Ever since he came to the view of the MPD, Earl Wayne Johnson was leading his merry band of happy trigger men with a metal hand full of freedom. By the time Freddie and Ford fired their shots from their respective Hellfire Arms, bullets were thrown by Johnson's group.
Each of them had Thompson rifles with a drum barrel - Tommy Guns, while several had buckshot shotguns. All of the rifles were colored in black and brown, but their bullets were heard even from miles away. Johnson sat on top of the roof of a car, watching the chaos unfold as his group were firing their guns, as hundreds of bullets were flying around.
Civilians got out of their cars, and screams from both the men and women accompanied the scene.
"Make sure you get some of them held here." Johnson spoke. He turned to a ragged looking man. "Spike! You get some people to lay down, and I don't mean on the ground." Spike smirked at Johnson.
"You heard the man." Spike Beecher spoke in a split second as he and various other members of the group took it in turns to shift back and gain hostages. They didn't blink as they grabbed the arms of various men, women, and some youths. Ford watched in horror as hostages were formed, and he turned towards Freddie and the other cops.
"Where's that backup!?" Ford frantically spoke. "Is it that hard to choose someone to gain a Hellfire Arm!?"
"Ford!" a familiar voice was heard. McSweeney arrived with his Hellfire Arm, Sucker Punch, in his arms. "What's the situation?"
"It says it all for its fucking self Grant." Ford spoke in annoyance as he covered behind the cars, a combination of both civilian and police. "Where'd ya been?"
"Goddamn Mustang." McSweeney spoke of the Hellfire Arm. "Fermor and Chance, they, they gave chase to him. Haven't heard since." After he said that, he heard the sound of a roaring car. The two men turned and saw a black four seater heading their way. "Hold your fire!" McSweeney said to an officer with a handgun in hand.
He squinted his eyes and saw who was dangling their head at the passenger seat. It was Chance, and, an unfamiliar looking face, the man had a clean face and a strong jawline, even had a poker card on his hat. The car swiftly stopped, as Chance got out, in addition to the poker hatted man.
"Friend of yours?" McSweeney demanded to know. "And how the hell did you end up like this?"
"I'll explain later." Chance spoke.
"And I wouldn't say a friend, mister." Voyde Kilpatrick said to McSweeney as he tipped his hat in respect. He took out one of the Dark Dice revolvers, while the other remained in his holster. Everyone but Voyde was startled by the sound of an eagle in the sky, before it landed on Voyde's shoulder. Voyde saw the area, the chaos unfolding in front, and saw Earl Wayne Johnson in sight.
"A gun is only good as its user, in this case, Hellfire Arm." Voyde spoke as he took a few steps forward like it was a walk in the park.
"Long story short, Mustang was taken care of." Chance approached his colleagues. "Voyde here's been sent by the Gunsmith, to lend us a hand."
"Lend US a hand?" Ford asked in shock before he sighed. "I guess we don't have any other choice."
"Liberty." Voyde spoke first to his eagle. "Distract and kill as many as you can, leave the revolver man to us." As the eagle nodded, the Dark Dice user heard a loud voice calling out to him.
"A man with an eagle like yours shouldn't be with those people!" Johnson screamed at the top of his lungs. "The eagle represents freedom! And being with the Law doesn't necessarily help. Not that I'm in disagreement with keeping the peace, but my beef is with who's making it. I'm cleaning up this place from the people that take OUR freedom of speech, and to do whatever we want."
A shot was heard. Voyde didn't flinch at the speeding bullet that passed him like the wind, before it curved to Johnson's face. Johnson himself shifted his head gently, allowing the bullet to miss, barely hitting his left ear. He gritted his teeth as he saw smoke coming out from the barrel of Chance's Hellfire Arm.
"The thing about freedom Johnson, is that it can be dangerous, and you've the prime definition of it. The nation can't have it."
Fire appeared in Johnson's eyes as he grunted and stood up. He raised both his revolver hands, the barrels replacing his index fingers, with the ring embedded in the palms of both his hands.
"Once I was a simple man detective, who didn't realize how valuable freedom was." He threw away the old bullets that were previously sitting inside one of his revolver hands, before he reloaded new ones in a flash. "But after my share of being oppressed by men in power, I now understand it all."
"Here me thy name is Freedom! Remember this men!" Johnson yelled out to the remaining members of his group fighting in front. "For too long this city's been restricted by Laws, and people being limited by the things they say and do. That ends today!"
Shit, Valefar spoke as he saw Johnson's state of mentality show. Chaos Freedom Cannon really messed him up.
"Chance." Valefar spoke. "I'll take Barbie and Tombstone back to the 9th precinct."
"You do that. We'll take it from here."
"Wait." Valefar spoke as he took out a medium size canister. It was the size of a soda can, and colored in faded red and black. "Take this and throw it wherever. Make sure Johnson or any of his guys get a hold of it."
"What's this?"
"Let's just say the Gunsmith sent a crate full of stuff to help all of us out. Speaking of which, I need to make sure this gets to the others." Valefar spoke as he returned to the car with Barbie.
"Be careful detective!"
"Will do! Valefar! Get to Stacy and do what you can over your side." Chance yelled before he faced the situation up front.
He loaded new rounds into Showdown, just as Voyde rolled a die into the air. As the dice hit the ground and started to roll, Liberty the Eagle proceeded to shove down at high speeds, its talons impaling the neck of one of Johnson's minions, before it moved on to another target.
Johnson furrowed his eyebrows as he fired two shots at the Eagle, who swiftly dodged them and proceeded to fly upward. He shifted his head at the sight of the dark die landing. Voyde chuckled as the die landed on a 1.
Voyde's bullet came out as fast as the wind by the time he pulled the trigger, and the bullet shoved itself into another one of Johnson's henchmen, sending him flying and crashing into a nearby window. The die then flew back to Voyde's pocket.
"A gambling man you are." Johnson spoke. "My turn." He swiftly fired a bullet from his left hand. The bullet went straight out of the man's barrel which had replaced his index finger. Though the bullet was in motion and heading straight toward Voyde, the user of Dark Dice saw just how thick and tall the bullet was. It was larger than a usual revolver bullet.
Voyde jumped and shifted to the right, barely missing the bullet as it made contact with an unoccupied car, and a large bullet hole was formed.
"Today I'm not really hunting bears, or anything big." Johnson added as he aimed his revolver hand to his enemies up front. "Let's have some fun."
As he fired a bullet, Voyde fired his own shots. The MPD cavalry was ordered by McSweeney to move up front. The non-Hellfire Arm users, the officers, carried their available rifles and pistols, using other cars and buildings to their left and right sides as cover.
Freddie himself was in cover. "Chance!" he spoke to his fellow Haverton. "Whatever that canister is, we sure could use it now! We've been dealing with this guy since he fired his shots!"
Chance nodded as he pulled the pin from the canister before dark red smoke started to come out, he threw the canister a few feet away from him, but still in the range of himself and his colleagues. The canister's smoke started to rise both in size and height. It was as high as some of the upper buildings here.
A bullet dodged Chance just by a whim, nearly shedding a portion of his hat. Hardin appeared beside him in his transparent form. "Focus dammit!" Though his hand was transparent, Chance felt a slap on the back side of his head. As the bullets continued to fly from both sides of the battle ground, Chance and his colleagues felt something trembling. A large thud was heard on the street, and just a few feet away there was a small crate.
On the crate, there was a crude looking smiley face in black, and a writing in all capitalized letters: Raise Hellfire.