Chapitre 157: Chapter 156
The industrial sector loomed ahead, a maze of rusted machinery, abandoned factories, and fortified military positions. This was the last bastion of control the military had over the city. It was clear from the moment Cole and his crew set foot near the sector that the military had been preparing for a final stand. Armored vehicles lined the streets, and soldiers patrolled the perimeter, their eyes scanning for any sign of a threat.
Cole crouched behind a stack of old crates, peeking through a crack to assess the situation. Zack and Ty were beside him, both tense, their weapons ready.
"They've really gone all out," Ty muttered, his usual grin nowhere to be found. "This place is a fortress."
Zack nodded, his jaw tight. "They know this is their last shot. They're not going to go down easy."
Cole took a deep breath, his mind racing. They had cut off the supply lines, weakened the military's defenses, but this was the heart of the beast. And the beast wasn't going to die quietly.
"We've come too far to turn back now," Cole said, his voice low but firm. "This is the final push. We take this sector, and the city is ours."
Lina, who had been scouting the area, returned to their position. Her face was grim, but her eyes were sharp with determination. "There's a weak spot on the western side. Fewer guards, less armor. It's our best shot at getting in."
Cole nodded. "Good. We'll split up again. Ty and Zack, you take the east and draw their attention. Maria, I want you in position on the rooftops. Lina and I will hit the west."
Zack gave a tight smile, checking his rifle. "Sounds like a plan. We'll keep them busy while you two make your move."
Ty cracked his knuckles, his usual bravado returning. "I've been waiting for this. Let's give 'em hell."
Maria, ever silent but deadly, nodded and disappeared into the shadows, already moving toward her sniper's perch.
Cole glanced at Lina, who was already checking her gear. She caught his eye and gave him a small nod, her expression determined. "We're ready."
Cole took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what was about to happen settle over him. This was it—the moment they had been building toward for months. The revolution had brought them here, to the heart of the city's oppression, and now it was time to finish what they had started.
"Let's move," Cole said, his voice steady.
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The plan went into motion quickly. Zack and Ty moved to the eastern side of the sector, their rifles trained on the guards patrolling the perimeter. Within moments, gunfire erupted, and the military's attention shifted to the sudden attack.
Cole and Lina took the opportunity to slip around to the western side, staying low as they approached the weak spot in the defenses. The soldiers stationed there were fewer in number, and they seemed distracted by the commotion on the other side of the sector.
"This is it," Lina whispered as they reached the edge of the sector, hiding behind a stack of rusted metal beams. "We take out these guards, and we're in."
Cole nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "On my signal."
They waited, the tension in the air thick as the sounds of gunfire and explosions filled the streets. Cole's grip tightened on his rifle, his eyes locked on the guards ahead.
"Now," he whispered.
In one swift motion, they moved forward, their rifles raised. The first guard went down before he even had a chance to react, a bullet from Cole's rifle dropping him to the ground. Lina took out the second guard with a well-aimed shot, her movements precise and efficient.
Within moments, the guards were down, and the path into the sector was clear.
"We're in," Cole muttered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the battle raging on the other side of the sector. "Let's move."
They slipped through the defenses, their footsteps silent as they navigated the narrow alleyways and crumbling buildings that made up the industrial sector. The place was a labyrinth of old machinery and rusted pipes, perfect for hiding from the patrolling soldiers.
"Stick to the shadows," Cole whispered as they moved deeper into the sector. "We need to stay out of sight until we reach the command post."
Lina nodded, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. "We're close. The command post should be just up ahead."
They moved quickly, keeping low as they navigated the maze of buildings. The command post was heavily guarded, but with the military distracted by Zack and Ty's attack on the east, Cole and Lina were able to slip past most of the patrols.
As they reached the final approach to the command post, Cole's heart pounded in his chest. This was it. The command post was where the military was coordinating their defense of the city, where the last remnants of the system that had oppressed them for so long were clinging to power.
"We need to take out the guards first," Lina whispered, her eyes locked on the soldiers standing outside the command post. "Then we move in."
Cole nodded, his mind racing. The tension was almost unbearable, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. "On my count. Three… two… one."
They moved as one, their rifles raised. The guards never saw them coming. Lina took down the first soldier with a single shot, her aim deadly accurate. Cole followed suit, dropping the second guard before he could even raise his weapon.
With the guards down, they approached the entrance to the command post, their hearts pounding. Cole could feel the weight of what was about to happen pressing down on him, but he knew they had no choice.
"We're going in," he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Stay close."
Lina gave him a sharp nod, her eyes filled with determination. "Let's finish this."
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Inside the command post, the atmosphere was tense. Soldiers were scrambling to issue orders, their faces pale with fear. They knew the revolution was closing in, and they were desperately trying to hold on to what little power they had left.
Cole and Lina moved quickly, taking out the soldiers in their path with swift, precise strikes. The command post was in chaos, and it wasn't long before they reached the central control room.
"This is where they've been pulling the strings," Lina said, her voice low as they entered the room.
Cole nodded, his gaze sweeping the room. Monitors lined the walls, showing live feeds from across the city. It was a stark reminder of how tightly the military had controlled everything—every movement, every decision, every life.
"Not anymore," Cole said, his voice cold.
They approached the central console, where a group of officers were frantically trying to coordinate their forces. Cole raised his rifle, and in one swift motion, the officers were down.
"Secure the room," Cole ordered, his voice sharp. "We're taking control."
Lina moved to the monitors, disabling the security systems one by one. As the last monitor went dark, she turned to Cole, her expression grim but satisfied. "It's done."
Cole took a deep breath, the weight of their victory beginning to settle in. They had done it. The command post had fallen, and with it, the military's grip on the city.
But the battle wasn't over yet.
"They'll send reinforcements," Lina said, her voice steady but filled with urgency. "We need to be ready."
Cole nodded, his mind already racing with the next steps. "We'll hold this position until the others catch up. Then we push forward and finish this."
Lina gave him a small, fierce smile. "We're almost there."
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Outside, the sounds of battle were still raging, but Cole knew that the tide had turned. They had struck a decisive blow, and the military was on the brink of collapse.
As Cole stood in the control room, surrounded by the remnants of the system that had oppressed them for so long, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. They had fought for this—fought for freedom, for justice, for a future where they weren't just surviving but living.
"We've done it," Cole whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination.
Lina stepped up beside him, her gaze steady. "We're not done yet."
Cole nodded, his resolve hardening. "No. But we're close."
The revolution wasn't over, but the end was in sight. And Cole knew that, no matter what came next, they would face it together.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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