Leon's pulse thrummed in his ears, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he tore through the enemy ranks. His movements were swift and brutal, each strike calculated to kill. It had always been this way for him—fast, lethal, and without remorse. But tonight… tonight something was different.
Every punch, every bullet fired, was one step closer to ending this. And yet, the closer they got to Bishop, the more Leon felt the weight of what they were doing. This wasn't just another job. It wasn't just about the money or the violence. This was personal. Bishop had destroyed too much, taken too much. And now it was time for payback.
Leon caught sight of Aaron at the far end of the factory, facing off with Bishop. The two men were locked in a stare-down, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Leon's grip tightened on his weapon, his heart pounding. This was it—the final confrontation.
He didn't hesitate.
"Finish this," Leon muttered to himself.
As if on cue, he sprang into action, gunning down the last of Bishop's men in his path. He wasn't going to let anyone get in their way now. This was their moment, and they were going to take it.