The second pair fight will begin in a couple of minutes.
Now Manfredi and Johnson will bleed the enemy.
Despite the fact that they are both doctors and should not get into a fight, they have
very good fighting skills. And the excellent knowledge gained in one of
the best military medical schools allows them not only to heal, but also to cripple
enemies quite well. So I watched with a calm soul as they entered the arena.
"Marcus, do I
think our medics have retrained as grenadiers?" Ron points
to the screen that shows the medical brothers up close.
"Nope. Instead
of carrying first aid kits and other unnecessary equipment in this
fight, they decided to take a bunch of grenades. And if Max-Tac decides to say that they are not properly equipped, then I will tell them
that the medics just took a few grenades more than usual. It's not
a grenade launcher or a portable mortar." I answer with a smirk and watch Manfredi
juggle grenades.
"They seem to be
adults, but they act like juvenile slackers." Ron sighs and
turns to me. "It's all your fault with your penguins.
"Come on.
But it's fun with us, and we're always ready to break into the enemy's heart. So I don't
understand the essence of your complaints.
"You're the wrong
penguins. They seem to be peaceful and kind, and your guys are scumbags
." Jeremiah says with a laugh and drinks some cognac.
"Jeremiah, look
up penguin teeth on the Internet, and all questions will disappear by themselves." I turn
back to the arena when the gong sounded.
The two medics immediately
adopted an offensive formation in a two-man formation in order to take up a convenient position
for an attack with grenades as much as possible. Their opponents apparently did not expect an attack from the guys,
who mainly work undercover and usually should not get into a fight,
so they lost the initiative. But they showed that it was not for nothing that Max-Tac were considered dangerous guys so despite losing the initiative,
they began to fire effectively, which reduced the movement
speed of Manfredi and Johnson due to the need to take cover.
The medics had to
catch a few bullets, but the armor held up so that despite the loss of pace,
they continued to approach the enemy until they finally reached an invisible line
from which they could confidently work with grenades. Taking up comfortable cover, they took out stun grenades and EMP grenades, and the next second they
began throwing
them at the enemies.
A cacophony of explosions
filled the arena, the Max-Tac fighters had a very hard time. First disorientation,
and then EMP, which hit the implants not weakly, which is doubly
unpleasant for cyberpsychos. Only this was not enough to break Max-Tac. Equipment and implants were able to neutralize most of the damage. Therefore,
they quickly came to their senses and decided to go on the attack, and not wait for frag grenades to fly at
them.
Even though the
implants were damaged and they could not reach full capacity, but even in
this state, they gave a powerful speed boost to the psychic cops. In a couple of moments,
they covered the distance between them and the medics. But at the last moment before
hand-to-hand contact, Manfredi and Johnson threw stun grenades, EMP and smoke
grenades almost at their feet.
The place of the
fight was abruptly swallowed by thick smoke, through which flashes and flashes broke through,
notifying that stun and EMP grenades had been triggered.
"The trap has
slammed shut." I say aloud, causing Roni and Jeremiah to turn in my direction. "
Look. Now there will be a small laser show, and then a fatality.
Medics suddenly appeared from a
thick smoke cloud on both sides and threw two grenades into the center of the
smoke. And then a disco party began there. Laser beams broke
through the smoke, and this continued for several seconds until they disappeared. The medics
threw one scanning grenade inside and, having received the necessary information, ran
inside the smoke cloud. A few short bursts later, and the Medic brothers
reappeared from the smoke screen, only this time each of them dragged
the Max-Tac man into deep sleep.
"And indeed a
laser show. You could even say stunning." Ron laughed.
"Okay. Now
it's my turn. It won't be so bright and colorful, but rough and wild." I get up from
my chair and walk towards the elevator.
When I reach him,
I turn to Ron and Jeremiah and speak.
— Did you know that
penguins are predators? And we are commando penguins are predators squared.
Ron and Jeremiah
start laughing and smiling when they hear this, and I press the shutter button and take the
elevator away.
A quick descent and passage
through the corridor leading to the arena does not take much time, and here I am standing in the center of the
arena under the sight of the cameras and washed by the light from the spotlights. My opponent does not
keep himself waiting long. I approach her, at the same time imperceptibly activating the
chrome, and turn on the forced mode.
"Who I see. Melissa
Rory. I think your mantis blades will be a worthy trophy, and it
must be a pleasure to slaughter fish with them."
"Marcus Berkut.
Today, everyone will see the fall of the archangel when my blades deprive you of your wings.
"No, dear.
It is you who will fall into such an abyss of pain and fear today that even cyberpsychosis will seem like a midsummer night's dream to you
. Enough words. I want your blood!" The tone of
my voice is filled with an aura of incredible thirst for blood and violence.
Melissa Rory unconsciously
recoils on naked instincts and takes a defensive posture. She is like
a cornered animal, grinning and growling. She wants to rush into the attack and
run away at the same time.
"Yes! Be afraid of me!"
I put away my rifle and took out my baton and knife.
Finally, the gong sounds
, and for my accelerated consciousness,
it lasts a very long time. Without even really waiting for it to begin to subside, I rush to attack Mellissa Rory. She also rushes
to attack, and her face is distorted by the roar bursting out.
She
blocks the blow with the baton with the released blade of the praying mantis and tries to shoot at ultra-close
range from the pistol. With the blade of the knife, I take the muzzle of the pistol aside, and the shot
goes into the void. She takes a kick aimed at the knee on the thigh, not
wanting to lose her balance. Using a kind of impulse, she makes a
sharp turn and tries to punch her leg into the body. That was fast. Very fast.
Only this was still not enough against my accelerated reaction to the maximum
. I sharply pull the knife towards me and tilt it,
so that the blade hits directly into the leg rushing into the chest. The knife sinks deep enough into
the enemy's flesh thanks to the excellent sharpening and the fact that
the enemy himself practically impaled his leg on the edge of the knife and with such force that
even the defense does not save. Blood dripped into the arena.
Melissa gritted
her teeth and let out only a suppressed muffled growl. And I was silent. Such monsters
are best frightened by the silence of inexorable death, and excessively loud screams and other
signs of rampage only pleasantly excite, inflaming the fire of rage.
She began to feel.
That sticky sensation of fear and the near breath of death made her remember the long-forgotten
sensation of goosebumps. Silence and pain. It was as if death itself was slowly
tightening its relentless grip. Melissa tried to counter it with
anger and rage. She exploded in a frenzied series of attacks, but they were all
unsuccessful. Dodges, blocks, and counterattacks nullified all her attempts.
It is not easy for me either
. She fights very well, as she proved when,
throwing away the pistol that had become useless, she attacked with two mantis blades at once. I could
just sit on the defensive, and it was much easier than attacking and defending at the same time
. But then I will not achieve the effect of horror that I
need. Therefore, using the implants to the maximum, I attack her, gradually inflicting
unpleasant wounds, while remaining almost without a single scratch.
Gradually
, Melissa began to panic and give in to her instincts more and more. My fighting style, quiet and ruthless,
frightened her. She was used to the fact that it was the emanations of fear coming
from her, and enemies could only get angry from powerlessness. This time she
switched places, and now she is a victim.
With the fury of
a doomed man, she gave herself up to every attack just to wound me and make her feel
that pleasant feeling when her life left her enemy. Let it be just
a drop of blood, let only a tiny drop of life force leave her
enemy. But it will be enough to give her strength and confidence
that the enemy is made of flesh and blood, which means that he can be killed.
Only I did not give
her the slightest chance, realizing that even a small mistake could ruin my
plan. Therefore, despite the growing fatigue and discomfort from the implants working at
full capacity, I continued to press her.
The
climax has come. Melissa rushes to attack and wants to plunge her blades
into my body, no matter what forgets about defense. I intercept her mantis blades with
a knife and a club. Extinguishing the momentum from the attack, I begin to slowly spread her arms to the
sides and head her head.
She gets lost for a moment,
but it's enough for me to make a wrestling throw and slam her to the ground.
I sharply turn her on her stomach with a kick in the side and immediately go down on her back. I press her hands with my knees,
thus depriving her of the opportunity to attack and do
anything. Now she is completely at my mercy.
I put away the baton and
press her head to the ground with my free hand. With the knife in my other hand, I
begin to cut the fasteners and other straps that hold the helmet together. Melissa does not
understand what is happening and is more and more afraid. And I release her from the helmet and
begin to examine.
"You were
beautiful then." I touch the scar on her cheek with the blade of my knife.
"But now you are
so weak and have lost your beauty. Fragile. Dull. Pathetic. I touch her close-cropped hair with
my fingers and sigh with regret. "I'm overwhelmed
with disappointment. I think it's better to free you from such a
meaningless life. It would be a murder for good.
"No!" You are welcome!
Do not! Pray! Don't kill!" Melissa begins to cry and beg for mercy.
She is frightened and
now this fear will never let her go. Her body is shaking slightly, and tears are streaming down
her face. My goal is achieved. But before I have time to remove the knife from her cheek, I
notice on the verge of visibility that some gray figure is striving for me.
I abruptly pull out my
assault rifle with my free hand and manage to point it
at the Max-Tac soldier in a gray jacket and helmet at the last moment, who
is aiming at me from the Crusher.
"Lieutenant Rory."
Status. This freak orders, not paying attention to the fact that by his behavior he
violated all the agreements between TT and Max-Tac.
Representatives of both sides ran into the arena, and we continued to aim at each other.
"I repeat, Lieutenant
Rory. Status. Ignoring the crowd, he repeats his order, but does not
receive any answer.
"She's scared. And
she won't come to her senses soon. Now you'd better put down your weapons before I do to you what I did to
her." I tell him coldly.
"No. You can't break me
. You're just a rat that has grown fangs.
"There's only
one way to test it. My team against your best team. But I can already
say that in this arena, I'll prove to you who the rat is and pull out your
small teeth.
- Big words.
But I agree.
"Five minutes. And
we'll meet again in the arena." Lowering our
weapons, we let each other be dragged aside.
"Marcus! What
are you doing?!" Ron was the first to approach, followed by the rest of my team.
"Ron, I was expecting
something like this. So don't worry. Guys are taking all the stimulants and
stuff. Now they know what to expect from us, and the real
Max-Tac elite will be against us, most of them will be at the level of Melissa Rory,
and maybe even cooler. So let's give it our all." "I give orders, leaving for the
break room allocated for TT.
There, I'm given
a quick check-up and a change of equipment. The rest begin to prepare properly.
Manfredi and Johnson inject each of us with a personalized set of stimulants
and drugs that should increase our power. The rollback, of course, will be strong,
but we can safely remove its consequences afterward, and now we need to show
complete dominance over the enemy, who is also preparing for a difficult
battle.
"Skipper, what are
our chances?" Kowalski asks suddenly.
"None." His
face stretches from my answer, "What did you
expect to hear from me?! Don't be afraid and don't get nervous. This bastard has already shown
that he is afraid of us and me in particular, since he decided to intervene in the fight. They are prey,
and we are predators. Let's slaughter them like cattle. Let's go into the external silence mode. Let
them know fear.
My words
fill the guys with cold determination, and they calmly finish all
their preparations. They already feel like winners. And this feeling
transformed into something truly frightening, that even the aura around us
reeked of the cold of death.
Therefore, when we
all entered the arena together, the audience began to behave quieter, they felt something frightening
and otherworldly. But our rivals, to their credit, only gripped their
weapons tighter.
"Brave wars.
Let's go kill them.
Everyone heard my
words, and silence reigned in the arena. It finally dawned on the elite of Max-Tac that they might not see the dawn. An enemy appeared in front of them,
who saw them as sheep to the slaughter. This awakened various emotions in them, but
they were all negative. The seeds of fear began to germinate, and only the
will of the hardened warriors did not let them lose heart. But this was only to
postpone the inevitable.
The
loud striking of the gong sounded like a memorial bell.
Without any
shouts or commands, we rushed to the attack. Thoughts of shelter and defense went
somewhere far away. We just wanted to kill.
Both sides
used their implants to the fullest and a fight began on the verge of visibility of the
human eye.
Viruses and demons,
bullets and grenades, knives and fists. Everything went to work.
But this was not
a brutal massacre of berserkers. Both sides fought, not forgetting about tactics, and trying to
cover each other and try to expose the enemy to attack.
The Private covered
me with a shield and opened fire on the targets highlighted by Kowalski while I tried to
throw grenades at the enemy. The first two did not work due to the enemy netrunner
who did something with the fuses. One of the grenades was kicked back to us,
but the Private did not fail and returned it to the Max-Tac with a shield strike. The explosion was able to disorient and wound the enemies who had taken cover. At that moment, the leader of Max-Tac swooped down on
us and released the entire
magazine under acceleration. Apparently, he wanted to divert attention to himself and let his men return to the
ranks. He could have succeeded if not for Riko, who also fired several armor-piercing bullets under acceleration
, which inflicted critical wounds on the enemies.
One of them began to choke on blood, and the other could not move because of the
bullet lodged in the spine.
At the cost of
Rico's rifle overheating, we put two of us out of action and now we were only confronted by four.
Four against six. It was a turning point, the beginning of a painful end
for our rivals. But they decided that they would still make us pay
a bloody price for victory.
All locks and
restrictions were lifted, and they decided to attack. All or nothing. Netrunner
unleashed such a wave of viruses and demons that Kowalski could barely cope. The heavyweight,
pulling out grenades, rushed into a suicidal attack on Rico, who could only
shoot back with a submachine gun. He was covered
at the last moment by Manfredi and Johnson. The bullets managed to knock him down, and he did not have time to get back on his feet,
when Rico reached him with a sharp jerk and stuck a knife under his jaw.
Guaranteed death.
The
remaining netrunner and his defender were flanked by Manfredi and Johnson and simply
shot, since Kowalski was able to carry out a successful counterattack through the net and
disable their optics. So they even saw how the bullets began to explode.
The last
survivor was the leader in the gray jacket. He fought with all his might, but it was all in vain.
In the end, while Private and I held him in place, the others simply
surrounded him. Seeing the cannons aimed at him from all sides, he could only
look around like a hunted rat.
"Don't shoot. I
have to break him." "I transmit an order over the internal network and put the rifle behind my
back.
I take out a knife and
go out in front of him. He understands that I want to fight him alone.
Clenching his teeth so
that they seemed ready to crumble, he threw out the Crusher and took out his combat
knife.
The time has come for
the last sacred battle.
Fatigue and pain
went somewhere far away. For both of us, only one thing was important. To defeat the enemy.
We start attacking
each other. Stabbing and slashing knife attacks. Jabs and kicks. Blocks and
dodges.
Unlike
Melissa, he was much more experienced and dangerous. He would have to take risks.
I take the blow of his
knife in my palm. Blood begins to drip on the ground. He smiles. He is happy.
At last, he was able to wound an enemy who seemed invulnerable. Although at the last
moment, the feeling of triumph is replaced by bewilderment. He cannot move properly
. His body does not obey, and some strange feeling of coldness in
his back and neck haunts him.
At the cost of my
palm, I was able to inflict a couple of very strong knife blows to the spine and finally
plant the tip of the knife in the neck area. This is not enough to kill, but
enough to paralyze. Letting him realize this, I pull the knife out of the wound, allowing
him to fall to the ground.
He says something,
but I don't pay attention. I kneel over him and cut off the other fasteners of the visor helmet with a knife along with
the skin. Blood pours from small incisions.
I take off my visor helmet and look into his eyes. Pure horror splashes in them.
"You are my victim and
you will be one for the rest of your life. So that you do not forget this, and others know about it,
I will leave a mark." I grab him firmly by the jaw.
With a knife, I
begin to cut out two letters. TT. First on one cheek, then on the other. In the end
, the forehead remains. On it, I leave especially deep wounds, the initials TT. All that remains is
to do so that they disappear.
"Manfredi, Johnson,
give me the burner and the acid." "They're like faithful acolytes
giving me what I've requested."
Fire and acid will do,
so these scars will never go away. Now the mark of my sacrifice is with him forever.
"We're done."
Leave. "These were the only words from our side that the audience heard
from the beginning of the fight.
In the silence of the
grave, we left the arena. Like predators who have finished their hunt, leaving
only blood, pain, and terror in their wake.
--------------------------------------------Ruth Zeng News Releases
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The live screen
showed how the Archangel squad defeated Max-Tac and what the leader of the TT elite did.
The presenter was
shocked and could not say anything. She was frightened not only by the fact that the best
of the best Max-Tac fighters were defeated, but by the cold cruelty and ruthlessness
with which it was done.
Always cheerful and
energetic, Ruth Zeng was frightened and pale this time. She opened her mouth,
but not a single word left her lips.
Only when
the Archangels left the arena could she only whisper, "Lord, take away their wrath from me...