Gunfire erupted, a relentless storm of bullets tearing through their hiding place. The walls were riddled with holes, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder. Shattered glass from the windows rained down, heightening the tension in the room.
"Damn it! Their firepower is too strong!" Su Man shouted, dodging a barrage of bullets while returning fire. A single precise shot took down an enemy.
Cheng Mo rolled to the side, drawing his combat knife with a cold smirk. "We can't just sit here and take the hits. We need to find a way to break through."
Li Chuan observed the battlefield with an icy gaze, locking onto a distant high-rise. "The sniper is still in position. We can't move until we take him out."
Shen Qiu rapidly manipulated his tablet, pulling up surveillance feeds from nearby buildings. He pointed at the screen. "Sniper spotted—twelfth floor, left-side window."
"Leave it to me." Cheng Mo took a deep breath before vanishing into the shadows, swiftly making his way toward the stairwell.
Meanwhile, the Executors maintained their relentless assault. Equipped with night vision scopes, they advanced methodically, their silenced weapons turning the battlefield into a silent death trap.
The Executors closed in, their movements precise and disciplined, tightening the encirclement like a noose around their prey. Each step was soundless, each motion practiced—a squad of seasoned killers.
"They're professionals," Su Man muttered through gritted teeth.
Li Chuan swapped to a suppressed handgun, his voice low. "Even the best hunters… can still become prey."
Using his hacking skills, Shen Qiu disrupted the enemy's communication network, creating a temporary signal blackout. The slight delay in their coordination gave them a small but crucial advantage.
Then—
A sharp scream echoed from the sniper's nest.
Cheng Mo had successfully infiltrated the sniper's hideout under the cover of night. Staying low, he moved through the dimly lit room, his combat knife glinting coldly in the darkness.
The sniper reacted swiftly, drawing his pistol, but Cheng Mo was faster. Twisting to the side, he evaded the shot before driving his blade straight into the man's throat.
"Sniper down," Cheng Mo reported over comms.
Li Chuan's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Good. Time to break out."
With the sniper eliminated, the Executors momentarily faltered.
Seizing the opening, Li Chuan and his team struck with precision, neutralizing enemies one by one before making a dash toward the alleyway.
Su Man fired while moving, providing cover. "Where to next?"
Shen Qiu marked an escape route on his tablet. "There's an abandoned subway station three blocks away. We can lose them there."
Li Chuan nodded. "Move."
They sprinted through the dark alleyways, the Executors in hot pursuit.
"Targets heading west. Requesting reinforcements," one of the Executors murmured into his comms.
A calm voice responded through his earpiece. "Approved. Engage in full pursuit."
Within moments, several black SUVs roared into the streets. More heavily armed assassins disembarked, swiftly locking down all possible escape routes.
Li Chuan's gaze flicked back, his eyes turning colder. "They're doubling down. They want us dead at all costs."
Su Man reloaded her magazine, inhaling deeply. "No matter how many they send… we fight our way through."
In his office at Skyline Tower, Li Feng watched the battle unfold on multiple screens.
His voice was quiet, yet filled with amusement. "Li Chuan… how long can you keep running?"
Behind him, a shadowy figure let out a soft chuckle. "Relax. They won't escape."
Li Feng lit a cigar, exhaling a swirl of smoke. A slow, knowing smile played on his lips—he could already see the endgame.