CHAPTER - 4 { Creed vs Winter Soldier Part-2 }

Creed held the two Glock-17s and peeped from the corner of a window. Outside, he could see two guards behind a long concrete barricade aiming their guns at the house.

Was it because the guards were afraid to come first, or was there the fear of getting shot first; whatever the case was, Creed noticed none approaching.

Out of all the directions, that one with only two guards was the easiest to break through.

"I need to be quick."

Creed muttered. All the container's crane lights were focused on the house, but due to the darkness inside no one could see what Creed was up to.

On the other hand, because of the lights which scattered Creed could see the guards surrounding him from the windows.

He had long turned the night vision off.

'One, two, three!'

BANG! BANG!

Creed shot the two guards in their heads which were peeking out of the barricade. Immediately then he rushed out of the house through the window.

"He's out! Don't let him escape!"

"Fire! Hole him up!"

Creed pushed his speed to extremes, so quick that even the guards were shocked and unable to close their mouths.

Like a flicking shadow, his figure moved and vanished behind the barricade.

"Damn it! How fast can he run?"

"Find him!"

The in-charge shouted loudly and gestured to the guards to chase Creed.

Multiple guards went after Creed cautiously but they couldn't find him behind the barricade, all left were the two dead bodies.

Creed slipped in the gaps between the containers in the dark and tried to distance himself from them. He was almost hit by the bullets if not for his explosive dash.

Currently his entire body was fired up in heat, tones of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He soon reached the end of the containers, the area past the containers looked to be at the left side of the cargo port.

"I need to rest f-!"

The sudden appearance of a man with a vest and protective gear, alerted Creed. The man, standing before him with a half mask, lifted his right hand holding a Uzi.

'Shit!'

Creed cursed in his mind, he stopped his feet and leaped backwards as fast he could.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

The Uzi is as ubiquitous as it is thrilling: fully automatic, sleekly designed, and favored the world over for its maneuverability and firing speed.

No matter how quick a human's reaction and response time was, the body could never be faster than a bullet.

So was the same with Creed. He hissed in pain, looking at his left shoulder he saw the clothes there were ripped.

The warm blood soaked on the cloth. It seems one of the bullets grazed his flesh and cut a line on the side.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

The Uzi bullets deflected from the corten steel of the containers. Creed took in deep breaths and calmed himself.

Then hiding behind the container, he shot at the masked man with a hairstyle similar to him. Was he a haired professional bodyguard?

"He's good."

Creed sighed. Since the way was blocked, he decided to back away from unnecessary trouble. There was another way out of the containers which he chose.

"Haah… Haah…"

The reason he was breathing heavily, it was a special method used to keep his body temperature cool.

Even human bodies, similarly to car engines, required to cool off or else due to overheating it could be dangerous.

Finally, Creed came to the end. He ran faster only for a hand to grab him by the neck and lift him up off the ground completely.

BAM!

"Ahhge!"

His body, while up, slammed on the container. He looked at the hand, more exactly it was a hand made of metal belonging to the masked man.

The masked man held his Uzi to shoot but Creed kicked the Uzi from the man's hand. Then he kneed the man and freed himself from the choke.

The masked man, or the Winter Soldier clenched his left hand into a tight fist and launched a solid punch at Creed's face.

Seeing the fist coming at his face from close, Creed moved his body and tilted his head quickly. The metal fist, engraved a deep mark on the container.

'If it was my face.'

The thought flashed in his mind. Creed didn't have the luxury to ponder, he punched the Winter Soldier's external oblique.

Then pushed him away. Winter Soldier did feel the punch, but it didn't have enough power to make him hurt.

Creed's Glocks had fallen, he remained with only daggers. So was the Winter Soldier.

"Who are you?"

Creed asked, pulling out his daggers. Winter Soldier didn't respond to his question, he took out his knife and prepared to face off.

Light fell on them, it was from one of the giant cranes. The guards, Pete, his assistant, and the guardian from Hydra could all see the two figures in the light.

"Fuck! That mask! Is he the Hitman, at top?"

Pete was in disbelief. Fisk actually hired the best hitman in the world to kill him. Now there was no chance that he would let Fisk live.

'Can the Winter Soldier beat Hitman, at top?'

Pete would be lying if he said he wasn't worried and nervous. It was known to the crime side of humanity, the Hitman, at top. He had a 100% success rate in every target extermination.

"Boss, we need to get you out. Hurry!"

The in-charge's subordinate requested Pete to get in the third car for safety. He didn't want to take risks.

"I get it. But let me watch their battle."

Pete stood behind the car and narrowed his eyes, his full concentration was on Creed and Winter Soldier.

Bam!

Both Creed and Winter Soldier slashed at each other. The blades were slicing the air like paper, leaving behind the white lines of trace.

Winter Soldier at 1.83 meters, and Creed at 1.89 meters. Their bodies trained and reached to the limits.

Even if the Winter Soldier was a real superhuman, Creed had made it possible with training and experience that he was a human at peak no less than a superhuman.

The daggers and knife struck against each other, Creed was slightly pushed back by Winter Soldier.

He could see that Winter Soldier was a little stronger than him in strength and endurance but he knew from all the exchanges they had.

He had the upper hand when it came to skills.

"Ahhh!"

Creed erupted with a roar and headbutted Winter Soldier, then with his daggers he locked the knife. Then with the jolt of his hands, he threw away his daggers and the knife.

Now both unarmed, used punches and kicks.

On the side, Pete was like a statue watching the entire battle. Not far from him, the guardian stood in the shadows making it hard to see the figure.

Was the guardian a man? Or a woman?

The two eyes of the guardian scanned Creed's body and how he moved.

'Strong, fast… but even more skilled. As expected from the best, the Hitman, At Top.'

The guardian thought.

BAM! BAM!

SLAM!

The fight between Creed and Winter Soldier intensified. Creed was getting hit less, yet he was more injured.

Mainly because the Winter Soldier had a metal left arm, and he had superhuman strength.

Creed was also tired because of all the running and killing he did in the port just a few minutes ago. He glanced and saw that Pete was watching and not getting in the car with the bomb.

'I can't go on like this. I need to make it like I am about to beat this guy.'

"Ahhh!"

Creed screamed and punched Winter Soldier strong enough to make the latter shake his head. Then he did a full spin kick.

Winter Soldier was surprised by the sudden burst of energy from Creed. The punches and kicks which didn't injure him before now felt like hammer strikes.

He had to block some major punches and defend against Creed's rock hard fists.