The police station's waiting hall was enveloped in an eerie silence, punctuated only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights casting a pale glow over the linoleum floor. Tension hung in the air, thick and palpable, as the walls bore witness to the violence that had transpired earlier. Remnants of the ruthless assault littered the room of broken glass and overturned furniture, remnants of chaos and liberation. With unwavering determination, Leon sought refuge behind a sturdy marble pillar, his grip on his gun unyielding.
A series of ominous thumps reverberated through the hall footsteps drawing nearer. Leon's heart quickened its pace as anticipation coursed through his veins. Peering around the corner, he caught sight of the heavily armed liberated in the distance. Their guns glinted ominously under the harsh lights as they closed in, their focus fixated on their relentless search.
"He must be around here somewhere!"
"Find him!"
As the liberated approached, their determination evident, Leon steeled himself for the impending confrontation. With a swift, calculated motion, Leon emerged from his concealment, unleashing a torrent of gunfire. The element of surprise worked in his favor as bullets sliced through the air, finding their marks with lethal precision. Liberated combatants crumpled to the ground while others scrambled for cover, disbelief etched on their faces.
"Take cover! Quickly!" one of the liberated shouted, urgency lacing his voice.
The waiting hall transformed into a battlefield, a symphony of gunfire and ricocheting bullets. Leon moved with the agility of a seasoned warrior, his instincts honed by years of combat experience. He dodged, rolled, and returned fire, each shot propelling him closer to victory.
The firefight intensified, the echoes of gunshots blending into a cacophony of chaos. Leon's movements became a lethal dance of calculated aggression as he systematically eliminated the liberated one by one.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Driven by desperation, the remaining liberated retaliated with a relentless barrage of bullets. Leon's heart pounded in his chest as he took cover behind a row of chairs, wood splintering as bullets whizzed past, narrowly missing their mark.
Adrenaline surged through Leon once more as he assessed the situation. He knew he couldn't remain on the defensive indefinitely. Gathering his courage and channeling his adrenaline-fueled skill, he formulated a daring plan. With precise timing, he leaped over the makeshift barricade of chairs, unleashing a relentless assault on his enemies.
Gunshots reverberated through the hall, blending with the symphony of chaos. Each shot fired brought Leon one step closer to victory, his movements propelled by a calculated aggression that left the remaining liberated in awe.
"Dut!"
"Dut!"
Silence settled over the hall, broken only by the heavy breaths of exhaustion. Leon stood amidst the aftermath, checking his body and ammunition.
"One full magazine and one-half empty," he noted with grim satisfaction.
"Now let's go free those hostages," Leon declared, determination resonating in his voice.
In the dimly lit basement, whispers hung heavy in the air, laden with tension and fear. Huddled together in a corner, a group of hostages bore the weight of weariness and anxiety on their faces. Time had blurred into an agonizing continuum, and hope threatened to dwindle within their weary souls.
Among them, Emma, a young woman in her early thirties, summoned the courage to shatter the suffocating silence. Her voice quivered as she addressed the group, "We cannot simply sit here, waiting for our fate to unfold. We must find a way to escape or, at the very least, fight back."
Nods of agreement rippled through the group, their eyes reflecting the desperation that had taken root in their souls. Distant footsteps and muffled voices from above served as a constant reminder of the imminent danger they faced. Fearful glances were exchanged and whispered plans began to take shape.
Suddenly, the resounding echoes of gunshots reverberated from outside the building, causing the room to tremble with a surge of adrenaline. The captives instinctively cowered, pressing themselves against the cold, damp walls. Panic threatened to consume them, but within their fear, they clung to the glimmer of possibility that rescue was finally at hand.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Emma, her heart pounding in her chest, turned to the others and spoke with unwavering determination, "Those gunshots might be our only chance. We cannot let this opportunity slip away. If we wish to survive, we must act now."
Fuelled by her words, the group rallied together, their resolve solidifying. They scoured the room for any available weapons, their hands trembling as they retrieved makeshift items a broken chair leg, a metal pipe anything that could serve as a means of defense.
Lucas, a young man, stepped forward, his voice brimming with determination. "We should create a distraction, draw their attention away from the stairs. That might give us a chance to overpower them."
Emma nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting fierce determination. "Lucas is right. We have to be smart about this. Let's gather near the entrance, prepared to strike when they least expect it."
The hostages moved with stealth, forming a loose formation near the basement door. Their hearts beat in synchrony, their breaths shallow with anticipation. Time stretched into eternity as they listened to the commotion outside the shouts, the gunshots, the deafening chaos of a rescue mission in progress.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Then, without warning, the door flung open, revealing a masked gunman. His eyes scanned the room with malevolence, but before he could react, the hostages lunged forward, driven by desperation and a newfound will to survive. Their makeshift weapons found their targets, and a brief yet fierce struggle ensued.
In the midst of the chaos, the sound of approaching footsteps resonated through the basement. The hostages froze, their hearts pounding in their throats. But this time, the footsteps were different hurried, determined, and undeniably those of the rescue team.
A renewed surge of hope coursed through the hostages as they redoubled their efforts, overwhelming their captors just as the first rays of freedom pierced the darkness. The basement was flooded with a blinding light as Leon burst into the room their expressions a mix of relief and determination.
"Are you all okay?" one of the rescuers asked, concern evident in their voice.
"We're saved!" a hostage exclaimed, a sense of victory and gratitude washing over them.
As the room filled with the light of salvation, the hostages fell to their knees, their bodies trembling with a potent mix of exhaustion, relief, and gratitude. Tears streamed down their faces as they realized they had survived the ordeal.
"It seems like you all didn't need my help," Leon remarked, surveying the defeated liberated.
Leon scanned the room and saw thirty hostages, a mix of women, men, and children.
"Is it you alone?" A hostage asked, making all look outside to see.
"Yes," Leon answered plainly
"What do mean, what about the military and the government," The hostages asked hurriedly.
"I don't know, I just choose to save you all," Leon said.
After hearing Leon all the hostages started to get scared and panic.
"Quiet!, We need to leave now. Who is willing to lead everyone out?" he asked, his voice resolute.
All eyes immediately turned to Emma.
"It was Emma. She gave us the courage and the idea to defend ourselves," Lucas stepped forward, pointing to Emma.
"I did what had to be done. I'm no leader," Emma replied, her voice filled with humility.
Emma walked forward, taking her place at the front.
"Emma, what you did was brave. Even if you don't see it, you exemplify what a true leader.
A smile graced Emma's face upon hearing Leon's words.
"Thank you. What is your name?" Emma asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.
"My name is Leon. As you lead everyone out, I will cover you," Leon replied, his tone resolute.
Emma and the others nodded in agreement.
"But what should we do once we're outside? Is the military waiting for us?" Emma questioned, her voice tinged with concern.
Everyone looked at Leon with a mixture of desperation and excitement, awaiting his response.
"I don't know. I'm a solo survivor. I have no information about the military," Leon admitted.
Fear washed over the faces of the hostages as they realized the military might not be waiting for them.
"On our way out, pick up any weapons you can find to protect yourselves," Leon advised, his voice laced with urgency.
"Will we ever meet again?" Emma asked, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Leon's expression turned thoughtful.
"I don't know, maybe," he replied, leaving the possibility open.
"Now, stay low and follow me," Leon commanded, taking charge.
-Killing Level 7 liberated, 70 Force Points-
-Killing Level 8 liberated, 80 Force Points-
-Killing Level 9 liberated, 90 Force Points-
-Killing Level 10 liberated, 100 Force Points-