The once bustling and lively police station street was now empty, littered with discarded food, packages, and burning police cars. Everyone had fled, and not a single person remained to help the trapped officers.
Bang! A sharp bullet shattered the glass, striking the utility pole beside the road!
John paused beside the pole, his gaze sweeping across a nearby building where several cameras seemed to be filming something.
Ignoring the cameras, he dashed into the police station, his form a blur. As he sped by, countless bullets shattered the station's glass doors and remaining windows, climbing swiftly to the second floor.
Just as he reached the second floor, a fist flew towards his chest. John staggered but didn't fall. Instead, he countered with a swift punch, sending the assailant flying.
Entering the second floor, he faced three burly men wearing bear masks.
"Am I late?"
His deep voice echoed as gunfire erupted from below, indicating that some officers were still resisting!
The three men exchanged glances before charging at John. Their heavy, powerful punches whistled through the air, but John deftly dodged them.
The trio exhibited impressive fighting skills, akin to underground fighters, working in perfect sync. However, even the best techniques were futile against absolute power.
After evading their attacks, John struck back. His punches, mere blurs, landed on the men's faces.
Bang, bang, bang! One man collapsed instantly, blood streaming from his nose. The other two managed to block John's punches with their arms, smirking slightly. But John's next move, a fierce uppercut, sent one man flying into the air.
"Ah!"
The man screamed, blood spurting from his mouth. Without pausing, John delivered a side kick to the third man's abdomen.
Splurt! Blood sprayed as the man crashed to the ground. John quickly approached the first man he had kicked, disarming him and delivering a final, neck-snapping kick.
Ensuring all three were incapacitated, John wiped the blood from his mask, scanning the area before heading downstairs.
In the lobby, George scavenged ammo from a fallen comrade, reloading his pistol. The old detective and the black officer fired sporadically from behind cover.
The masked society members had breached the lobby, with many officers falling to the brutal attacks of the monkey mask man. The scene was gruesome.
Bang, bang, bang! Gunfire erupted near the door. George, ready to shoot, saw a shadow dart by and hesitated.
Outside, the terrorists continued firing, reducing the already shattered door to rubble.
"They've gone mad!"
The officer shouted in disbelief. He saw nothing outside but empty streets, no sign of the intruder.
With the door compromised, the monkey mask man ceased his rampage and took cover. He signaled three men wearing pig, chicken, and bird masks to investigate outside.
The shooting inside the station paused as everyone's attention turned to the door. Officers caught their breath while criminals tensed.
Seeing no immediate threat, the monkey mask man grinned and resumed his attack, determined to eliminate the remaining officers.
Despair spread among the police. Soon, officers started falling, shot as they peeked out to return fire.
George noticed the bullets hitting the wall and pulled the officer back just as a bullet struck where he had been.
"Thanks, George!"
The officer, trembling with fear, quickly expressed his gratitude.
Amid the gunfire and screams, George and his comrades exchanged determined glances.
"This is what happens when you mess with the Masked Society!"
The monkey mask man shouted through a loudspeaker, broadcasting his threat. He wanted everyone to know the Masked Society was not to be trifled with.
Their attack on the police station was a display of power, paving the way for their leader, Black Mask, to dominate Gotham's underworld.
Sensing the power within him, the monkey mask man directed his men towards the last of the officers.
Footsteps grew closer. George clutched a grenade, ready to act. Just as the assailants neared, a sudden thud rang out.
Bang! "Ah!"
A scream pierced the chaos. Gunfire resumed, accompanied by more screams.
John's figure darted through the lobby, dodging bullets. Grabbing the nearest attacker, he hurled him into a group of enemies.
The flying body was riddled with bullets, blood spraying everywhere. John then delivered lightning-fast punches to the stunned criminals.
The newcomers had no time to react before John's fists smashed into their chests, sending them sprawling.
(End of Chapter)