Cleyn soon turned around to see what was coming towards him. The rain has started to increase a bit. He looked around but couldn't find Amerio aswell.
The two jacked dudes didn't progress in their paths and stood apart with arms crossed. As the figure in the center started emerging ahead, Cleyn saw that he was wearing a red band with a red & black mask.
This was a sign that those people to the infamous institute of F.ROSTERS but the clan of RAPTORS had the same attire as well.
This made Cleyn confused a bit.
He was not sure who he was messing up with. He clearly had no backup. His phone was low on battery as he didn't charge it from the past 2 days. Also, he wasn't carrying any equipment or weapons.
Without any second thoughts, one of the jacked guy threw a grenade towards Cleyn. Cleyn jumped aside only to see the entire old bar blow behind his back.
In a few seconds, the other one ran towards him and threw him down with a spear.
Cleyn fell hard on the ground in the garden of the bakery aside the bar but didn't drop the spidler coin he achieved with a heavy prize.
In a few seconds the two dudes started marching towards Cleyn again who with an injured posture entered the bakery.
There was a heavy smoke in the whole area due to the powerful explosion near the bar next door.
"Evacuate the area, this place may blow up." Cleyn said with a heavy voice.
Two three people who were there to buy sweets completely panicked by the blast immediately ran off along with the bakery workers.
The two dudes entered the bakery in between the heavy smoke breakout.
One of them had a loaded rocket launcher while the other one was carrying knuckles and chains.
The masked one was surprisingly not there with them.
Cleyn climbed the stairs and sat there in the store room.
The customers were lucky enough to escape just in time.
Some of the bakery workers were not that fortunate.
One of them fainted on the spot while the other was busy storing the leftover food so that it don't get wasted.
One of the jacked criminals grabbed that worker by the collar while he was packing the cakes for stuffing it inside the truck for storage.
"WHERE IS HE?" The muscular dude said in an unsettling tone.
"TELL US HIS WHEREABOUTS OR PREPARE TO GET YOURSELF A BLOOD BATH." The other one screamed with aggression.
"Hmm....Ahhm...please don't harm me." The worker said with a scared look.
"We won't unless you do us a favour." The dude with the rocket launcher said with a smile, leaving the collar of the worker.
"What kind of a favour?" The worker said, not moving an inch.
"We either need you to tell her where that dude who recently entered this bakery escaped or get along with us on a specific play." The second dude said with a smile.
"Well I didn't see much. All I heard was a voice telling us to leave." The worker said, often shaking.
"So what have u chosen?" You wanna tell us or we going to tell your parents?" One of the jacked dudes said with a sarcastic look.
"Tell what?" The worker said with mixed expressions, partially shocked and scared.
"The news of your demise." The other one laughed in a demonic voice.
Cleyn on the other hand, with an injured shoulder and back took rest for a few seconds and then decided to leave the shop.
He threw a few kicks and knocked the entire window. He was ready to pull a jump but wasn't sure that if he would make it with two injuries.
He had no other choices to make. He took a leap of faith and grabbed the loose bricks of the building opposite of the bakery.
Cleyn with a strong pull got successful and laid there against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Alright. I will tell you both. He might be either in the basement where we keep our new stocks or in the store room upstairs." The worker said, slowly creeping out of the area.
"Well that would be a help. Tell us the password to that attached locker near the basement aswell." One of the jacked dudes said, loading his rocket launcher.
"095786" The worker said & immediately ran for his life.
"Not a very strategy at last." The dude with the knuckles said and followed the workers and hit him with a hard elbow, he passed out aswell near the door.
The two decided to split up in between the rising smoke which was a sign that the shop was explode soon.
The knuckles dude entered the basement and destroyed every box and stock to search where Cleyn was hiding.
The other one ran up stairs and started throwing bombs in the whole area.
Soon, the entire store room became an oven with no Cleyn in sight for the big chunks.
He came downstairs with a disappointed face. The other one also came up with a small quarter of a minute with an aggressive look.
Without saying a single word, they placed their weapons back and started moving slowly towards the exit.
They were confused about where Cleyn escaped in a few seconds.
They both decided to leave the Bakery and the whole Bakery exploded in a few minutes afterwards due to the gas leakage.
There was a big blast in the area. Cleyn felt sad for the ones which might have suffered from that but he was helpless.
"Where is that punk?" The masked man said from a dark corner.
"We searched the whole place but he was nowhere to be seen. Don't worry he wouldn't be able to see the dawn of tomorrow." One of the jacked dudes responded.
"That's impressive energy. Find him, dead or alive & get that spidler to me." The masked said and disappeared in the darkness.
"Alright sir." Both of them said simultaneously and left.
Soon, they started entering all the homes and stores nearby with force. Destroying, manhandling & harassing people.
Cleyn had no other choice but to face them before anyone else had to face further brutality.
He hid the Spidler coin on that roof beside a broken tilted window, with a 'CnX' marking.
Cleyn decided to slowly march his way down holding the white pipeline and started walking with puny legs, holding the injured shoulder with his other hand.
There was a loud boom in the entire area. People crying for help, huge flames all over the street, furniture launching out of the house like piece of papers.
Cleyn came to the same area where he encountered those three individuals initially.
He picked up a piece of log along with a hammer that he found across the side of the same street. He knew he couldn't fight them physically but he still had a strong mental backing.
"There you are, you loose crap." The jacked dude with the knuckles said jumping from across of the tarnished windows.
"Let's sort this out then" Cleyn said stretching his legs & using the log as a support.
"You don't fear death, don't you?" The dude said putting the knuckles more tightly on his both hands.
"Death would come eventually to everyone but there are quite a few who get it with dignity." Cleyn said, getting his hammer ready.
"Nice motivation speech you got there. Hope you stand by it." The dude said running quickly towards Cleyn.
Both were about to collide in a hard hitting clash.
When the dude neared Cleyn with a strong fist, Cleyn immediately lowered himself despite struggling and hit him hard on the side of his face with the hammer.
Both the knuckles fell from his hands while he took a hard hit there.
He lost control and crashed hardly into one of the cars parked there. He went through the door and laid in there with a big shout.
Cleyn knew it wasn't over. He quickly ran towards him with the energy he was left with picked up the knuckles.
He hit him hard on the face multiple times with both the knuckles until it was sure that his lights were out.
Cleyn took a bit of relief knowing one of the three obstacles was removed.
Immediately, a rocket hit near Cleyn. He went flying into the clothing shop, tarnishing the windows.
As he was about to get up from the hard landing, he saw a dozen of rockets heading his way. He knew he has to keep his cool and also survive with his instincts.
He immediately took control and decided to retreat further into the shop.
As he marched ahead, he heard the rockets dropping, hitting and destroying everything.
He was thankful that atleast this shop was closed earlier.
He hid somewhere in the whole pile beneath the pile and concrete.
He could hear two people talking outside the shop.
"Do you think we are done?" The familiar voice that Cleyn heard firstly said.
"Sure as hell." The muscular dude responded in a loud cheering tone.
"The dracula never dies especially when he is hungry for the blood of the goodwill." The voice said in a creepy tone.
"I will check in case I find a body. If there is no body, we would let his own people find it and implement the Part B." The jacked dude said, entering the destroyed shop.
"Alright. Check the body and then report it to me till tomorrow." The voice said slowly.
Cleyn immediately heard a loud throbbing sound.
When the jacked dude entered the shop, he saw a figure in a full black attire with no face to be seen clearly. That figure fired a gun shot at him and then started to move backwards.
"There you are. Now you face my wrath." The jacked dude said running straight towards the figure.
Cleyn got up from all the pile. He faced a great amount of difficulty removing all of them especially from his injured areas.
He looked at himself, half body injured. The rest filled with blood from different parts along with torn clothes.
Scratched skin and tired eyes.
He had no idea what happened after that interaction. There was a complete silence in the whole area except the fierce sounds of fire all over the street.
Just a few steps ahead with his bare weak foot, he saw the rocket launcher dude strangled on one of the roofs with a steel chain.
The other dude was also not present in the place where Cleyn put him to sleep with his bare knuckles.
He looked around and to his shock, there was a bloody hanging loosely inverted from the building.
Cleyn froze for a moment again, rethinking who showed up to help him as nobody knew about this mission without the likes of Blayne & Amerio.
He couldn't even ask around or make any contact.
He decided to take a vehicle and call at the nearest hospital and call for emergency aid. Cleyn walked across the street but he felt ashamed and really low just by looking at the destruction & mere chaos caused by that one bloody symbol.
He found a car fit enough for driving. It was parked across the start of the other street with a man fainted on the front seat. Cleyn checked his pulse and was relieved to find that he was alive.
He carefully picked the dude up and put him on the back seat and decided to drive towards the nearest hospital.
While he was about to come across the street, a body came crashing into his front window. The crash took place with such force that the needles in the dashboard got broke and Cleyn saved the car from getting crashed into the nearby shop, breaking at the last second.
He took a big sigh, his heart pounding really fastly. He slowly made his way out of the car to identify the body that has fallen before his eyes.
There was no way he could find the identity because the facial features were destroyed.
"Hey big guy. Missed me?" A voice came from above.
Cleyn looked above and saw the same masked dude.
"Come down here and let us deal this matter like men." Cleyn responded in an enraged voice.
"Damn. The will power. The strength. The fight for justice. It wouldn't ever die right?" The masked dude said jumping from across the roof to one balcony and coming further beneath.
"Show your face. Let me see the ultimate boss of ugliness." Cleyn said taking the car as a support.
Cleyn checked his pockets and found both the knuckles. He had no idea when he put those there.
"Let me fulfill your last wish as well." The masked man said, removing the mask slowly before Cleyn.
When he removed the hood, the world pushed beneath the legs of Cleyn. He lost complete mental control as he wasn't expecting this betrayal from one of his closest friends. That day, he knew that friends in disguise as enemies are far more dangerous than vice versa.
Cleyn took a moment and looked to the ground beneath. He felt like a sole loser with no gain in the process. For just a single coin for which he had no idea about the purpose, he had lost a variety of great people and the closest one who he trusted blindly had stabbed him in the back.
The masked man was none other than Goldour. The same Goldour whom he trusted with the whole case from the beginning, he wanted to hit himself for doing such a blind trust but stood strong, looking Goldour right dead in the eyes.
He had no idea that it wasn't the real Goldour. The real one gave his life serving for Cleyn and his forces.
"How could you fall so low?" Cleyn said with a sad tone.
"Sorry Mr Cleyn but we live in a world where money outsmarts loyalty." Goldour responded with a egoistic laugh.
"I trusted you with complete heart and this is what you give me in return." Cleyn said, trying hard to stand.
"I am sorry to disappoint you sir. The money was too much for me to listen your pathetic speeches." Goldour said with a grin.
"What happened to Bronz? What did you do to him?" Cleyn asked now standing expressionless.
"I brought him back to that Lab. I suggested him to steal that symbol. When he refused to do so, I had to clear him too." Goldour said, putting a small knife out.
Hearing this, Cleyn with his blood filled fist hit the car bonnet with a strong hit.
"You nasty bastard. You piece of crap. What about Dr Perk & Dr Dolph?" Cleyn said, his voice sounding partially angry and disappointed.
Goldour didn't utter a world, he just snappped his fingers and took his hand into reverse direction.
Cleyn lost at that particular moment.
He ran straight towards with knuckle on his fist and hit him with complete force.
Goldour hit the floor hard, with almost his entire face filled with blood but he was still laughing.
"Do you think all this anger within you will bring them back?" Goldour said with a smile, the blood dripping over his teeth and neck.
"I can make you suffer the same pain as them." Cleyn said, hitting with even harder blows.
Within less than a minute, he had destroyed and tarnished Goldour completely. Cleyn has lost his cool side.
He got from Goldour, thinking he died.
He wanted to make things correct but for him it was too late.
He picked up the deceased body and threw it straight into a window nearby.
He stood there for a second rethinking all his memories with Goldour and how he had betrayed him in the process.
All those sacrifices flashed before Cleyn's eyes.
"Hmm...so emotions took you over?" Goldour said with lowest tone, sounding almost dead.
"So you want more?" Cleyn said with an angry look.
"You just got played." Godour said with a dead laugh.
With that, he took the mask off which was the latex mask. It wasn't really Goldour but a non recognizable face behind that.
"Don't ever and I mean EVER TRUST YOUR EMOTIONS. Anybody can play with those." The dude said with a dead grin.
This man Cleyn even more angry and he marched forward towards that guy, he picked the knife that fell from his pocket and threw it right into the main spot.
There was a small bit of a struggle.
Cleyn stood there.
Confused, humbled & fooled by mind games.
He had no idea what to do ahead. He had lost sanity and sooner due to lack of energy. He fell closer to the other body and fainted.