Chapter 46: The Russian Mafia-1
Under the cloak of darkness, the biting chill of the waterfront breeze sent shivers down your spine as you and Matt close in on the warehouse nestled at the edge of the pier.
Navigating with practiced ease, you ascend to the roof, casting a glance upward at the overcast night sky. The looming clouds hint at the possibility of rain, adding an ominous layer to the already tense atmosphere.
With careful synchrony, you and Matt descend through a skylight, your feet meeting the cold, unforgiving concrete of the warehouse floor. The darkness envelops you like a shroud, broken only by feeble beams of moonlight filtering through dusty windows.
Before you lay a scene of eerie stillness, punctuated only by the looming presence of countless packages, neatly stacked and awaiting transport. In the distance, obscured by shadows, stood several imposing containers, their contents hidden from view.
As you tighten your grip on your metal batons, a surge of determination courses through you. The time for action has arrived, and you were ready to confront whatever lay ahead.
"он здесь"
Suddenly, a harsh Russian voice shatters the quiet. You knew Russian and someone had just yelled "He is here", followed by the racking sounds of firearms being loaded.
Floodlights snaps on, blindingly bright after the dark. You are surrounded. Many men armed with guns, knives, and bats emerge like specters from the shadows, encircling you and Matt with menacing precision.
"Shit its a trap!" Matt murmurs, his senses already picking apart the setup.
At a single glance, you could discern the presence of nearly forty individuals within the warehouse. "Fuck," you curse under your breath, realising that the situation has escalated significantly.
Just as you curse, Matt grabs you and veer you to the side, narrowly evading a barrage of bullets that seem to graze your back. Quickly regaining your bearings, you follow Matt's lead, sprinting toward the right side of the group.
It dawns on you that you are surrounded from both the front and the back, leaving the sides as the only escape route. Matt, likely utilizing his superhuman senses, has deduced this instantly.
Bang Bang Bang
Amidst the relentless gunfire from behind, you both dash as fast as your legs can carry you. The continuous barrage of bullets echo through the warehouse, driving home the urgency of your situation.
With no one daring to impede your progress, likely due to the fear of catching friendly fire, you and Matt made a beeline for a sizable shipping container on the side, seeking refuge from the relentless gunfire.
Surprisingly, you realise you hadn't been hit yet. Perhaps your forcefield bracelet had unknowingly shielded you or you were just that lucky.
Just as you are about to reach the container, the same voice that had caught your attention before pierces through the cacophony of gunfire once again.
"умри, ублюдки!!"
You understand that he had just said, "Die, Motherfuckers!!".
"Dive!" Matt yells in panic. Reacting swiftly to Matt's urgent command, you dove forward, just as something clatters ominously behind you.
Your instincts kick in, and without a moment's hesitation, you use your Power: Forcefield Creation. Creating a protective forcefield that encases both you and Matt in it.
Bam
The explosion reverberates through the air, sending you both hurtling forward behind the safety of the container.
As you regain your footing, a grim realisation settles over you. Had it not been for your quick thinking and the shielding of your forcefield, then both of you could have been seriously injured.
Despite the relentless onslaught of gunfire that continues to rain down upon you, you tighten your grip on your batons, exchanging a nod with Matt, silently affirming your readiness to fight back.
Bang Bang
"Now!" Matt shouts, seizing the moment as the final echo of gunfire fades, signalling a brief pause for reloading. You dash out from behind the container right behind Matt.
Capitalising on the temporary lull, you both sprint toward sthe nearest cluster of enemies to your left.
"отъебись!"
The man who shouted "Fuck off"—a middle-aged guy with a long scar tracing down his face—was positioned in the opposite crowd on the right. As you and Matt emerge from behind the container, he hurls another grenade in your direction.
Reacting instinctively, you fling one of your batons at it with deadly precision. It struck the grenade in mid-air, redirecting it back towards the scarred man and his comrades. They scatter, scrambling to escape the impending explosion.
Matt has already reached another group of adversaries. With a swift strike to the elbow, he disarms a gunman, then delivers a crushing knee to the man's face.
Bam!
The grenade detonates amidst the opposing crowd, but there was no time to assess the damage. Joining Matt, you quickly neutralise a reloading gunman with a solid punch, knocking him unconscious. Your baton arced through the air, connecting with another thug's head and sending him spiraling into unconsciousness.
From the corner of your eye, you count about ten gunmen in this cluster, four of whom you and Matt has already taken down.
As you engage the gunmen, the remaining gang members armed with knives and metal bats charge toward you and Matt. There were still roughly 16 adversaries left to confront in this hectic crowd.
You observe the thugs armed with metal bats and knives closing in, while three gunmen nearby have already reloaded and have aimed their weapons at you.
Reacting swiftly, you lower your baton momentarily and channel your power, Metal Constructs.
With a focused effort, you extend the length of your baton, increasing your reach.
Swoosh!
"Aagh"
The modified metal staff arcs through the air, striking the outstretched hands of the gunmen just as they prepare to fire. With precise timing, you disarm all three assailants before they can pull the trigger. Their weapons clatter to the ground, neutralised.
"UGH!" A heavy blow strikes your back as someone wields a metal bat against you. Without hesitation, you respond with a powerful back kick, sending your assailant flying backward and colliding with another thug brandishing a knife.
Meanwhile, you glance over to see Matt in a similar predicament, having disarmed the gunmen but now surrounded by adversaries.
Turning your attention back to your own foes, you find yourself encircled by six assailants: three unarmed individuals eyeing their fallen firearms, two armed with metal bats, and one wielding a knife. Amidst the chaos, two assailants lie sprawled on the ground from the impact of your counterattack.
The two assailants wielding metal bats swing their weapons with menacing intent, while the knife-wielder thrusts his blade toward you. In response to the imminent threat, your heart races with adrenaline as you take a deep breath.
With lightning reflexes, you spring into action, channeling your heightened strength and agility. In a breathtaking display of prowess, you launch into a gravity-defying leap, soaring high above the heads of your adversaries. As you ascend, their blows miss their mark, mere wisps of air brushing past you.
Mid-leap, you activate your Power: Personal Anti-Force, momentarily halting your motion in mid-air. In this suspended moment, you unleash a whirlwind of strikes with your metal staff, spinning it with blinding speed toward the heads of all three thugs below.
The metal staff blurs with astonishing speed as it strikes against multiple adversaries in rapid succession. With a resounding crack, metal meets flesh, and the assailants are sent sprawling to the ground, incapacitated by the sheer force of the onslaught.
Before the last thug can fully collapse, you plant your feet into his face, using the momentum to propel yourself toward another assailant who is reaching for his fallen gun. With lightning speed, you launch into a flying roundhouse spinning kick, your foot connecting with his chest with bone-crushing force.
The thug hurtles backward, his body becoming a projectile that crashes into two others, the impact sending all three sprawling to the ground in a tangled heap.
Your feet touch the ground and you take a deep breath, assessing the situation around you. Despite incapacitating several adversaries, the fight is far from over. The two thugs the one wielding the metal bat and the one with the knife who were previously down are back on their feet, and they are closing in on you.
More worryingly, you notice the crowd from the opposite side of the warehouse rushing toward you with anger etched on their faces. They even have their guns pointed at you, a stark reminder of the danger you face. Despite being injured by the explosion, there are still almost 18 of them, a formidable force.
Turning your attention to Matt, you're stunned to see him taking punches to the face without attempting to dodge. Instead, he absorbs the blows, his expression stoic, before retaliating with even greater ferocity. It's as if the beating is awakening his inner beast. At least the good thing is that he has just two opponents left on his side.
The two thugs are upon you, but with lightning reflexes, you evade a swing from one of the bat-wielding thugs with a graceful sidestep. As the knife-wielder thrusts forward, you swiftly dash forward, narrowly avoiding the blade.
In a split-second decision, you seize the opportunity, ducking down to grab the unconscious thug you had previously knocked out. Using him as a shield, you propel yourself toward the oncoming crowd with remarkable speed.
"дерьмо"
They curse as they realise they can't shoot without risking hitting their comrade. Quickly shifting their aim, they redirect their guns toward Matt, who remains locked in combat with his remaining opponents.
Bang Bang
Without a backward glance, you forge ahead, suppressing the instinct to check on Matt, hoping that he would be fine.
Bang
As the sharp sting of the bullet grazing your leg from behind sends a jolt of pain through your body, you grit your teeth, realising that the assailants you had evaded moments ago have armed themselves with the discarded guns.
You surge forward, closing the distance with the hostile crowd shooting at Matt. You then thrust the unconscious body you're carrying into the path of two oncoming thugs, causing them to stumble as they grapple with the unexpected obstacle.
Without missing a beat, you swiftly engage, using your metal staff to disarm two of the other gunmen.
Swish
You feel danger and sidestep, but your side is still cut by a knife as a thug on the side swings his blade at you.
Looking around, you realise that you are surrounded once again. Three people have their guns pointed at you, while three more are focused on Matt. Additionally, four individuals, two armed with knives and two with bats, are rushing toward you, while another four are closing in on Matt.
You glance back and see Matt looking wounded, with the four guys who you had just left pointing their guns at him. Despite his injuries, he is evading their attacks and closing in on them.
The situation looks dire for both of you.
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