Ethan, knowing all this, remembered his past. He grew up in India, now a leading force within the United Earth Government. This was due to Indian soldiers performing exceptionally well on the alien battlefield. The strong were granted extra rights in the Human Council, and, in fact, one third of the leaders in the Zanlian Federation were of Indian origin.
Ethan trained as the best of the best, becoming the hitman in the shadows for the President of the United Earth Government. His skills were unmatched, his resolve unshakable. As he stared at the flair signal glowing in the distance, a shine of clarity filled his eyes. The alliance was calling him to join them.
Despite his mission, Ethan believed in giving people a chance to redeem themselves. He wrote a small, resolute sentence on a board and lit up a flair. The leaders, seeing the signal, investigated the area and found the note on the board. It read:
**"Two choices - Leave Gun Game and fight for humanity or die by my bullets."**
The message was clear, a stark ultimatum to the alliance leaders. They now faced a pivotal decision. As they deliberated, Ethan prepared for whatever response might come. He knew that this moment could shape the future of humanity's struggle in the Zanlian Federation.
Ethan's memories of India, the pride of his heritage, and the weight of his mission fueled his determination. The alliance leaders, now aware of the threat and opportunity before them, had to decide quickly. Ethan's ultimatum was not just a threat; it was a call to action, a chance for redemption, and a testament to the resilience and hope of humanity.
The alliance called another meeting. Heated arguments flew around the room, echoing off the walls of the hidden bunker. Chinese and Italian soldiers yelled out in rage, their faces red with emotion.
"This is madness!" shouted a Chinese officer, slamming his fist on the table. "We should leave the Gun Game and fight for humanity. Ethan is too dangerous. He's a legend!"
"Are you afraid of one man?" retorted an Italian soldier, his eyes blazing with anger. "We have the numbers and the firepower. We can take him down. We stay and fight!"
"Staying means certain death!" the Chinese officer snapped back. "He's already killed dozens of our best. How many more must die before you see reason?"
"We can't back down now," argued another leader, his voice firm. "Leaving will show weakness. We eliminate Ethan, and we regain control."
The room was divided, the tension palpable. After a lengthy, heated debate, the final decision was made: eliminate Ethan at all costs.
One Chinese leader barked orders to his men, his voice ringing with authority. "Gather all armaments! We launch a search and destroy mission immediately. We will hunt Ethan down and end this once and for all!"
Suddenly, the glass window exploded with a deafening crack. A heavy sniper round blasted through, and the Chinese leader's head erupted like a watermelon, spraying blood and brain matter across the room. Chaos ensued as everyone ducked for cover.
Far away, Ethan lay prone on the roof of a distant building, peering through the scope of his Barrett M95 sniper rifle. He smirked, whispering to himself, "I can read your lips. You were a dead man walking the moment you decided to fight me."
The leaders, now in disarray, scrambled to regroup, their fear palpable. Ethan's message was clear: he was watching, and he was always one step ahead. The hunt was on, and the alliance was running out of time.
Those who chose to escape had amassed significant battle points, enough to purchase their exits with ease. Some had reached the 100-kill threshold, while others had both achievements. As soon as they selected the option, their handphones emitted a gentle glow, and they were teleported from the planet.
Those who left the bunker to fight were a diverse group from various countries. Among them were individuals of criminal origins like yakuza and Western gangsters. There were also dictator's personal soldiers and trained assassins, each with a lethal skill set honed over years of ruthless combat.
Ethan, perched at a distance with his Barrett M95, took advantage of the chaos. He fired relentlessly, each shot delivering death with pinpoint accuracy. The windshields of cars bloomed with blood flowers as his bullets hit their marks. Screams of terror and death echoed through the air, a symphony of violence orchestrated by Ethan's steady hand.
"Got another," Ethan muttered as he chambered another round. Through his scope, he saw the panic on their faces, the realization that escape was futile.
"Move! Move!" one gangster yelled, desperately trying to get his car started.
Ethan's next shot shattered the windshield, and the gangster's head exploded in a burst of red. More screams followed.
"He's picking us off like flies!" a yakuza member shouted, trying to rally his men. But Ethan was relentless, each shot finding its target.
A trained assassin tried to make a run for it, zigzagging to avoid the sniper's sight. But Ethan anticipated his movements, and with a calculated shot, dropped him in his tracks.
One by one, Ethan killed those he could. The ground around the bunker was littered with bodies, the once formidable fighters now reduced to lifeless forms. Some managed to escape, their vehicles disappearing into the distance, but many were dead, victims of Ethan's unerring aim.
Ethan took a moment to survey the carnage. His breath was steady, his eyes cold and focused. The alliance was in shambles, their unity shattered, and those who remained would soon understand the true meaning of fear.
In the following days, those who had escaped lived in constant fear. One by one, they were picked off by Ethan, his relentless pursuit giving them no respite. The fear of death by his sniper rifle grew unbearable. Ethan's precise shots left gruesome scenes—brains exploded, limbs blasted off, and bodies torn apart.
Eventually, even the most battle-hardened warriors decided it was time to leave. Realizing it was better to die serving Mother Earth than to face a gruesome death by a sniper, they chose to exit the game. As each pressed the button on their handphones, a gentle glow enveloped them, and they were teleported away from the gun game.
Ethan continued his hunt until he saw the last man, bleeding and desperate, pressing the button and disappearing in a glow of light. Beside him was Isabella "Silver Shadow" Morano, a female assassin who had been captured by Ethan as she tried to escape. Her hands were bound, her face a mixture of defiance and fear.
Ethan approached her and freed her hands. "Leave, Silver Shadow. We can settle the debt later. Right now, I want you to fight for Earth," he said, his voice firm yet filled with a strange sense of camaraderie.
Isabella looked into Ethan's eyes, saw the determination there, and nodded. She pressed the button on her handphone, and a glow enveloped her. As she disappeared, she whispered, "We will meet again, Hunt."
Ethan watched as the last of his enemies left the game. His mission was finally over. He pressed the button on his handphone, and a gentle glow surrounded him. The world around him faded, turning black. Ethan felt a sense of relief mixed with anticipation for the battles yet to come. The gun game had ended, but the fight for Earth was just beginning.