Bab 9: Chapter 9: First Blood
The night was dark, the kind of dark that seemed to swallow everything whole. Cole led the way, his steps silent as they moved through the alleyways, sticking to the shadows. Ty, Zack, and Lina followed close behind, each of them carrying the weight of what they were about to do.
Crenshaw's main supply line was guarded, but not heavily. Most of his men were too busy securing territory to worry about a few crates of stolen goods. Cole had chosen this spot for a reason. It was their best shot at hitting Crenshaw without getting caught.
They moved quickly, taking out the guards with quiet precision. Cole's heart pounded in his chest, but his hands were steady, his mind focused. They had a job to do.
But as they began to move the crates, something went wrong.
A shout echoed through the alleyway, followed by the sound of footsteps—heavy, angry footsteps. Cole's stomach dropped.
"Shit," Zack muttered, grabbing a crowbar and preparing for a fight.
Cole didn't have time to think. The first of Crenshaw's men rounded the corner, and chaos erupted.
The fight was fast, brutal. Cole moved like he'd been trained for this his whole life, his fists flying, his movements sharp and precise. But these weren't street thugs—they were Crenshaw's enforcers, hardened by years of violence.
It wasn't long before one of them had Zack pinned to the ground, a knife pressed to his throat. Ty was struggling with two more, and Lina was barely holding her own.
Cole saw red.
He didn't remember picking up the knife, didn't remember lunging at the man who had Zack pinned. All he remembered was the feeling of cold metal in his hand, the sickening crunch of bone, the sudden stillness as the man fell to the ground.
It was over in seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
Zack scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with shock. Ty was breathing hard, blood dripping from a cut on his cheek. Lina stood frozen, her eyes locked on the body at Cole's feet.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Cole stared down at the man, his chest heaving. He had killed before, but this time felt different. This time, it felt… final.
"We need to go," Zack said quietly, his voice hoarse.
Cole nodded, his hands trembling as he wiped the blood from the knife and shoved it back into his coat. They moved quickly, disappearing into the night like shadows, leaving the body behind.
But even as they ran, Cole knew that something had changed. There was no going back now.
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
-- Power
stone