As Ethan shakes his head to clear the dizziness, a persistent buzzing rings in his ears, a reminder of the explosion that rocked the car moments ago. He winces as he feels the sting of superficial wounds, blood trickling down from cuts and scrapes.
With trembling hands, he reaches for the door handle, but his heart sinks as he realizes the lock is deformed from the impact, refusing to budge. Panic sets in as shots ring out from a nearby building, bullets pinging off the reinforced armor tied to the driver's side door.
Thinking quickly, Ethan's fingers close around the grip of the shotgun, his hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. With a deep breath, he takes aim at the lock and hinges of the stubborn door.
BAM! The blast reverberates through the air as the lock shatters into a thousand pieces, the hinges buckling under the force of the explosion. With a swift motion, Ethan wrenches the door from its frame, using it as a makeshift shield as he charges towards the safety of the tower.
With bullets whizzing past his makeshift door shield, Ethan sprints towards the towering structure, his heart pounding with each step. As he reaches the door, he slams his shoulder against it with all his might, the door swinging open with a resounding bang.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, Ethan releases the car door and raises his shotgun, ready to confront any enemies lurking inside. But to his relief, the interior of the tower is empty, devoid of any immediate threats.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ethan moves swiftly to a nearby alcove, taking cover near the door. With trembling hands, he retrieves a painkiller injection from his pack and administers it to his injured shoulder, the soothing relief washing over him as the medication takes effect.
As he catches his breath, Ethan's mind races with thoughts of what lies ahead. The tower offers a momentary reprieve from the chaos outside, now it was time for the next stage of the plan.
Ethan ascends the spiral staircase of the tower with purpose, his determination unyielding despite the constant barrage of gunfire echoing in the confined space. Bullets whiz past him whenever his silhouette appears in the windows, a constant reminder of the danger that surrounds him.
Reaching the top, Ethan takes cover behind a sturdy structure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surveys the landscape below. With a steady hand, he raises the flare gun to the sky, the brilliant burst of light casting long shadows over the surrounding area
From his elevated vantage point, Ethan can see a 360-degree view of the terrain, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. In the distance, he spots enemy vehicles approaching, their engines roaring as they kick up clouds of dust into the air.
Gritting his teeth, Ethan knows that he'll have to be prepared for whatever comes next. But it's not just vehicles that catch his eye. In the windows of buildings far away, gunmen stand poised and ready, their weapons glinting in the sunlight as they take aim.
He slowly takes a deep breadth and takes out his AK47 as he places his rifle on the edge of the windowsill. He eyes the incoming vehicles like a grim reaper.
In the tense atmosphere of the enemy car, tension mounts as the occupants discuss their high-stakes mission. "Get that bastard! The bounty is huge! Boss is going to promote whoever kills him as party leader!" one of the men declares, his voice tinged with determination.
Meanwhile, the driver nonchalantly smokes a cigarette, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of their elusive target. Suddenly, chaos erupts as a shot rings out from the tower, shattering the tranquility of the moment.
In an instant, the driver of the car beside them is struck by the deadly bullet, blood splattering across the windshield in a gruesome display. The car veers out of control, flipping and crashing in a maelstrom of twisted metal and shattered glass.
Panicked shouts fill the air as the occupants of the car scramble to safety, their adrenaline-fueled instincts kicking into overdrive. But their ordeal is far from over. In the distance, another vehicle screeches to a halt as their driver is felled by another shot from the tower.
"He has a sniper weapon! Hide and take cover!" one of the men yells, his voice tinged with fear as they flee from the deadly onslaught. But even as they seek refuge behind their vehicle, tragedy strikes once more, as one of their own is mercilessly cut down by a well-placed bullet.
Amidst the chaos and carnage, the burly man's voice booms with incredulity. "Fokin hell! Who the hell is this guy!? How can he shoot someone so far away in a moving vehicle so accurately!?" His words hang heavy in the air, a testament to the sheer disbelief that grips them all.
The driver, trembling with fear and adrenaline, watches helplessly as his cigarette falls from his trembling lips. "A demon... We have never faced so many casualties before! I say we should retreat," he stammers, his voice quivering with fear.
But the burly man will hear none of it. With a swift slap to the driver's face, he pulls him close, his eyes blazing with fury. "Idiot! Do you think the boss is any less of a demon! He would chop our heads off! Just get up and start shooting!"
With a reluctant nod, the driver slowly rises, crouching behind the car as he lights another cigarette. But before he can even take a puff, tragedy strikes once more. The burly man's head explodes in a spray of blood and gore as a bullet shatters the glass windows of the car, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake.
The driver's hands tremble as he tosses the now-bloodied matchstick and cigarette aside, his resolve hardening as he grasps two Thompson submachine guns in his hands. With a primal roar, he unleashes a hail of bullets towards the tower, his fear giving way to a desperate determination.
But fate has other plans. Another shot rings out, a deadly ray of death slicing through the air with lethal precision. The driver's body jerks violently as the bullet finds its mark, tearing through his forehead with brutal force. With a gaping hole in his head, he crumples to the ground.