"Come in, squad 2b... What is the situation..." Marx could not help but smile. It was just a shame though. They knew nothing about the enemy. He stared at the twenty bodies blankly and bent to pick one communication device.
"Situation at squad 2b critical. Squad 2b all wiped out... Send the next victims to the Angel of death so I can give them a seamless death..." Marx spoke to the communication device.
" Son of a b*tch! I will make sure to kill you fucking as**ole! Lemme get down there..." Marx could not mistake the voice. It was probably a general. Marx could easily get over insults sent directly at him but when it came to his family...
Especially not his mother. Just who did the general think himself to be to qualify to call his mom a b*tch. That was one ticket to hell earned by a few words. The communication device started producing a scratching sound having lost connection.
Marx did not hold back too. He could tell that they were going to come at him at full force. Just a better way to end this quickly. He also discarded his communication device and headed towards the stairs.
If one could see his face, one could see the serious and focused gaze. He did not even stray from the straight line as the gun materialized in his hands fully charged. He did not even pause to check as he tuned the power to 90⁰.
Then he placed his finger on the trigger as the gun rested on his shoulder comfortably. He activated night vision and scanned for the next group. It was just as expected. Over 70 virtual figures appeared on the screen.
They all were coming in groups of three. They were more than 200 meters away but they were approaching steadily and he was climbing faster than them. The only disadvantage they had was that they could not scan for him using thermal radiation while he could.
This was to mean they would be holding fire waiting for him to appear in their screen. He would not appear and he would have the element of surprise once again. He was not going to waste a bullet though. It was going to be one shot one kill. No rekill accepted.
The stairs were not lit brightly but had a dull light that appeared like breaking of dawn or setting in of darkness. Thus when they were 100 meter away from each other, Marx found it easier to aim at them and pulled the trigger.
The gunshots were almost silent. Due to the distance, it was impossible for the other group to hear him fire. He shot three times and and the same number of bullets tore through the air.
The three leading just saw three streaks of red lights that shot at their chest. Even those behind them saw nothing. The three leading lost their footing and fell down rolling forward.
Three more bullets shot through the air and when the second group saw them, they tried to alert the others but they failed. They lost their footing and then rolled forward. The other seemed to realize what was happening and the three ahead opened fire.
It was then all of them knew that they were under attack. The only downside to this formation was that only those in lead could shoot. Already, the first six had died. Their bullets stranded, aimed at nothing and shot recklessly.
They then too dropped dead as a bullet pierced through their chest each killing them. They rolled forward and before the fourth group could take action by starting shooting it was already too late. Their reaction was not slow but they hesitated for a second which was the cause for their deaths.
They too dropped dead and the fifth group fired immediately. They were now crossing the distance and were about fifty meters from each other. Who knew how many bodies had fallen by then? But saying thirty was not an exaggeration.
They could not quite understand how none of their bullets hit the target yet only one bullet was enough to kill them. But how could the bullets hit Marx when he already knew exactly where it could hit. How could they even guess that he was shooting from a higher point than they could think to point their guns.
The general wanted to ask for retreat but retreating when they were in cross-fire was nothing but throwing your life away. Especially when the enemy was not even relenting for a split second. This battle was somehow frustrating.
Everytime a read streak appeared, a person would drop dead the next instant. The stairs were now coated with blood in some steps. Everything seemed to pause for a second as a black masked figure appeared before them almost 20 meters away.
The person was holding a gun pointing it at them. His left hand seemed to tune something on the gun until it reached the maximum possible degree. The person then pulled the trigger releasing a blue bullet.
Its only difference with the red ones was that this one was slightly larger than the normal ones. But non of them could associate them with super powerful almost as their best bombs. The bullet seemed to evade each of them but it fell in the middle of them all.
Marx had scanned for their radiation and he had found their formation. At the moment, there were around only 50 of them remaining. Their formations seemed to have been designed to get wiped out by his super bullets. He tuned the gun to 360⁰.
He traced the trajectory using the night vision making sure that it could not get blocked on its way to the centre of the formations. The bullet hit the stairs and released the same blue glow and web-like cracks appeared.
Marx did not wait as he took steps downwards. The guards stared at the glow wondering what it was. Was it supposed to poison them? They looked back at the kid and they found the dark masked figure gone.
Some had an ominous premonition and they luckily jumped away but the slow ones did not stand a chance as the bullet exploded. The stairs were quite sturdy because only the steps were chipped and blown away. But that one single explosion took thirty more lives.
To think that it was a teen treating their lives this way. Taking them down one after the other. Those who did not react when the bullet exploded had missing organs but dead. Those closer to the explosion were turned into vapourized blood.
That was not all because in a few seconds, the Angel of death appeared to fulfil his promise. Those who were struggling to stand up only fell face first as the bullets pierced through them.
What they were facing now was lack of stepping place because most of the stairs had been flattened. It took too much to help one stand but standing was a purchase of a death ticket as a bullet would pierce into you.
All of a sudden, it was only the general who was left standing. He was not shot immediately as Marx gave him time to digest the results of his arrogance. The general looked at all the bodies with eyes filled with disbelief.
This was something utterly impossible. There were almost 200 of them just a few minutes ago but they were now reduced to ony two. The number 10 scientist was actually nowhere to be found. The general could only lament his ignorance.
Had they not taken her for an amateur of military techniques? Didn't they think that that was not her suit? Had they not ignored her simple advice for them to be careful? Even if her first formation had failed, it was clear that she had put thought into it.
He was a battle veteran yet he had just lost all his men to a brat. All those years he trained and strived for his position as a general which he succeeded yet a brat who could not even reach an eighth of his age had destroyed it all in minutes.
He watched the boy approached him and stood next to him. If the general could see into his eyes, they were still and emotionless such that one could not think that he was the one who had massacred all his 200 men. The general suddenly started clapping and started laughing.
The laugh was self depreciating and and his laugh turned into a sob. The sob sounded like a laugh but even Marx acknowledged it. He felt the pain in that sob but he did not care. This was the man he needed to kill more than anything.
This was second time he was having a reason to kill. The general had insulted his mother. Marx raised his fist and activated the middle nozzle shooting at the head. No fancy words or warnings. The general died with the same thoughts as everyone else.
Not proud to kill... Does not hesitate... Wearing a black suit... Who else was worthy of taking his life if not one of the elites? He dropped dead knowing he had met a great elite. If only they knew that Marx did not even know who these elites were. They would want to redo their death and die angry...
Marx scanned for the number 10 but he did not find her in the vicinity. He gave up on her as he walked back to the room to get Jerry. He felt his heart very light. He felt like he could redo the battle better than he did. He was still a noobie in life and death battles with humans.
This could be termed to be him seeking knowledge and experience. If he had the experience, he would have ended the battle easily and quickly. But he had no regrets. He would soon reach the level where he could fight without him moving an inch.
One could ask why he kept letting the lady go but the answer was simple. He knew that she could bring him problems in the future but was he not after problems? He needed to garner experience and she would do a perfect job laying the foundation for him.
He knew that once she was out there, she would spread news about him and he would be a wanted man. As a wanted man, they were going to send mercenaries after him so as to eliminate him. He was excited that he would be having fun...
Maybe only he would think being a wanted man was a fun thing. Many would pay even billions just to get their names from the wanted list but he was finding ways to get himself in the wanted list. Angering the Empire.
Though, he did not want to expose his face to them. The system had a way of protecting his face from cameras such that an image taken without his consent was nothing but a blur.
He opened the entrance and he removed the suit. He was only left with the pants and boots. From his backpack, he removed a white t-shirt and put it on...