Chapter 1982

Estelle, her face obscured by a mask that revealed only her steely, determined eyes, felt a slight

tremble in her arms from the recoil of her submachine gun. She moved with deliberate calm, the spent

cartridges clinking coldly on the floor as they fell.

The lab was filled with a cacophony of screams, wails, and the relentless chatter of gunfire. Blood

sprayed wildly, severed limbs struck the glass walls, and the carpet was soaked crimson as the

pungent stench of gore permeated the air.

Bodies fell by the dozens, and yet more assailants swarmed in.

Estelle and Winston worked together seamlessly, advancing and retreating in unison. As Estelle

grappled with the guards, she glanced over to where Winston was laying down covering fire while

retreating.

Suddenly, Winston's gunfire intensified. Estelle took her cue, letting him cover her as she darted behind

the bulk of the lab equipment and sprinted towards a sealed door.

After a burst of gunfire from her weapon, Estelle breached the door to find a horde of bloodsoaked

victims inside. The sight drained the warmth from her veins.

"Here!" Winston, from across the room, tossed the last vial of the virus to her.

Estelle mowed down an oncoming guard with her submachine gun, leapt to catch the vial, and then

pivoted swiftly towards the lab chamber. She spared one last look at the victims, whose eyes alone

could still move, before slapping a black detonator pack onto the chamber door.

As she spun away, she tossed the vial of the virus into the chamber.

With a thunderous "BOOM!", the building seemed to split apart. Estelle dashed out as flames engulfed

the chamber behind her.

Screams tore through the air, a hellish symphony amidst the inferno.

Estelle kept firing as she ran towards Winston. They met with a nod and sprinted towards the

panoramic windows.

Behind them, a horde of guards pressed in.

Outside, the roar of an approaching helicopter filled the air.

In perfect sync, Estelle and Winston leapt through the windows. A colossal crash shattered the glass,

and with gunfire at their heels, they soared into the void, a barrage of bullets chasing their flight.

Fragmented glass glittered around them, reflecting the fiery blaze within the room, bursting like

fireworks!

The helicopter quickly closed the gap, its mounted machine guns laying down suppressive fire,

shielding the pair.

Estelle and Winston caught the dangling ladder dropped from the chopper, one above the other.

Once they had a firm grip, the helicopter unleashed a barrage of gunfire at the swarm of attackers on

the forty-ninth floor, then whisked them away into the distance.

Estelle's arms buzzed from the vibration of the gun, and she let out a sigh of relief. She looked up to

exchange a glance with the man peering down from the helicopter, sensed his fury, and quickly averted

her gaze to Winston below.

Winston cracked a wry smile, his eyes deep with meaning.

Estelle smiled back, a smile of complete relaxation and release.

Weaving through the high-rise buildings and their shadows, Estelle and Winston suddenly leapt from

the ladder.

"Roger!"

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The pursuing helicopters quickly caught up, but within moments, three more aircraft appeared, raining

gunfire on the two followers.

The escorting helicopters shielded the central aircraft, flying over Zion and vanishing into the darkness.