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The fight in The pyramid close to drake passage was so intense as Gun shots could be heard and it echoed due to condition of the place.

So serene and quiet.

The Hitmen were invaded in their territory which was like a taboo and if the Alphas are to escape alive, that was a slap to their faces.

They won’t let that happen.

Gunshots echoed through the once serene and quiet Drake Passage as the intense fight between the Alphas and the Hitmen unfolded. The air crackled with the fury and resentment of the Hitmen, provoked by the audacity of the Alphas who had dared to invade their territory.

Taking cover behind sturdy pillars within the pyramid, the Alphas fought back, their shots ringing out from their concealed positions. The clash of gunfire intensified, filling the air with an eerie symphony of violence. The ground became littered with lifeless bodies, a grim testament to the unyielding brutality of the battle.

Amidst the chaos, the pyramids became a battleground suffused with an overwhelming sense of tension. The atmosphere itself seemed to tremble with the weight of impending doom. Groaning sounds and the gnashing of teeth added a haunting backdrop to the relentless exchange of gunfire.

As the fight raged on, the Hitmen found themselves slowly losing ground. The relentless onslaught from the Alphas began to take its toll, wearing down their resolve. Their initial anger transformed into desperation as they struggled to hold their own against the invading force.

“Damn this Alphas! Our men are almost finished !”

The once confident Hitmen now appeared vulnerable, their ranks thinning with every passing moment. The tide of the battle had shifted, and it seemed that victory was slipping further from their grasp. The Alphas, fueled by their determination and driven by a sense of purpose, pressed forward with unyielding force.

The goal was to kill and destroy!!

With each passing second, the intensity of the conflict heightened. The Alphas, emboldened by their early successes, pushed forward with unwavering resolve, seizing every opportunity to gain the upper hand. The Hitmen, battered and weary, fought on, their determination to protect their territory and maintain their dominance refusing to waver.

Twenty five took control of the fight as he hinted to his men behind the pillars to lower their head.

They immediately complied as they lower their faces and tightened theirselves.

Amidst the chaos and destruction, the outcome of the battle remained uncertain. The air was thick with smoke, obscuring the vision of both sides as they waged their war. The clash of bullets and cries of pain merged into a dissonant symphony that echoed through the pyramid, a testament to the relentless struggle for power and control.

In this moment of violent confrontation, the fate of the passage hung in the balance. The Alphas and the Hitmen were locked in a fierce struggle, each side driven by their own motivations and grievances. As the fight raged on, the outcome would be decided by the relentless determination and sheer willpower of those engaged in this desperate clash.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, a sudden sound reverberated through the air. It was the distinct clatter of a small metal object hitting the ground, jolting the weary Hitmen who had gathered there, all over the age of forty.

The noise cut through the frenzy, capturing their attention and shattering their focus. As they turned towards the source of the sound, their eyes widened in alarm. It was Twenty Five, a cunning member of the Alpha, who had dropped a bomb in close proximity to their hidden location.

Realization washed over the faces of the Hitmen, their expressions turning pale with dread. They understood the imminent danger that loomed before them, but it was too late to escape the blast radius. Panic set in as they scrambled to find cover, but time betrayed them, ticking away mercilessly.

In an instant, the bomb detonated with a resounding explosion, ripping through the air and wreaking havoc upon the Hitmen’s position. The force of the blast sent shockwaves tearing through the area, shaking the very foundations of their hiding spot.

The impact was devastating. The explosion claimed the lives of many Hitmen, their fate sealed in that unforgiving moment. The fierce heat and shrapnel tore through the air, inflicting unimaginable damage upon those unfortunate enough to be caught within its reach.

Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, some managed to survive. Fortune had favored those who were situated farther away from the epicenter of the blast. They escaped the full brunt of the explosion, though not unscathed.

Survivors staggered from the wreckage, their bodies battered and their spirits shaken. The scene was one of carnage and despair, with the injured groaning in pain and the fallen lying motionless upon the scorched ground. The once mighty and united front of the Hitmen had been shattered, their ranks diminished and broken.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Despite the devastation, a flicker of resilience remained. The survivors, their determination unbroken, gathered their waning strength and sought solace in their indomitable will to continue the fight. They knew that retreat was not an option, and they would not allow their fallen comrades’ sacrifice to be in vain.

As the smoke cleared and the echoes of the explosion subsided, the Hitmen regrouped, their resolve strengthened by the harrowing experience. Their eyes burned with a newfound determination, their hearts filled with a fierce desire to retaliate and reclaim their lost ground.

In their moment of confusion, they weren’t aware of the new incomers who had started to plant time bombs inside of the pyramid.

Twenty five winked at them as they all came out from their hidden place and rushed towards the entrance.

Without further ado, meanwhile at the corners of the pyramid.

The ticking time bombs were there, beeping as the time decreases.

Running so fast and mercilessly.

The alphas were aware of the bombs their reinforcements had come to put so they quickly ran out of the Pyramid.

Amidst the chaos and dwindling numbers, the remaining ten Hitmen found themselves in a state of confusion. Their foes, the Alphas, abruptly changed tactics and began to run out of their hiding spots. Sensing that something was awry, the Hitmen instinctively followed suit, giving chase to their fleeing adversaries.

As the Hitmen pursued the Alphas, a voice pierced through the commotion. It was Twenty Five, a cunning and strategic member of the opposing force. He bellowed orders to his men, urging them to continue their escape. “Run out! I’m right behind you all!” he commanded, his tone filled with urgency.