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...