C6

The mission objective and two HVT's(High value targets) have been secured waiting for extraction I'm listening.

The CIS FOS(field operatives squads) commander said under his gas mask while looking at the pinned down with their hands handcuffed behind their backs coughing, crying and breathing heavily Morgana and old man on the floor.

Copy get ready for extraction we will arrive in a minute over.

Came the CIS missions commanders voice from the FOS commanders white earphone in his left ear connected to his walkie talkie hidden under his civilian clothes.

Hey boss aren't you dying to know what's in that envelope that is so important that the pencil pushers sent all the way across the Atlantic to this shithole?

Asked the commanders second in command as she greedily studied the envelope in commanders hands through her gas masks lenses.

Upon hearing this the commander froze and looked at the envelope.

"Fucking hell I really want to know but fuck it the lesser I know the longer I will live"

The commander thought in his mind only to snap back at his second in command.

Shut it and drop that idea from your mind the higher ups made it clear to me! Whatever information is in this enevelope we aren't allowed to know or else we will get silenced!

Alright alright! I got it no looking at the envelopes contets.

The second in command said as he raised her hands into the air and squatted down back in front of teary, snot and ruined gothic make up Morgana's face who was bitting her black lips so strongly to the point that they they were bleeding as she stared back at the full of herself second in command.

So thats the infamous mafia queen who has been causing FBI a nasty headache for the last ten years?Your not so tough without your goons afterall are you?

The second in command asked arrogantly as she pressed her glocks 17 pistols muzzle against Morganas forehead.

Stop playing with that criminal whore!

Grab the HTV's and let's go!

The commander roared at his second in command only for the nightclubs normal lights get wireless ly turned off by HYDRA that they turned on shrouding them in darkness.

What the fuck?

I heard the commander roar out as I sank my combat-dagger knife into a man's neck from his back and turned it left an right.

[You killed a CIS FO +xp]

As the man started choking on his own blood that started spilling out from his mouth I tore out the man's glock 17 from his right hand with my right hand after setting the glocks iron sights on another man pulled the trigger while using the still twitching body as a meat shield.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

I heard and saw in slowed down motion the 9×19 mm bullets exit the glock's muzzle in a flash of flames while the empty hot cartridges got ejected to the side and fell onto the ground as one after another men and women fell down with 2 bleeding holes in their hearts and one in their heads before they could even raise their pistols at me.

[You killed ×5 CIS FO +xp]

Click!

As I heard the glock click signaling that it's magazine got emptied out I tossed it to the ground and took out my own glock 17 with an extended magazine inside its black holster around my right upper leg and started pulling the trigger again.

While 9×19 mm bullets started hitting my meat shield.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

I managed to kill another three FO before the rest of them took cover behind the nightclubs concrete support beams.

As they did I yanked out my bloody combat-dagger knife from the man's still bleeding out neck and with superhuman strength and agility flung it to the side making all the blood fall down onto the concrete floor.

Without waisting any time I turned around and sprinted back into the darkness leaving only two blurry bloodred lines in the darkness as the CIS FO's emptied their pistols magazines at me while poking their pistols and heads from behind their cover.

What the fuck what kind of fucking monster is this?! No human being can have those kind of reflexes!

The FOS commander cursed under his breath as he reloaded his spent glock with a fresh magazine.

Only to see me plunge my combat-dagger knife through his second in command bitches heart from her back after poking his head out from behind the support beam.

After seeing this without hesitation the FOS commander pressed his earphone with his left hands index finger.

Mission commander where the fuck is the ET(Exstarction team)?!

ATA 30 seconds why the fuck are you cursing over!

Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! We don't have 30 seconds! Fuck when you arrive send in the RRT(Rapid Reaction Team) first!

... tell exactly what's going on now!

There's...there's a monster down here...

The FOS commanders muttered out with a trembling voice full of fear and despair as he watched me yank my combat-dagger knife upwards with superhuman strength making the bitch's left shoulder slpit apart as her warm blood shot out like a fountain from her bloodvessels drenching me in red blood.

Only to drop dead to the ground after I tossed my combat-dagger knife with superhuman strength at him.

[You killed CIS FOS second in command+xp].

[You killed CIS FOS commander+xp]

One more left...

I muttered under my breath as I looked at my mini map with a red marker in my HUD view.

Only to turn back with superhuman speed after hearing running noises with my superhuman perception and press my pistols trigger three times.

After assuming a standing firing position by holding my pistol with two hands and slightly crouching while leaning forward making a woman fall down face down onto the ground as pool of blood started froming from her skull and backs bullet holes.

[You killed a CIS FO +xp]

That's twelve...

I muttered under my breath as I pressed my back against a support beam in the path of the nightclubs underground floor entrance.

While grabbing my loaded G36 with an inserted full magazine with and additional magazine connected to it and secured with duct tape hand grip witth my right hand hanging by my right side by its belt that I always wear in the same tactical way and tightly pressed my assault rifles stock against my right shoulder.

While placing my right hands finger under the selector switch as I grabbed my assault rifles granade launchers hand grip with my left hand switched the selector from safety to firing mode with my index finger and placed it onto the trigger.

Soon after I heard flashbacks get thrown onto the nightclubs concrete floor and as I did I Immediately closed my eyes and exhaled all of the air from my lungs while keeping my mouth open.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Dozen of flashbacks exploded making my superhuman sense go haywire but I ignored it all as I opened my eyes and poked my head with my assault rifle from the support beam while leaning at 45 angles to the right.

I saw a squad of CIS RRT field operatives in AE with their night vision googles fixed to their helments fronts lowered down storm in an arrowhead formation which flanks expanded upon entering as they pointed their M4 carbines with green lasers from 9 to 3 hour directions

Without hesitation I pressed my granade launchers trigger making a 40 mm HE shell explode in the middle of the RRT squad while I just after I pressed the trigger leaned back behind the support beam and pressed my helment covered head against the support beam.

[You killed ×5 RRT FO +xp]

After hearing the screams of agony and pain I exited my cover and looked at a horrifying scene that would make any man who hasn't been on the battlefield vomit his guts out on the spot.

Torn to pieces bodies, blown off limbs, spilled out guts, scattered body parts with gushing out blood in streams out from unburned arterries from the still allive FO's screaming their throats horse with blood-freezing and soul-shattering voices.

"Yes this is just the icebergs tip of what war really looks like"

I thought in my mind as I switched my assault rifles selector switch to single fire mode with my right hands thumb and put my right hands index finger onto my trigger and while pointing my assault rifle at the closest still allive FO's gas mask covered face with my left hand I grabbed my assault rifles fore grip.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!...

[You killed RRT FO +xp]

[You killed RRT FO +xp]

[You killed RRT FO +xp]...

I kept pressing the trigger killing one FO after another until there was none left allive only dead bodies with bleeding out bulletwholes in their faces and 7 5.5.56 ×45 mm empty hot cartridges left on blood staned, blackened and rubble covered concrete floor.

[You leveled up to level 3]

[You gained 3 apexer points]

I ignored the systems notifications and turned around only to narrow down my eyes upon seeing the heavily breathing Morgana with her chest moving up and down sitting on top of the already dead old man's back with blue and purple face and tongue sticking out from his full of foam mouth with her handcuffs chain under his neck with chain choking marks.