Transmigrado en Banshee Town

In the brief calm that followed the intense confrontation, behind the pillars Carrie and Hood stopped to change the empty magazine of their weapons. Ethan, for his part, took the moment to change the ammunition tape of his machine gun, leaving aside the empty chain that lay at his feet next to a sea of shiny bushings.

The silence of the place was only interrupted by the metallic sound of the chargers and ammunition adjusting in place.

—The rest should be in the basement, —Ethan thought analyzing the situation.

At least the plan had merged, Hood and Carrie would enter the front, drawing the enemies' firepower to them as Ethan finished them off from behind with the machine gun, now everything was fine, but they had to move fast.

After a quick search, to make sure no one else was in the chapel, the three of them moved into a hallway behind the pulpit, behind the door was a passageway leading to the basement where Rabbit was surely waiting for them.

Looking at the steps that were going down, Ethan took a deep breath and made his way down. Hood followed him, putting a hand on Ethan's shoulder. Carrie held both weapons in her hands and looked back to protect herself from being attacked from behind.

As soon as he reached the bottom steps, Ethan's ears trembled. His gaze quickly drifted away as he saw a dark cylindrical object hitting the wall and bounced off them.

— Son of a pear!

Ethan reacted conditionally and kicking the grenade back, Hood who also reacted very quickly, dragging Ethan's shoulder with force back.

— Pop!

A deafening explosion filled the environment, as the blast wave raised a dense circle of smoke and debris. Desperate screams were heard from the passage; Those who had prepared the ambush were surprised to see the grenade, accurately returned, detonated in the air right in front of them, forcing them to panic back.

Ethan and the others were not much better. Under Hood's pull, they all ended up falling disorderly on the steps. Carrie took the brunt of it: Before realizing it, she felt the weight of both men crushing her, leaving her immobilized. A sharp pain in her back pierced her as she hit the hard stone steps, pulling out an involuntary moan.

In a moment of dizziness, Ethan realized he was pressuring Carrie and quickly got up. He held the light machine gun in one hand and dragged Carrie up with the other.

Hood suppressed his dizziness and pointed his submachine gun at the corner, fearing that some people would run away with weapons, but there was no immediate response, apparently the explosion had also hit them.

Carrie danced towards Ethan, opening and closing her mouth. Ethan could only hear a ringing in his ears and yelled helplessly at him:

— Okay?

— That was a damn grenade! —Carrie yelled too, her red face, who was still hit by the blast wave. — That damn fool.

Desperate, Carrie reached out to Ethan.

— Unhappy bastard, if you want to die buried here I will make your wish come true! —Carrie shouted furiously.

She desperately moved her hands towards Ethan's body. He reached into one of Ethan's pockets looking for something, his face smiled maliciously for a few seconds, when he felt a cold grenade between his fingers.

— Hey Rabbit, go to hell! —she screamed as her finger removed the safety from the hand grenade, and threw it down the stairs.

— Pop!

A few seconds later, a new roar shook the atmosphere, followed by a chorus of desperate screaming. Following the explosion, Hood reacted immediately and moved fast, brandishing an MP5 submachine gun with determination.

—¡Ta-ta-ta!

The submachine gun's mouth threw flames and the bullets shot wildly. His ears were shocked again and he used fire to fight the fire. Ethan, who had regained some of his hearing, also rushed down with his machine gun in his hands.

But when he saw the situation inside, he relaxed his index finger. Around the corner, shattered bodies were lying on the floor. After being hit twice by grenades and others remitted by Hood, the few guards headed west.

He did not know if the lights were blinking because the power lines had been affected by the explosion, the walls were covered in blood and limbs, making them look like the way to hell.

However, Ethan says a sigh of relief. This passage was more than the meters wide and formed a bow, in the place to hide.

Hood and Ethan were leading the way while Carrie covered their ladders, in the end just finding a large empty room and in the end a way door, there must be Rabbit the three of them thought at the same time.

Before advancing they were divided, leaving the shooting line in front of the door, with caution they were placed on the sides, covered by the thick stone walls.

Hood slowly reached out to the door lock, but almost immediately, several shots went through the wood, leaving a trail of splinter-filled holes.

Following Hood's gesture, Ethan fired at the wooden door with the machine gun non-stop, each shot detached large pieces of the door, leaving it destroyed by the strong and continuous shots of the weapon.

Every time his shoulder vibrated, a new bullet hole appeared in the door. While shooting, he adjusted the angle to make sure he covered all the positions inside.

After firing more than a dozen shots, a scream came from inside, but he continued with his own without even flinching.

Seeing the hole in the door, Hood reached into his pocket and pulled out a grenade. Hood pulled the ring and threw the grenade inside without giving his enemies time to respond. Before anything, the three of them bent down, covering their heads.

3…2…1

A new explosion shook the basement. After the explosion, Ethan kicked the wooden door hard, the door, already broken, put up no resistance.

Hood came in after the quickly to review and make sure to neutralize any other threats. Just as he was going to move, he noticed that the pocket of one of the bodies was bulging.

He carefully opened it using the mouth of his weapon; it was a deactivated grenade.

This was how I would do it: Regardless of whether someone was inside one of the rooms or not, you first fired a dozen shots and then threw a grenade.

He didn't know what Rabbit and his men were thinking, wanting to ambush each room like this. Maybe they didn't expect Carrie and Hood to get to them in such a short time.

This wrong decision los was completely trapped, like turtles in a vial.

Going deeper, they found three men in suits who couldn't bear the terror of death approaching step by step and ran out of the room with AR15 rifles.

Ethan was well prepared. With the machine gun in his hands he fired mercilessly, and Hood's MP5 also fired quickly.

Within seconds, everyone who ran out fell to the ground, while dozens of bullet holes appeared in the wall behind them.

After shooting relentlessly all the way, the 200-bullet ammunition chain ran out. He put the M249 machine gun aside and pulled his Beretta off his side.

The three continued walking for a while, until a tall man dressed in a black robe appeared at the end of the hall.

— Watch out! —Carly screamed in terror and backed away.

This fierce-faced priest was wearing a rocket launcher. As soon as he saw Ethan and the others appear, he did not hesitate for a second to activate the weapon on his shoulder.

There was no way to withdraw, and people could not escape the rockets.

That was crazy. Wearing a rocket launcher in a small space without fear that the flame would recoil and burn you to death.

In a life and death situation, he did not hesitate to use all his resources immediately. It was the perfect time to activate his last acquired ability.

[Skill: Combat Concentration]

Instantly, everything around him seemed to slow down as if time itself was under his control. Ethan felt the adrenaline rush through every inch of his body and every movement took on terrifying clarity. His firm hand moved with surgical precision, lifting the pistol with almost mechanical fluidity.

In front of him, the rocket launcher projectile cut through the air with a lethal threat, advancing like a harbinger of destruction. Ethan's eyes focused on the target with superhuman intensity. He could perceive even the smallest turn of the rocket, as if every detail was recorded in slow motion.

With absolute control, he pulled the trigger. The shot rumbled, a brief but powerful sound that cut the tension like thunder. The bullet shot out, spinning with lethal precision, and in a fraction of a second, it hit exactly in the center of the projectile.

The impact triggered a bright and deafening explosion, illuminating the environment like lightning. Metal fragments and smoke spread in all directions as a shock wave shook the ground. Ethan, still with his senses sharpened, threw himself to the side, looking for cover behind a wall destroyed by battle.

The heat of the explosion reached his face, but he didn't let that stop him. His eyes were still alert, searching for the next move, as chaos unfolded around him.

The wave of fire passed, but the smoke and dust did not stop. A coughing sound was heard beside him, and Hood struggled to get up. Carrie lay in a corner, motionless.

— Juriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic!— desoperated cry.-

A roar was heard from inside, and then two tongues of fire flared up in the smoke and followed by a hail of bullets, Hood, trying to cover himself, had no time to react and a bullet hit him in the back, ripping off a tearing scream that cut the air. His body arched from the impact before he collapsed heavily to the ground, his face contracted with pain.

From the dense smoke and dust of the explosion emerged a figure that seemed to come out of a nightmare: an old man with gray hair, disordered and covered in sweat and soot, with machine guns in both hands, was Rabbit, once a powerful criminal reduced to nothing more than crazy.

Her face was full of wounds, some fresh bloodlines descended from her forehead to her cheeks, mixing with stains of dirt and dust. His eyes, illuminated by unnatural light, looked like two burning embers that radiated a mixture of bloodlust and madness shot with frenzy.

However, his walk did not stop; it was as if the explosion had not weakened him, but strengthened him, transforming his pain into pure murderous rage.

Ethan, still parapeted behind the wall, watched each movement, his finger stroking the trigger of his weapon, while the tension in the air became almost unbearable.

—¡Ta-ta-ta!—

The submachine gun in his hand kept firing bullets. After going through the smoke, he was finally able to clearly see the person lying on the ground. He said with an evil smile:

—Come on, hija my, at the time give the pope a hug? —

At one point another only a few empty clicks were heard, the magazines were empty, this was his chance.

— Pop!

Ethan reacted first, turning accurately and pulling the trigger. The 9mm caliber bullet embedded itself in the old man's head, traversing it from side to side with a dry impact. His hands, which held the submachine guns tightly, loosened immediately, unable to respond.

The man's body trembled violently twice before going motionless. His only healthy eye, still open, seemed to stare forward, as if searching for something else.

With a thud, he fell heavily backwards, raising a small cloud of dust when hitting the ground. Ethan got up with the Gap on alert and walked to Hood.

On his back, there was a small hole in his clothes. The bulletproof vest barely blocked the bullet, but a small thread of blood gushed out of the scratch. After standing up, Hood breathed painfully, feeling a heartbreaking pain in his chest, it hurt like hell, at least he must have had a couple of broken ribs.

Ethan turned to Carrie, who had her eyes closed. He quickly put his hand on his nose and confirmed that he was still breathing; he had probably been knocked unconscious by the explosion.

— ¡Slap! —

Ethan slapped her with his backhand. Carrie's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she woke up weakly. With no time for her to adapt, Ethan forced her to stand up. Hood, leaning against the wall, had picked up the MP5 submachine gun from the floor.

—Go and check it —Ethan said, moving the gun with boredom.

Hood también was exhaired. The explosion in such a strange passage had been devastating, as if it had been bombed. All he could darken was a buzz of tinnitus.

Carrie and Hood cautiously advanced toward the silver-haired old man. Seeing him on the ground with his eyes open, Carrie raised her semi-automatic Springfield XD9 pistol, aimed for a moment to vent, but stopped and then lowered the gun.

Carrie knelt on one knee, leaned in front of the body, and kissed her cheek.

—Bye, Dad. We will meet again in hell —whispered.

Then he grabbed Hood's hand and got up. The two looked at each other. Although his expressions were hidden by hoods, his eyes reflected complex emotions. The shadow that covered their hearts dissipated. Hood sighed deeply and hugged Carrie tightly.

Ethan, watching from one side, knew that the person he had just shot was undoubtedly Rabbit, it was all over, for now.

—Hey tortolos, we should go or they want the NYPD to catch us. —Ethan yelled as he walked down the hall. Hood and Carrie continued to support each other.

Under Job's operations, traffic in much of New York fell into extreme chaos. When the police arrived at the scene, they had already fled. Returning to the safe house, Job waited for them with a big smile.

— Damn, take me with you next time! Don't leave me here alone again! —screamed, his voice charged with frustration and relief at the same time.

Without waiting for an answer, he launched himself at them and hugged them one by one with unexpected force, as if trying to make sure they were really there, alive and safe.

The first to be caught in the hug was Ethan, who, although surprised, slapped him on the back with a tired smile.

 Then it was Hood's turn, when he felt the hug, he whimpered with pain when he felt the pressure on his body, forcing him to release a drowned groan. He barely managed to remove his bulletproof vest, exposing a pair of dark bruises on his plexus and slight traces of blood that mixed with sweat on his skin. Fortunately, the warhead had been caught between Kevlar's plates, saving his life, although the impact had left him stunned.

—Wait ... wait, Job. — Hood groaned, breathing short as he tried to sit up, his trembling hands pounding his torso to check that, despite the pain, he could still move.

—Don't worry, you won't die. — Ethan said patting him on the shoulder as he headed to the Bar for a shot of whiskey.

Job, seeing them return, guessed the answer, but still asked:

— And Rabbit, is he dead? —

Carrie nodded, smiling with relief. Job snapped his fingers enthusiastically.

After resting and spending the night in a small celebration, they prepared to return to Banshee Town. Carrie still had a broken family to rebuild, and Hood was to continue to face Proctor.

But upon arrival, the joy of having killed the Rabbit was overshadowed by bad news. Alex Longshadow had disappeared. Everyone knew that meant, Alex is dead.

Proctor's power continued to grow. Witnesses and evidence disappeared during the trial. Soon after, Proctor was released on bail and avoided the charges against him.

Meanwhile in an abandoned underground parking lot in New Orleans, a brutal underground fight was going on. In the center, a man raised his arms in triumph, while the losers were dragged like garbage.

—Hey Chayton, I have news ... Alex did not. They say he is dead.

—Well I think we can go back to Banshee now, this will get fun.