章節 110: Chapter 110: The Last Stronghold
The next few days were a whirlwind of planning and precision strikes. Cole and his crew moved like ghosts through the city, dismantling Larkin's remaining strongholds one by one. Each victory brought them closer to their ultimate goal: Larkin himself.
The underground was reeling. The once-powerful network that had terrorized the city was now fractured, its key players taken out, its operations disrupted. Cole could feel the tide turning. But he also knew that Larkin wasn't the type to go down quietly.
Now, it was time to hit Larkin where it hurt most—his final stronghold. It was a fortified compound on the outskirts of the city, hidden behind layers of security and guarded by the last remnants of Larkin's loyalists. This was where he had retreated, where he was making his final stand.
The crew gathered at the safe house, going over the plan one last time. The air was thick with tension, but also with determination. They had come too far to back down now.
"Alright," Cole said, standing at the head of the table, his voice steady but sharp. "This is it. We take Larkin down tonight, or we don't get another chance."
Lina, Ty, and Zack sat around the table, their faces set in grim determination. Each of them knew the risks. They had faced worse odds before, but this was different. This wasn't just about survival anymore—it was about ending Larkin's reign of terror once and for all.
"Larkin's got his compound locked down tight," Cole continued, pointing to the map spread out before them. "We'll have to hit them from multiple angles if we're going to get through."
Ty, always the tactician, leaned forward, studying the map closely. "His main defenses are here," he said, pointing to the entrance of the compound. "But he's also got guards posted along the perimeter. We'll need to take them out quickly, or they'll alert the others."
Lina nodded, her eyes sharp as she took in the plan. "We'll split into two teams. Ty and Zack will take out the perimeter guards, and Cole and I will hit the entrance. Once we're inside, we'll regroup and push toward the main building."
Zack smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Sounds simple enough."
Cole shot him a look, his voice serious. "It won't be. Larkin's expecting us. He's got his best people guarding that place, and they're not going to go down easy."
"We've faced worse," Zack said with a grin, though there was no mistaking the tension in his voice.
Cole nodded, his expression hard. "Then let's make sure this is the last time."
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The night was pitch black as Cole and his crew approached the compound. The air was heavy with anticipation, the city unusually quiet as they moved through the shadows. They had scouted the area earlier, mapping out every guard post, every security measure. There was no room for error.
Cole crouched behind an abandoned building just outside the compound, his long coat brushing against the dirt as he waited for the signal. Ty and Zack were in position on the other side, ready to take out the perimeter guards.
Lina was beside him, her eyes focused, her body tense but calm. She had always been steady in moments like this, and tonight was no different. She gave Cole a small nod, signaling that she was ready.
Cole's heart pounded in his chest, the adrenaline mixing with the cold focus that had gotten him this far. This was it—the final strike. The culmination of everything they had fought for.
"On my signal," Cole whispered into his earpiece, his voice barely audible.
The crew held their breath, waiting for the right moment. The compound loomed ahead, its walls high and reinforced, but Cole wasn't thinking about the obstacles. He was thinking about Larkin—about the man who had taken everything from the people of this city. The man who had to be stopped, no matter the cost.
The seconds ticked by, the tension building, until finally, Ty's voice crackled through the earpiece.
"Perimeter clear."
Cole didn't waste a second. "Go."
They moved as one, slipping through the shadows and heading straight for the entrance. The guards at the front of the compound were alert, their eyes scanning the darkness, but they didn't see Cole and Lina until it was too late.
Cole struck first, his fist connecting with the nearest guard's throat in a swift, deadly motion. The man crumpled to the ground without a sound. Lina moved in next, her blade flashing in the moonlight as she took out the second guard with precision and speed.
The entrance was clear.
"Move in," Cole ordered, his voice sharp.
Ty and Zack joined them moments later, their eyes scanning the compound for any sign of movement. The guards had been taken out, but the real fight was still ahead.
"Main building's straight ahead," Zack said, his voice low but filled with excitement. "Let's finish this."
They moved quickly, making their way through the compound's courtyard and toward the main building. The night was eerily quiet, the only sound the crunch of gravel beneath their boots. But Cole knew that the silence wouldn't last. Larkin was waiting for them.
They reached the entrance to the main building—a large, reinforced door that was bolted shut from the inside. Cole motioned for Zack, who pulled a small explosive from his pack and set it against the door.
"Stand back," Zack said with a grin.
The explosion was small but powerful, blowing the door off its hinges with a sharp crack. Cole and the crew rushed inside, their weapons drawn, ready for whatever was waiting for them.
The main hall was dark and empty, the walls lined with old crates and forgotten furniture. It was clear that this place had been abandoned long ago—at least by anyone who cared about appearances. But Cole could feel the tension in the air. They weren't alone.
"Stay sharp," Cole whispered, his eyes scanning the room.
They moved deeper into the building, their footsteps echoing off the cold stone floors. Every corner, every shadow felt like a potential threat, but Cole's focus remained unshaken. They were getting closer to Larkin, and they wouldn't stop until they found him.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of footsteps approaching from the darkness ahead. Cole tensed, his gun at the ready, as a group of armed men stepped into the light.
Larkin's soldiers.
There were at least a dozen of them, each one heavily armed and ready for a fight. They spread out, blocking the crew's path, their eyes cold and determined.
Cole's jaw tightened. This was it.
"Looks like Larkin sent out the welcome committee," Zack muttered, his smirk returning.
Cole didn't respond. His eyes were locked on the man at the center of the group—tall, muscular, and carrying a smug grin that told Cole exactly who he was dealing with.
Larkin's right-hand man.
"I was wondering when you'd show up," the man said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Larkin's been expecting you."
Cole's grip on his gun tightened. "Then let's not keep him waiting."
The man chuckled, shaking his head. "You really think you're going to get to him? You're just another wannabe hero trying to take down the big bad boss. But this is where your little rebellion ends."
Lina stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. "We'll see about that."
Without warning, the man raised his weapon, and the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire rang out, bullets ricocheting off the walls as Cole and his crew dove for cover. The battle was fast and brutal, each side fighting with everything they had.
Ty and Zack moved like shadows, weaving through the chaos and taking out soldiers with deadly precision. Lina was a blur of motion, her blade flashing as she cut down anyone who got too close.
Cole fought his way through the melee, his focus locked on the man at the center of it all. This wasn't just about taking out Larkin's men—this was about sending a message. Larkin's time was up.
As the battle raged on, Cole finally reached the man, his fists flying in a flurry of punches. The man fought back, but Cole was relentless, each strike landing with the force of all the anger and pain he had been carrying for years.
With a final, brutal blow, the man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
The room fell silent, the last of Larkin's men either dead or incapacitated. Cole stood over the fallen man, his chest heaving, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
Lina joined him, wiping the blood from her blade. "Where's Larkin?"
Cole's eyes narrowed. "He's here. I can feel it."
They moved deeper into the building, their footsteps echoing in the now-empty halls. The final confrontation was coming, and Cole was ready.
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