The streets were always tense when the police bells rang, and for criminals like Rushian, it was like nails on a chalkboard. "Martin, you freakin' suck," Rushian spat, his voice dripping with venom. "But don't worry, this won't end until you're dead. I'll make sure you face it roughly and massively."
Rushian's gang was ready for war, and they charged forward, guns blazing. The police were caught off guard, but they quickly regrouped. "If you hand over yourselves to us, I'm sure no more blood will flow again," a police officer shouted.
Rushian laughed. "Fuck you, are you gonna give us rewards or, are you gonna give us candies? We're gonna die with you here," Rushian sneered.
The police sniper wasn't afraid. "Okay, if you want to shower bullets today, I won't refuse you from." He shot one of Rushian's men instantly in the head.
"Guys, one more last chance," the police shouted.
"Screw your mothers," Rushian growled.
The exchange of bullets was like a deadly dance, with both sides refusing to back down. But the police were better trained, and they started to pick off Rushian's men one by one.
Rushian knew they were outmatched. He came up with a plan, and shouted to his men, "Guys, we're gonna die here, right. But how will our souls rest in peace when the man who did this to us is still alive and enjoying life? I think one of us should go and extend the revenge and also assist my son in his future mafia and illegal life."
His men agreed, and they sacrificed themselves to save Fred, Rushian's most trusted man. Fred ran, tears in his eyes, as his friends fell around him. "My family is gone, because of you, Martin," he whispered. "But I swear to make your life a living hell one day in the future."
The police closed in, and Rushian knew it was the end. He charged forward, guns blazing, and managed to kill six officers before he was shot by the SWAT sniper.
Fred escaped, his heart filled with revenge, and his eyes fixed on Martin. The war was far from over.
As Fred ran, he could hear the sound of sirens in the distance, getting louder and louder. He knew he had to get out of there, fast. He hailed a taxi and jumped in, giving the driver a address in a seedy part of town.
The driver looked at him suspiciously, but Fred handed him a wad of cash, and the driver nodded, speeding off into the night.
Fred sat in the back, his mind racing. He had to get out of the country, lay low for a while. But he would never forget the man who had killed his family, his friends. Martin would pay, oh yes, he would pay.
The taxi dropped him off at a dingy bar, and Fred slipped inside, disappearing into the shadows. He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag as he thought about his next move.
He would need a new identity, a new life. He would need to get out of the country, and he would need money. But he had a plan, a plan to get all of those things, and more.
Fred took a sip of his drink, feeling a sense of determination wash over him. He would make Martin pay, and he would make him suffer.
As he sat there, sipping his drink, Fred couldn't help but think about Rushian's son, Dan. He was a young kid, but he was already showing signs of following in his father's footsteps. Fred knew he had to get to him, had to make sure he was safe.
But he also knew that Dan would be a key player in his plan for revenge. He would be the one to carry on Rushian's legacy, to make Martin pay for what he had done.
Fred finished his drink, and stood up, ready to start his new life, ready to start his plan for revenge. The game was on, and Martin was about to become the biggest target of Fred's life.
The streets were dark, and the shadows were long, but Fred was ready to walk into the night, ready to take on whatever came his way. He was a man on a mission, a man with a plan, and a man with a score to settle.
And as he walked away from the bar, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The war had just begun, and Martin was the enemy.
Fred's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and he disappeared into the night, ready to take on whatever came his way. The game was on, and Martin was about to become the biggest target of Fred's life.
The city was a dark and scary place, but Fred was not afraid. He was ready to face whatever came his way, ready to take on the world.
And as he walked away, the sound of the police sirens faded into the distance, and the city was quiet once again, but for how long?