Chapter 93: A Shot Sniped at 984 Feet

The Steam Gang just went full-on berserk, starting a war outta nowhere. Totally outta character for them.

They had three days to pull out, so why the heck are they stirring up trouble on Green Street now?

Plus, with the third son of the Reyes family backing them, all they had to do was chill for a few more days. The Cross Society, feeling the heat from the bigwigs, would eventually bail from Green Street. Any beef after that would be minor.

They could've snagged Green Street without much hassle, but now it looks like they're gearing up for a full-blown gang war. Makes no sense.

Kai eyeballed the number of Steam Gang members and spat out, "Are these Steam Gang dudes nuts? They wanna go all out with us?"

Roy took in the chaos, and a weird thought hit him. He muttered, "Are they being this reckless 'cause their prez got whacked or maybe Martin got taken out?"

Roy couldn't think of any other reason for the Steam Gang to go all kamikaze.

But why they attacked didn't matter anymore. They were at the doorstep, and the Cross Society had to throw down.

The first shell blew up, taking out the armored car at the end of Green Street. The Steam Gang's convoy, like a steel tsunami, smashed into several blocks of Green Street.

Then, all hell broke loose with gunfire and explosions echoing everywhere.

The Steam Gang had a knack for mechanical mods, giving them a tech edge with their cannons and armored rides.

Every bike had its own cannon and heavy machine gun, turning hundreds of bikers into mobile death machines.

The Cross Society didn't see a big gang war coming and got caught with their pants down. The artillery battle didn't last long before they had to duck into the alleys, starting a street brawl.

Early guesses said the Steam Gang had ten times the numbers of the Cross Society on Green Street!

Plus, most of the Steam Gang had mechanical limbs, giving them a big edge in firefights. Bullets weren't as deadly to them as they were to flesh and blood.

Mechanical limbs might not be as nimble, but they were way better for steady shooting and accuracy among non-pros.

Kai and Roy's crew were holed up in front of a rundown building, right by a narrow alley.

Big vehicles couldn't squeeze in here, so they used the alley to hold their ground.

"Guys, let's get 'em! Hang tight; backup's on the way!"

"Wolf, blast that troop carrier at the corner with the rocket launcher!"

"Someone who knows first aid, patch Buddy up!"

Gunfire was like a freakin' downpour, and Captain Kai was shouting himself hoarse.

Bullets zipped by their ears, and the fear of death felt like a boulder on their chests, making it hard to breathe.

Big fights weren't the time for solo heroics. Even Kai, a beast in close combat, had to shoot from cover. If he charged out, he'd be toast.

Gangs weren't armies. They fought hard but had lots of weak spots.

Like, no medics.

Getting hurt was a death sentence.

The vets knew their stuff, switching cover and holding their own. The rookies, though, were a mess, making mistakes left and right.

Mistakes meant death.

In no time, out of fifty or so guys, more than ten were down or seriously hurt. And since the Steam Gang noticed resistance in the rundown building, more of them piled up at the alley entrance.

Roy stayed behind cover, popping off shots now and then.

He kept his cool.

Regular shooters weren't much of a threat to him.

Even without peeking, Roy's "sound locating" skill let him pinpoint enemy shooters. Even if a rocket was fired, he could predict its path and dodge the blast zone.

Roy's combat skills were off the charts, better than most captains. With his sharpshooting, he could easily keep the twenty or thirty enemies at the alley entrance in check.

But he didn't.

Why? 'Cause that'd just make things worse for their Green Street crew.

If the enemy figured out there was a "gun expert" in the rundown building, they'd send a captain-level pro to take him out. If Roy took out the captain, they'd send someone even higher up the food chain.

It'd be a never-ending mess.

With the enemy outnumbering them ten to one, Roy couldn't take 'em all down, no matter how good he was.

His best bet was to hold out until the Cross Society's reinforcements showed up. Then, someone could handle the enemy's big shots, letting Roy go on the offensive.

For now, Roy's job was to stay alive and pick off a few key threats.

The Green Street squad got pushed from the alley entrance to the end of the alley.

Kai suddenly noticed their sniper on the roof had gone quiet. He looked back and saw their sniper had been shot in the head, his body hanging halfway off the edge.

"Shit, our sniper's down!"

"Captain, looks like some enemies snuck up the back of the building!"

The Steam Gang was held at the alley entrance mainly 'cause the Cross Society had the high ground, with the sniper keeping them in check.

Now, without the sniper, the Steam Gang outside the alley started pushing forward, using mechanical shields.

Things were getting real bad, and Roy was wondering how long they could hold out before they had to bail.

Then, he felt a needle-like pressure between his eyebrows.

"A sniper's got me in their sights."

This was Roy's "malice perception" kicking in, warning him of a hostile gaze.

The feeling was faint, meaning the enemy was far away.

But it was enough to put Roy on high alert.

Without a second thought, he rolled to the side, and almost instantly, a bullet hit where he'd just been, leaving a dent in the ground.

Roy tracked the bullet's path and instantly pinpointed the sniper's location. Almost in the same motion, he whipped out his famous gun, "Thunder Snake," and fired at a window in a small building a thousand feet away at the ten o'clock direction.

In a flash, a special light like a thunder snake appeared, the bullet left the chamber, and nailed the window a thousand feet away. Blood splattered on the glass, showing the sniper was hit.

Kai saw Roy suddenly roll and shoot to the side, instinctively looking in the direction of the gunfire.

He was puzzled by the high angle of Roy's shot, but when he saw the blood splatter on the window, he got it.

"A sniper!"

Kai looked at Roy in shock, like he'd seen a ghost.

He knew Roy was a "gun expert."

He wasn't surprised Roy could take out an enemy sniper with one shot.

But for Roy to nail a target a thousand feet away with a handgun? That was nuts.

Not to mention, whose handgun could double as a sniper rifle?

Kai, being a pro, had seen more than your average gang member. One look at the old, worn gun in Roy's hand, and he knew it was no ordinary piece.

He'd thought Roy didn't bring his famous gun, "Three-Headed Ghost," 'cause he didn't wanna draw attention, but turns out he had something even better.

Kai didn't waste time with chit-chat.

Losing the high ground was a big problem. Kai quickly thought of something and asked, "Roy, can you take a couple of guys and retake the high ground in the building?"

It was a dangerous job.

Snipers were prime targets, and once they fired and gave away their position, the enemy would be all over them.

Kai and Roy had a tight bond, and if the position didn't need him, Kai would've gone himself.

But Roy agreed without a second thought, nodding, "I got this."

Roy actually preferred it.

The position was crowded, and he couldn't use a lot of his tricks. Plus, the position was a big target, sure to draw enemy fire. Even with his super senses, he could still get hit by a stray bullet.

Most importantly, if they couldn't hold out, it would mess up his "tactical retreat."

Roy thought for a moment and added, "I'll go solo."