrr rr rr rr. The first few to fall littered the other side of the building, alarming the others. There was a momentary pause before more and more criminals flowed to the narrow space like locusts. Phesx aimed, pulled the trigger, killed, aimed a little differently or waited for another body to step into his firing line before pulling it again.
It seemed endless. Phesx heard footsteps from his left, where other people were detouring to get him from behind. He didn’t care and continued killing those in front. When he recharged, he rapidly grabbed a handgun from the floor and kept the enemy at bay with suppressive fire.
Once he recharged his submachine gun rather quickly, Phesx threw the handgun. The criminals acted brave, charging forth as soon as he ‘went out of bullets’, and stepped in contribute to form a little hill in front of the narrow space.
Bang! Bang bang! At some point, Phesx widened his eyes. He didn’t look behind but turned his body to the left. His organs felt glad about the ampler space, although it was too little. His left arm went above his head and to his left as his hand grabbed his small pistol. Firing without looking back, Phesx’s ears rang with limp corpses tumbling down a few times.
Trr rrr rrrr rrrrr rrr rrrr-. Phesx continued killing those on his right, with enough corpses to crouch and avoid some enemy gunfire, much to his disbelief. However, he was either too concentrated or didn’t have the time to fake a reaction as he withheld a focused expression. Then, his small submachine gun’s current magazine ran out of bullets at last.
Phesx fired at another 2 on his left with the small pistol, when he heard more footsteps from idiots moving on his right. He pushed his left foot to the right, sticking it in the corner of the wall before lowering his head as if to fall with the top of his head first.
Phesx ‘s head was upside down, maintained by his legs in a diagonal position. When those to his right showed up with the hopes he was finally vulnerable, his small pistol fired 4 times at 2 criminals, exploding their heads and necks to show he wasn’t over yet.
Phesx grabbed another magazine, cocking his chin to the left, and recharged his submachine gun while resuming his most natural position. Both arms raised to his sides, and continued the gunfight, counting his small pistol’s magazine before reloading again.
“…” This time, however, it seemed like those on his left gave up, while those in his right seemed to attempt something. Phesx also heard some people on the rooftops. Just then, another 6 appeared on his right. Phesx frowned. When would they actually stop pouring? Not even Preut military camps were like this.
Phesx emptied his submachine gun, becoming alerted. ‘Someone is commanding them. Not bad, but they are bad.’
Phesx recharged his small gun for the umpteenth time, close to the alleyway. Just then, his eyes contents shrank as he threw himself to the ground and used someone’s torso to cover his head, neck, and heart. Fortunately, it was a fat man, so a thigh also covered his groins.
Bang! Bang! Bang!… Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Various heads appeared above Phesx. He couldn’t care how young some looked, as 1 of them even wielded a rifle! Phesx blew their eyes and foreheads off, feeling the fat corpse tremble under a rapid burst of fire. He even felt like his sternum was shot, but that was just his senses.
And then, like a domino, Phesx’s senses became triggered because of that sensation, just as he finished the last one from the rooftops. The criminals seemed to pause and retreat a little, now truly fearful of whatever was hiding in that little space.
Phesx felt each of his hairs raising, tickling him the wrong ways, like bugs trying to find which place was the smoothest to take a bite from. Checking his submachine gun, Phesx only had another magazine left. Meanwhile, his small pistol had 3 besides half of the current one.
Phesx stumbled forwards, feeling the exhaustion. He had a good angle to watch the place he hid the garbage fella. There was a crouched person whose knees looked like they’d break if they continued in that position, trembling and tired. But the target remained hidden.
However, that person’s position confirmed Phesx’s suspicions. The alley was filled with mobsters. Even then, Phesx stepped forth. Just as he flashed his feet out of the corners, a burst of 15 shots aiming around his head fired, landing on the wall to his left. Those were good shooters, alright.
But to Phesx, that only meant more… to play? To hunt? At this point, Phesx only wanted to go out there and kill them. And so, he did.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! Trrrrr rrrrr rrrrrr rrrr rrr rrrrr rrrrrrr rrrr rr r r rrrrrrrr rrr rr! Bang bang bang bang!
The criminals suddenly saw thin grenades thrown from the narrow space. Those in the rooftops didn’t dare to show anymore. Whoever was killing them had eyes even in the tips of their hair strands!
But they weren’t grenades, although most mobsters fired at them, wanting to detonate them in the air like they’ve seen in some real footage on the internet.
Immediately after, Phesx rushed out. More such ‘thin grenades’ flew from inside, but they ignored them this time and fired at the sole person against them. Phesx only ran, not even bothering to kill them as his pivots slowed and deviated as many bullets as possible. And as little as ever possible.
Phesx counted at least 20 on both sides with his side eyes. With these many people, anyone could imagine just how much of a mess could his pivots do even if they all wielded handguns. Yet, half of them had submachine guns, and a few rifles.
Phesx scrammed forwards, ignoring the tinkling noises as hundreds of bullets flew from one side to another, with barely a few following him.
He jumped over an empty garbage container. Just as he looked like he was about to enter it, his back falling down. He supported his body with his right arm again and jumped for the second time, well past the container, making it look as easy as jumping twice in a row on a flat surface.
That actually saved him from a barrage of bullets that turned the garbage container into a beehive. Meanwhile, Phesx rolled to the side, lunging away like an animal before rolling 3 times in a row as bullets deviated everywhere. Suddenly, the entire alleyway became an implosion of bullets!
Phesx’s eyes became sharp and fiery as he felt several cuts on his back and legs from every possible angle. His small gun and pistol covered his groins from the back and front inside his uniform, actually clanking some noises when he was running over.
“AAAAGH!” - “Dammit!” - “We are being ambushed!” - “Don’t you fucking say a thing!”
Phesx didn’t rest even then. He stood up, aimed with his submachine gun from the waist, and exposed himself again. The others who thought he died and just rolled like a rag doll were startled, but they acted quick. Less than 14 remained on the ground; a stupidly lucky gamble.
Yet, Phesx was much more efficient and quick than them. He aimed and fired, killing everyone on the rooftops before his right side was shot. Then, he crouched before rolling backwards. Rapidly standing without jumping, Phesx heard the bullets from behind, having sent his last pivots backwards while he rolled. He let his hyper sensitive state guide him.
The trajectory, the noise where those muzzles fired compared to the sound of their triggers activating the mechanism. And the flight of the shooting bullets towards him passing through his last pivots. They were all in his mind, processed through his body, and reacted by his all.
Phesx felt his breath, and suddenly, he crouched like a crab before hitting his bum on the ground. A row of bullets flew just past above his head. Then, he rolled to the right and kept firing at those in front of him. Killing a few more, he recharged while standing up to run backwards to his right, getting closer and closer to a long wall. Bullets followed him, only striking the air in front of him, cutting some of his clothes and skin.
Phesx didn’t even notice he was no longer aided by his pivots, but his senses were on full demand to care. He fired his submachine gun while sliding backwards whilst turning his body the other way and facing those who freely shot at him these past few seconds.
Mowing them down, Phesx was alarmed by another 4 heavy pickup trucks moving towards the alley from afar. He even heard a few gunshots from them. Furthermore, his hearing told him there were more coming from the other side of the alley. He was fucked now, officially fucked.
However, that couldn’t stop him. Phesx felt numb, yet, it wasn’t adrenaline, but that wasn’t something he was used to before, so Phesx couldn’t know.
Phesx returned to the alley, but his submachine gun had emptied its bullets. He used it as a shield while using his small pistol to kill the last few. He shot as much as possible, still having some magazines for it. His senses brought him to roll, dash, and ‘dance’ with multiple spins to cover, low and high, to be shot the less. It was a ridiculous sight, but he was still killing them!
Getting closer and closer, Phesx still had another magazine from his small pistol. Yet, after he emptied the rest of the half of the current magazine, and he aimed at the last 2, Phesx fired it 4 times, accurately landing 2 in their stomachs before his right hand holding the pistol was hit.
The impact had Phesx tripping to the left, to which he forcefully stopped himself and looked at the right, where the last 2 mobsters writhed before becoming limp. His back bent, at last. Phesx’s breathing was thin, something he barely noticed now, and his backhand had an ugly hole near his thumb.
As he held his wrist with his left hand, he saw those other pickup trucks turning towards the alley. Everything was fucked. And far away, sharing the hiding spot with 3 corpses, garbage fella slept soundly.
Phesx felt his knees give in, his tendons, bones, veins, skin… everything felt so painful… What’s more, he kneeled while a bit of blood exited each of his cuts and few gunshots.
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