Her words made Jason tremble, his heart beating quickly and violently in his chest. He couldnât let her die, he wouldnât. âWe need to get you help,â the Red Hood argued from behind gritted teeth, but as a bullet impacted with his helmet, the vigilante changed his mind. All he needed to do was be quick about it all. Shouldering his rifle, the Red Hood took two granades from his belt and pulled the pins. He tossed them with meticulous expertise before retaking his rifle and shooting. Bodies began to pile up, and in less than twenty minutes, the Red Hood had neutralized the situation. Repelling to the top level, he took out the last handful of thugs and kicked in the managerâs door.
âHow are you not fucking dead?!â the mobster inside the office demanded as he trained his handgun on the vigilante.
âI am,â the Red Hood replied with a roundkick. The gun flew out of the mobsterâs hands as he fell back against the desk. The Red Hood dropped the rifle and pulled out his knife before pouncing on the crime lord. The knife slid across the manâs throat. Tears slid down his cheeks as did blood down his chest. Jason stood still, watching the man bleed to death before pulling out an USB and copying the information in it.
âThis bitch gonna blow!â he announced, walking back to Nyx, Jason pulled her into his arms and jogged out the building. He had planted a bomb and set it to explode in thirty five seconds. As he stepped out the building, there were two loud bangs and the building went up in flames.