Chapter 10 Super Intense Showdown

Anger burned in my chest as I clenched my fists, my knuckles cracking. "Wanna kill me? Let's see if you've got the guts!"

I grabbed a broken brick from the ground and hurled it fiercely at the leader of the men in black.

The brick whistled through the air, but the leader sidestepped easily, a contemptuous smile on his face.

"You think you can take me on?" he scoffed, waving his hand. "Get him! Then kill him!"

Before he finished speaking, a group of men in black pounced on me like hungry wolves.

I delivered a side kick, knocking down the man in black at the front, then grabbed an iron rod from the ground and smashed it into another man's knee.

A sharp crack echoed, and the man in black screamed, clutching his knee as he fell to the ground.

All these years, I never gave up training, honing my combat skills, all for the day I could avenge Aiden!

I fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal, each blow fueled by the memory of my brother's betrayal and death. Outnumbered, but not outmatched.

However, I knew this was a losing battle. I needed an escape, and fast.

Just then, a petite figure suddenly appeared at the rooftop entrance, darting into the fray like a swift swallow.

A series of crisp gunshots rang out, and three men in black fell, clutching their bullet-ridden arms and howling in pain.

"Harper?" I called out in surprise, recognizing the figure.

Harper Anderson, the bureau's new psychological profiler, stood calmly amidst the chaos, her gun still smoking in her hand. Her normally gentle eyes, usually hidden behind her trademark glasses, were now sharp and alert, focused entirely on the unfolding situation.

She quickly came to my side, supporting my arm and asking urgently, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Only then did I notice her eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, now flashing with a sharp light.

I shook my head, but before I could speak, her gaze shifted to the men in black, a cold smile curling her lips. "Trying to run? No way!"

Before she finished speaking, she darted out like lightning. Her movements were agile, ghost-like as she weaved through the men in black, her short stick striking with deadly precision.

With a dull thud, one man in black couldn't dodge in time and was struck in the chest, screaming as he flew back and crashed to the ground, unable to get up.

I watched, awestruck, as Harper transformed from a quiet, unassuming profiler into a whirlwind of controlled violence.

Harper moved like lightning. Just as I picked up the iron rod, she delivered a swift roundhouse kick, sending another man in black flying.

The man tumbled through the air, crashing heavily into the wall behind him with a thud, then slumped to the ground like a pile of mud, unable to get up.

My blood boiled, anger erupting like a volcano, uncontrollable.

I roared, swinging the iron rod as I charged into the fight.

A man in black lunged at me with a knife.

I sidestepped, dodging his attack, then swept the rod at his legs.

A sharp crack echoed as the rod struck his shin, making him scream in pain and drop the knife.

Seizing the advantage, I swung the rod at his face. He raised his arms to block, but my strength sent him reeling back, finally falling flat on his back.

Before I could strike again, another man in black lunged at me from the side, swinging a fist at my head.

I was prepared, dodging and kicking him in the stomach, sending him flying back into his companions.

"Come on! Attack all at once!" The leader of the men in black, sensing the situation turning against them, bellowed in frustration.

The men in black, now fearful, hesitated, not daring to approach.

Harper moved with fluid grace, elegant yet deadly.

With a high kick, her foot shot towards a man's face like a sharp blade.

The man couldn't dodge in time, and with a sharp crack, his jaw shattered, blood and teeth spraying out as he fell back, knocking down those behind him.

Harper didn't stop, using her momentum to strike another man's throat with her short stick like a venomous snake.

The man saw a flash of cold light, then felt a sharp pain in his throat, struggling to breathe. He clutched his neck, but couldn't stop the blood from gushing out, finally collapsing and twitching before going still.

I, like an enraged lion, roared and swung the iron rod, charging through the men in black.

A man lunged at me with a knife. I dodged, sweeping the rod to strike his wrist.

A sharp crack echoed as his wrist broke, the knife flying out of his hand. He clutched his wrist, howling in pain.

Another man tried to attack from behind, swinging a fist at my head.

I ducked, dodging his attack, then turned and elbowed him in the nose.

He screamed, blood gushing from his nose, clutching his face as he staggered back.

Seizing the advantage, I lunged forward, kicking him away.

The rooftop turned into a chaotic battleground, with fists and rods flying, screams echoing like a scene from hell.

Men in black lay scattered on the ground, groaning and wailing in pain.

"Don't let them escape! Get them! Useless fools!" the leader cursed, drawing a gun and firing wildly at me.

"Watch out!" Harper tackled me to the ground, bullets whizzing over our heads, sparking against the wall behind us.

"Damn it!" I cursed, getting up and grabbing a brick, hurling it at the leader.

The brick whistled through the air, hitting the leader square in the face with a dull thud.

He screamed, blood gushing from his nose, dropping the gun.

I lunged forward, kicking him to the ground, then straddled him, raining punches on his face.

"Who sent you? How did Aiden really die?" I roared.

The leader, beaten and bruised, gritted his teeth, refusing to reveal the truth.