Hostage Rescue - Part-3, Crocket City Police Precinct

Leon with the hostages following him, Leon spoke with unwavering authority, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm. "We have to move quickly and quietly. Stay close to me, and follow my lead. We'll make it out of here together."

The hostages, their faces etched with a mixture of relief and trepidation, nodded in agreement. They placed their trust in Leon and Emma, recognizing his unwavering dedication to their safety.

Leon surveyed the area outside the waiting hall, his eyes scanning for any signs of movement. He knew he had to navigate through a dangerous landscape, with enemies potentially lurking around every corner. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, leading the group with calculated steps.

As they moved through the corridors of the station, the tension in the air was palpable. Each shadow, each creaking floorboard, held the potential for danger. Leon's senses remained sharp, his every instinct attuned to the threats that surrounded them.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

A faint sound of distant footsteps reached Leon's ears, prompting him to halt the group's progress. He motioned for everyone to find cover, their bodies pressed against the walls, waiting in silence. The echoes of the footsteps grew louder, and soon, a group of armed criminals emerged from a nearby hallway.

The hostages held their breath, their fear threatening to overwhelm them. But Leon refused to let despair take hold. His eyes met everyone, conveying a silent message of resilience and determination.

As the criminals approached, unaware of the ambush waiting for them, Leon sprang into action. He unleashed a swift and unexpected attack, catching the enemies off guard. Bullets whizzed through the air, and the sound of gunfire filled the station once more.

"Dut!"

"Dut!"

The hostages were balled up scared seeing this Emma grab a pistol from a dead librated and start shooting, inspired by Emma's audacious move, the hostages joined the fight, using whatever objects they could find as makeshift weapons or the weapon from the dead librated leon just killed. A frenzy of chaos ensued as they overpowered their captors, their determination fueling their every move.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

With their immediate threats neutralized, Leon rallied the group once more. "Now is our chance. We have to keep moving. Stick together and stay focused."

"Quickly everyone!" Emma said

They pressed forward, navigating the labyrinthine corridors with an urgency born of survival. Each hallway brought its own set of challenges, but Leon and Emma unwavering resolve guided them through.

The hostages through the final stretch, their steps quickening as the outside world drew near.

Just as they reached the threshold, a group of armed librates appeared, blocking their path. It was a moment of reckoning, a test of their collective will to survive.

Leon and Emma, fueled by a fierce determination, took charge once more. He engaged the enemies head-on, With calculated precision, he disarmed and incapacitated the foes, creating a path of escape,

Every hostage picked up their chosen weapon and crouched down, following Emma and Leon's lead.

The hostages, their trust solidified by the courage Leon had displayed, obeyed his command without question. Crouching low and utilizing whatever cover they could find, they followed Leon's lead as he skillfully navigated them through the chaotic aftermath.

Leon's every movement was deliberate as he neutralized the remaining threats, his shots ringing out with purpose. Leading the hostages through a deadly dance of survival, inch by inch, they inched closer to the exit, becoming an unstoppable force, With every step, and every shot fired, the hostages and Leon demonstrated unwavering bravery. They refused to be victims, united in their pursuit of survival. Despite overwhelming odds, hope burned bright within their hearts.

As they made their way through the chaos, the sounds of gunfire, and the desperate struggle for survival, they fought fiercely, eliminating any remaining threats. Their movements became a symphony of calculated aggression, inching closer to their freedom, And so, they ventured into the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them, armed with the resilience they had discovered in the depths of their darkest hour, In the end, it was not just a physical battle they fought but also a battle for their souls. With each step, they shed the shackles of victimhood, embracing the newfound strength within themselves. They were survivors, warriors who refused to be broken.

"Pow!"

"Pow!"

The hostages followed closely behind, their movements swift and resolute. They charged forward, adrenaline coursing through their veins, Finally, they burst through the doors.

Looking behind them, they saw the doors locked and Leon still inside.

"Leon why don't you leave now, you don't have to kill the rest!"

Emma ran up to the door and started banging the door, shouting at Leon.

"Leon!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Leon!"

Emma saw Leon ignoring her and continuing to walk further inside the station, she started banging on the doors.

"Emma let's leave quickly, he can protect himself and he already said that he will stay here."

Lucas came up to Emma and pulled her away from the door.

Inside the station, Leon started walking to the upper floor, with only his pistol left and no more mag for his g3c6, while he can buy he wants to save Force points.

With a deep breath, Leon cautiously peered around the corner. The corridor stretched out before him, dimly lit by flickering overhead lights. He could hear the distant shouts of the librated, growing louder with each passing second.

"Quickly find cover!"

"The enemy is almost here!"

Moving silently, Leon began to make his way down the corridor, his senses heightened and his instincts on high alert. He knew that his best chance lay in surprise and close-quarters combat. As he turned a corner, he found himself face-to-face with a liberated. Reacting swiftly, he struck the soldier with the butt of his pistol.

"Bang!"

knocking him unconscious, but Leon was still shot, luckily his body armor block the shot, and crouching down Leon snap the unconscious liberated neck.

Pushing forward, Leon encountered more librates at the end of the corridor. Without hesitation, he lunged at them, His rifle swung like a deadly extension of his arm, striking with precision and power. Bones cracked, and bodies fell to the floor, their weapons clattering alongside them.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The liberated was everywhere, but Leon's system and experience gave him the edge. He relied on his agility and reflexes, using limited ammunition to dispatch his foes with deadly accuracy. Every move was calculated, and every strike and shot was delivered with purpose.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

As he made his way through the upper floor, leaving behind a trail of fallen librated, Leon's body ached with exhaustion, and sweat dripped down his forehead. But he refused to give in. He knew that his actions were crucial, not only for his own survival but for the success of his mission.

The final room came into view, the door slightly ajar. Leon could sense that it held his greatest challenge yet. With his heart pounding, he pushed open the door, stepping into a room filled with liberation. They turned toward him, surprise flashing in their eyes.

Leon quickly aimed With each pull of the trigger, he unleashed a flurry of bullets, taking down one enemy after another. The room erupted in chaos as the librated fought back, but Leon was a force to be reckoned with. He moved with unparalleled speed and precision, his close combat skills serving him well.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Finally, the dust settled, and silence engulfed the room. Leon stood amidst the fallen, his breathing heavy, his body battered and bruised. He had prevailed, against all odds.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Leon surveyed the room and the head to the rooftop.

-Killing Level 7 Liberated, 70 Demon Points-

-Killing Level 8 Liberated, 80 Demon Points-

-Killing Level 9 Liberated, 90 Demon Points-

-Killing Level 10 Liberated, 100 Demon Points-