Free Web NovelChapter 149: Chapter 149: Death Toll
"Finish off the bastard in the Corvette!" barked the lead mercenary, his voice carrying an absolute cold authority. "You, clear that Mercedes over there. Don’t let anyone get behind us!"
Alexander, his back pressed firmly against the shattering concrete pillar, watched in absolute horror as one of the heavily armed sicarios turned away from Marcus’s wrecked car and began marching straight toward the dark corner where his vehicle was hidden.
"Shit... Serena," thought Alexander, a surge of pure, icy adrenaline completely overriding the white-hot agony radiating from his shattered right shoulder.
He couldn’t let that professional killer get anywhere near that car. Clenching his jaw tightly, Alexander forced his left hand to reinforce his bleeding right arm, smoothly stepping out from behind his cover. He leveled his matte-black pistol, his dark eyes locked onto the advancing target, and squeezed the trigger three times in rapid succession.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The heavy rounds tore into the mercenary’s torso. The man let out a sharp, choked gasp as the impact stumbled him backward, his tactical vest absorbing the lethal core of the damage but completely breaking his momentum.
"Over there! Flush him out!" screamed the remaining two sicarios, their submachine guns instantly pivoting back toward Alexander’s position, a torrential hail of lead chewing through the industrial air.
Alexander was forced to dive behind a rusted machinery chassis, his breath hitching as blood rapidly soaked through his jacket. The two killers moved with flawless tactical precision, laying down heavy suppressive fire as they advanced shoulder-to-shoulder, their footsteps echoing heavily as they drew closer and closer to the crushed frame of the yellow Corvette.
But as they stepped into the tight bottleneck right next to the smoking wreckage, the interior of the sports car was completely empty.
Suddenly, a massive, blood-drenched arm shot out from beneath the ruptured chassis of the overturned pickup truck. Marcus hadn’t been trapped inside the cabin at all; he had smoothly crawled through the twisted metal frame into the blind spot below.
BANG! BANG!
Before the two mercenaries could even process the movement, Marcus unleashed a devastating volley from a heavy, high-caliber tactical pistol from point-blank range. The massive rounds shattered their kneecaps and tore through their lower jaws in a fraction of a second. The two professional killers collapsed onto the cold concrete floor like sacks of flour, their weapons clattering away into the darkness as they choked on their own blood.
The heavy silence of the warehouse returned, broken only by the frantic panting of the sole remaining Sinclair sicario, who instantly scrambled backward, his weapon shaking violently as he realized his entire squad had been completely wiped out in less than a minute.
Marcus slowly dragged his massive, imposing frame out from beneath the smoking wreckage, his clothes torn, his face covered in a dark mixture of soot and blood, but his eyes burning with an absolute, terrifying demonic light.
Alexander smoothly stepped out from the shadows, his weapon leveled firmly at the lone survivor’s chest, locking him down in a lethal crossfire. It was a definitive two-versus-one.
"Drop the weapon and surrender, you absolute Sinclair imbecile," growled Marcus, a dark, chilling laugh echoing from his chest as he took a slow, deliberate step forward. "Do you have any idea who the fuck I am? I am Reaper, you piece of shit! Hahaha! I have slaughtered so many fucking members of your pathetic family that I’ve completely lost count over the years! You, your boss, and your entire bloodline can go straight to hell, you absolute bitches! Come on, try me...!!! Let’s see what you’ve got!"
The final Sinclair sicario didn’t drop his weapon. Instead, his eyes went wide with a mix of manic desperation and venomous rage. As the leader of the squad, he wasn’t a low-level thug; he was a highly trained, elite operative who knew exactly what the name "Reaper" meant.
"Go to hell, Reaper!" shouted the leader, his voice a frantic roar as he thrust his left hand into his tactical vest.
With a brutal, fluid motion, he pulled a flash-bang grenade from his belt, ripped the pin with his teeth, and bounced it hard against a concrete pillar right between Marcus and Alexander.
"Cover!" stated Alexander, his voice an urgent, chilling command as he violently threw himself behind a heavy steel generator housing, covering his ears.
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A deafening, white-hot explosion of sound and light shattered the darkness of the warehouse. Even with his eyes closed, the blinding glare burned through Alexander’s eyelids, and a high-pitched, agonizing ring filled his ears. Marcus let out a fierce, guttural curse as the blast disoriented his vision for a split second.
Taking absolute advantage of the chaos, the Sinclair leader opened fire with blind, savage precision, laying down a heavy wall of suppressive lead.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
The heavy rounds chewed through the concrete and steel. One stray bullet grazed Marcus’s thigh, drawing a deep spray of crimson, while another round sliced right across Alexander’s forearm as he attempted to return fire with his left hand. The pain was absolute, but neither man backed down. Alexander gritted his teeth, firing two steady shots that clipped the leader’s shoulder, forcing the man to stumble backward.
Realizing he was completely outmatched in a prolonged firefight against two demons, the Sinclair leader made a desperate, tactical retreat, sprinting backward through the smoke. His eyes scanned the shadows, looking for any leverage, until they locked onto the dark corner where the pristine Mercedes was parked.
He sprinted toward the luxury vehicle, his heavy tactical boots pounding against the concrete. He reached the passenger side, raised his weapon, and violently smashed the side window with the butt of his submachine gun.
Serena let out a sharp, blood-curdling shriek as a shower of glass rained down on her curled-up body.
The leader reached through the broken frame, yanked the door open with a violent force, and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her out onto the cold floor. He jammed the hot, smoking barrel of his weapon straight against her temple, using her fragile body as a human shield as he glared back into the darkness.
"Move a single inch and I’ll blow her fucking brains out!" screamed the leader, his chest heaving frantically as blood dripped from his injured shoulder. He glared down at the terrified girl, his face twisted into a demonic scowl. "Get up, you little bitch! Stand up or I’ll kill you right here!"
