The vehicle swayed to the left and right as he struggled to regain control of the steering.
Slamming his foot against the brake pedal, the car screeched loudly as he struggled to control the uncontrollably veering vehicle.
"Crash!"
The car uncontrollably slammed into a grocery shop near the road, before it finally stopped.
Back at the chopper, the Black skin guy retracted his weapon and groaned slightly as he entered back into the belly of the moving helicopter.
"Well done. Now let's go capture the target." The captain's loud voice echoed through the ears of everyone. And they landed just a few meters away from the crash site.
Alvian huffed loudly and slowly got out the crashed vehicle. He was slightly disorientated.
There was a clear gash on his forehead as a tiny piece of glass had been embedded inside the flesh. Blood dipped down slowly from it but wasn't able to fall when Alvian grabbed it with his fingers and licked it with his long tongue.
Popping a few bones back into place, he checked his surroundings, he was inside the store he had crashed into. Alvian bent down slightly and went to the edge of the broken wall, peeking through the hole, gazing outside.
His face was expressionless. It was a tactical team, containing six people with standard military equipment.
An assault rifle in hands, bulletproof helmet, bulletproof vest and even their cloths had bullet proof materials installed in their vital areas.
And they were rapidly heading towards his direction. From the distance, on the chopper that was still in the ground, That other player was also sitted there.
"Troublesome." Alvian muttered. Patting his pockets, he had only two magazines left and if he added up the one in the pistol, that's making three magazines.
"More than enough." Cocking the slide, he was heading to the back of the store when he faintly heard a man's voice say.
"You two, go check on the vehicle. The rest of you, surround the store, I don't want him getting away. And if you sight anything, report immediately! Clear!?" The captain ordered.
"Clear!!!"
Alvian observed the store and realised that all of the edible supplies are all gone. Seems to have been taken away by the survivors.
Rummaging through the empty shelves, "Oh." Alvian casually exclaimed with a smile and he grabbed a pack of gas cans sitting on the shelf.
Placing them on the counter, he softly whistled a soft tone as he took a long rope from somewhere.
There were 9 gas can in the pack. Alvian tore the bindings and then grabbed three cans, tying them up together with the rope he had found.
With a nonchalant expression, he threw the three cans under the vehicle which was already smoking and leaking of fuel.
His whistling continued as he headed into the storage room at the back of store, he entered into the storage room but left the door slightly opened as he peeked through it.
He seized his whistling sound and listened intently with an impassive expression. A few seconds later, Alvian squinted his eyes.
When he heard the sound of boots getting closer and the sounds of pebbles being crushed got more frequent, he grabbed at his Glock, opened the door to the storage room more widely and pointed the slim muzzle of the weapon at the gas can.
It was at this moment one of the six teams, a tall Asian looking man popped his head into one of the larger holes in the walls with his rifle in hand.
He immediately sighted Alvian's pointed weapon and with the corner of his eyes, and his expression fell when he saw the gas cans lying on the floor beneath the car, being coated by the leaking fuel dropping off the vehicle.
It was at this moment he knew... he fvcked up.
"Sh*t! Retreat!!!"
Alvian blinked his eyes as he seem to feel the pleading gaze of the young man, begging him not to pull the trigger.
As though he hadn't noticed anything at all, Alvian impolitely pulled the trigger.
Time seem to pause and in that moment, the bullet pierced through the air, penetrating through the gas cans, creating spark which was Instantly combusted by the gas and then conducted through the leaking fuel, directly into the fuel tank.
"Boom!"
A massive explosion shook the entire store as hot flames overwhelmed the surrounding space.
Alvian had closed the entrance to the storage room quickly in order not to get burned by the flames.
A few seconds later, he came out to a blackened store, almost everything had been engulfed by the flames and were, still burning even.
But it was still a bit bearable. Alvian walked past the store, to the back entrance of the store.
The rest of the team were already attracted to the sound of the explosion therefore, they should have gone back to the entrance of the store. The exit should be clear by now.
Knowing this, Alvian walked calmly to the back exit, unlocking the door, he opened it and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a slight sound.
"I knew you would come here." It was the team's captain, John who had spoken.
He wore a smirk on his face as he pointed his pistol square on Alvian's forehead, standing a few meters away.
Without a change in expression, Alvian walked forwards slowly with a calm expression on his face but his heart was beating wildly. Either from fear or excitement. It was unknown what he was currently feeling. "You shouldn't have come here, alone."
The words hadn't even come out from his mouth when he moved. Instantly, his body seem to want to sway to the left, but then, it abruptly to the right.
"Bang!"
The bullet brushed past his shoulders, almost touching his clothes. With another sway of his body, he seem to defy the laws of motion as he stood still and moved again.
"Bang!" This time though, the bullet tore a piece of clothing at the edge. But this was enough to make Alvian frown.
The captain was definitely not a newbie and was getting used to the technique.
"Bang!"
In the blink of an eyes, Alvian had appeared before the captain and had redirected the pistol upwards, making the bullet brush dangerous past his forehead.
The captain seem to have recognised who he was dealing with. He was quick to react. He immediately smashed his head forwards for a head-butt.
Alvian wanted to scoff. The guy was wearing a freaking bulletproof helmet, he would be stupid enough to receive it.
He ducked to the side, avoiding the head-butt. Using the opportunity, he disarmed the captain and the gun flew a few meters away from them.
Turning his body sideways, the captain suddenly stomped his foot to the ground as he slammed his fist against Alvian's chest.
"Bang!"