In the skies behind, a helicopter hovered, while in front of a church, a sniper took aim. Ronan was caught in a crossfire, but he didn't flee recklessly. Even with legs as fast as they could carry him, he couldn't outrun the helicopter's searchlight.
Fortunately, this was a city of undulating buildings.
Bang—
The sniper rifle fired again, leaving a gaping hole in the rooftop just half a meter away.
Ronan used the uneven rooftops for cover and sprinted towards the location of the sniper.
He needed a long gun, something to give him a fighting chance! Danger loomed like a shadow, and Ronan's speed reached its peak. He suddenly changed direction in his sprint.
Rat-a-tat-tat—
On the helicopter, a Gatling gun spat flames, shattering countless roof tiles.
Over the radio, Judy let out a curse. The man's ability to change direction was too uncanny, defying logic!
Matt Graves was in another helicopter not far away, and he transmitted through the radio, "He's growing too fast, take him down!"
Bang—
The sound of the sniper rifle echoed once more.
Monroe's voice crackled over the radio, "I can't lock on! I can't lock on! He's more agile than a rabbit!"
Matt Graves adjusted his firearm, preparing to take matters into his own hands.
Utilizing the cover of two elevated rooftops, Ronan approached the sniper's position. He saw the sniper still breathing, Glock in hand, he fired two shots, blowing apart the sniper's head. He rushed forward, grabbed an AUG assault rifle, and with a powerful push of his legs, leaped toward the next rooftop.
Sniper rounds whizzed by, almost grazing his body! As soon as he landed, without a moment's pause, he rolled and tumbled over the wall.
Amidst a cacophony of gunfire, Ronan fell to the ground, crashing through the roof of a low shed, sending the chickens inside scurrying out.
Searchlights flashed nearby, and Ronan didn't linger. Ignoring the scrapes on his hands and legs, he got up and ran.
The second round of bullets quickly followed, tearing apart the courtyard! Ronan burst into a building, smashed through a rear window, and jumped out.
Bang, bang, bang!
Bullets hit the nearby walls.
On another helicopter, someone fired an automatic rifle towards the ground. Ronan curved his run, firing shots into the sky as he went.
His marksmanship was exceptional, and luck was on his side. One bullet struck near the helicopter's pilot seat. The pilot from the Tijuana Police Department, not a CIA agent after all, immediately ascended, even ignoring Matt Graves' shouts.
In Tijuana, opportunities to make money were abundant, but life was precious.
Matt Graves could only shout into the radio, "Judy, force him out!"
Judy piloted the helicopter herself, aiming once more at Ronan's location. The Gatling gun unleashed another barrage.
This Ronan was more agile and unpredictable than a rabbit. Even if there were a group of rabbits on the ground, she'd have taken them all down.
The helicopter's searchlight illuminated a wide area. Judy, from her vantage point, could see clearly. Every time she prepared to shoot, Ronan would abruptly change direction, evading the Gatling gun's trajectory with car-like speed.
Judy maneuvered the helicopter, and the Gatling gun opened fire again.
On the ground, Ronan tumbled and rolled, turned a corner, and before he could catch his breath, he stomped his foot against the corner's wall, propelling himself horizontally.
Bang—
Still, the lethal caliber sniper bullets whizzed past, this time even closer, generating a high-speed airflow that caused pain to shoot through Ronan's legs!
Unbeknownst to him, he arrived on the wide main street!
A little over a hundred meters ahead stood the tallest building for kilometers around—the church!
As soon as Ronan hit the ground, he rolled and changed direction, evading the second bullet. Taking advantage of the helicopter's delay in repositioning, he sprinted towards the church!
In that moment, he was like a cheetah in full stride!
His predator's alertness allowed Ronan to once again evade the sniper bullet in advance, pinpointing the accurate location of his prey!
As the observer saw Ronan rapidly closing in, he immediately yelled, "Monroe, retre—"
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—
The sound of continuous gunfire from the AUG rifle filled the air. The observer took a bullet to the head and collapsed!
Monroe remained as steady as a rock. He squeezed the trigger again. The gunshot echoed, but the target had disappeared from his scope.
Ronan continued his diagonal sprint. He fired the last bullet from the AUG, hitting Monroe in the forehead. Monroe fell onto his partner's body.
In the background, the helicopter executed a tactical turn, its nose aligning with the main street. Judy's hand hovered over the button, and the Gatling gun's barrel began to spin.
Ronan's footsteps never ceased as he tossed away the AUG and charged towards the church's entrance!
This distance of less than forty meters marked the boundary between life and death!
Had this been before he gained his heightened agility, on this exposed street, Ronan would undoubtedly have met his end!
At this very moment, Ronan was like a lightning-fast cheetah!
He rocketed toward the church!
With the helicopter's position adjusted, Judy pressed the firing button, and the Gatling gun unleashed its fiery tongues.
Almost simultaneously, Ronan leaped with all his might, like a leopard pouncing on its prey. He dove into the church, rolling to the side.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—
Dozens of bullets flew towards the church entrance, scattering debris everywhere. Walls, columns, and statues were all marked by fist-sized craters.
The church was sturdy enough, but Ronan didn't stop. He got up, raced up the stairs, and pulled a piece of jerky from his pocket, shoving it into his mouth to replenish his energy.
This intense sprint had taken a significant toll, and his stomach protested.
Reaching the rooftop, he found two CIA agents' bodies and a .50 caliber TAC-50 sniper rifle.
Ronan kicked away the body of the CIA sniper and lifted the sniper rifle!
Although he had never used one before, his familiarity with firearms as a private first class was enough to allow him to wield it competently.
As the helicopter just ceased its firing, Judy suddenly had a bad feeling. Years of training instincts kicked in, and she instinctively started pulling the helicopter up.
With bullets flying all around him, Ronan charged forward. He was after that large-caliber sniper rifle!
The information from the curved blade confirmed that tonight's trap was meticulously set by the CIA, aimed squarely at taking his life.
Ronan was willing to risk great danger to rescue Demona because she had helped him.
However, this didn't mean he wanted to die!
The helicopter hovering above the street was a massive target. Ronan aimed quickly and pulled the trigger. Then, he worked the bolt to chamber the next round and fired a second shot!
The high-powered, large-caliber sniper bullet pierced the helicopter's glass with a loud crack, wreaking havoc on countless electronic components before exiting on the other side.
The helicopter was on the brink of losing control when the second bullet pierced through the pilot's seat glass, traversed Judy's chest, and shattered the seat behind her. Judy passed away noiselessly and without any sign of pain.
Ronan shifted his aim, preparing to target the second helicopter, only to realize that the sniper rifle's magazine was empty.
The rifle used a five-round magazine.
As Ronan searched for a replacement magazine, the helicopter piloted by Judy spiraled out of control, spinning toward the ground.
On the elevated position behind, another helicopter, Matt Graves' voice boomed through the radio, "Judy! Judy..."
No response.
Then, Matt Graves yelled again, "Monroe! Monroe!" He shouted to the observer, "John! John!"
Still, there was no response.
Matt Graves continued shouting, "Andrei! Andrei? Curved Blade! Curved Blade..."
The five elite subordinates, all at least private first class in rank, remained silent.
"How is this possible? How is this possible?"
Even someone with Matt Graves' strong mental composure momentarily lost focus. There was only one possibility: all five elite subordinates had fallen!
The carefully laid trap had, instead, become a hunting ground for them to be hunted down?
Who exactly was this Ronan?
Matt Graves' right hand trembled as he turned off the radio.
In the blink of an eye, the pilot from the Tijuana police force changed direction, accelerating to full speed as he fled into the distance.
He didn't want to plummet to his death.
This time, Matt Graves remained silent, letting the pilot steer the helicopter away.
Perhaps, this was his most genuine sentiment.
When the mission couldn't be completed, one must prioritize saving their own life.
Bang—
Gunfire erupted from behind, causing the helicopter to tremble but continuing its stable flight.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Ronan fired four shots in succession, but the second helicopter ascended and flew farther away.
This amateur sniper, emptying one magazine, failed to down the aircraft.
Activating his clairvoyance, Ronan harvested soul fragments effortlessly, discarded the sniper rifle without hesitation, and immediately started running.
Two soul fragments +5, nothing more.
After leaving the church, he continued running while collecting more soul fragments. At the spot where the helicopter had crashed, a red light soared, adding another +5 soul fragments.
At the same time, there was a piece of information. It was about the CIA's base in Tijuana, details about the leader Matt Graves, and some connections to a laptop. It seemed the laptop contained hidden information collected by a few Latin American CIA operatives.
Discarding his blood-stained coat, Ronan couldn't afford to keep harvesting. He turned off his clairvoyance and took a different route, jumping into a car belonging to the Jose Gang, and sped towards the coastline.
With tonight's pre-arranged clearance and the Tijuana police force pretending to be dead, the streets were unusually open.
Ronan encountered no obstacles and quickly left the Folk Street.
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