The city didn't sleep that night.
Not after the explosion.
Not after the rooftop snipers.
Not after the message.
Lisa walked ahead, blood still dripping from her shoulder, but her steps were steady — almost too steady for someone who had been shot.
Behind her, Alan, James, and Adam moved like a silent storm.
They weren't following her.
They were hunting with her.
The Ambush
The four turned into a narrow street — too narrow, too quiet.
Lisa stopped.
"They're here."
A dozen shadows stepped out from behind cars, dumpsters, rooftops.
All wearing the serpent symbol.
All armed.
Numbered soldiers.
James smirked.
"Finally."
Adam cracked his neck.
"I was getting bored."
Alan's eyes locked on Lisa's bleeding shoulder.
"Don't push yourself."
Lisa lifted her gun.
"Watch me."
The Fight Erupts
The first attacker charged.
Lisa shot him in the forehead without hesitation.
Alan moved next — grabbing a soldier by the throat and slamming him into a wall so hard the concrete cracked. He fired two shots into another attacker's chest.
James flipped over a car, landing behind an enemy and snapping his neck before the man could scream.
Adam moved silently, almost gracefully, stabbing one soldier in the ribs and shooting another in the leg before finishing him with a clean headshot.
They weren't just fighting.
They were destroying.
Lisa Bleeds — But Doesn't Stop
Another soldier aimed at her.
Lisa fired first — hitting him in the heart.
Blood dripped down her arm, staining her sleeve, but she didn't slow down.
Alan saw it.
His voice was sharp.
"Lisa—your shoulder—"
She shot another attacker mid‑sentence.
"I said it's nothing."
James laughed under his breath.
"She's going to kill all of them before we even warm up."
Adam nodded.
"As usual."
The Enemy's Strategy
More soldiers appeared — twenty, maybe thirty.
All numbered.
All trained.
All aiming at her.
Alan realized it first.
"They're ignoring us."
James frowned.
"They're only shooting at Lisa."
Adam's voice dropped.
"They want her dead first."
Lisa fired again, killing another soldier.
"Of course they do."
The Four Fight Together
For the first time in years, the four strongest leaders fought side by side.
Lisa shot with deadly precision.
Alan fought like a weapon forged in fire.
James moved like a shadow, fast and unpredictable.
Adam struck with silent, lethal accuracy.
But this time…
They weren't aiming at all four.
They were aiming at her.
Every bullet.
Every blade.
Every attack.
Bodies fell around them like snow.
The serpent soldiers didn't stand a chance.
One soldier tried to run.
Lisa aimed.
Alan grabbed her wrist.
"You're bleeding too much."
Lisa pulled her arm free.
"I don't care."
She fired.
The last soldier dropped.
A New Message
A phone buzzed on one of the bodies.
James picked it up.
A text appeared:
"You killed Numbers 7–32.
We still have 68 more."
Adam exhaled.
"They're sending them in waves."
Alan looked at Lisa — at the blood, the coldness in her eyes, the way she stood like a queen in a battlefield.
"They're coming for you because you're the strongest."
James added,
"And because you're connected to us."
Adam finished,
"They think killing you will break us."
Lisa wiped blood from her shoulder with her hand.
Her voice was ice.
"Then let's break them first."
The war had officially begun.