Cohen of the Rebellion Vol 1 Prologue 3

“I..I’m telling the truth, the FBI wants for 100 million for a reason, because of my work.” Westley is known for his extortive confession skills. Even for Monster Geek, he can’t help sweating, “The reason I’m here today, is to receive a pre-historical artifact. I suspect it was of alien origin&h.e.l.lip; It’ll help my study...and it is over there on the desk...I created this organization merely to fund my research.”

One of my people walked towards the desk and fetched a locket. Westley took a look at the style, put it in his pocket, and coldly looked at Monster Geek.

He told the team to leave the room

“Y...you can’t kill me,” Geek is trembling, “I can give you a lot of things, if money is not enough&h.e.l.lip;”

“Anything is less than the harm you’ve done to this world,” Westley answered, then he took out a metal cylinder-shaped little thing and put it near Geek’s ear, the robotic voice, which has an effective hearing range of 10cm, is speaking coldly, “This artifact is held by an FBI agents, according to ACT 77945, sentence death, to be carried by the agent immediately.

“You&h.e.l.lip;” Monster Geek looked pale, but turned calm moments after, “You are right, I’m a bad guy, but you know, it’s always relative between  good and bad. Think it through, if there’s no evil, justice is not there. Good and evil must co-exist.”

“Sorry, I don’t like philosophy.” Westley shook his head, pulled the trigger.

Putting the gun back to the holster, Westley walked while looking at the locket: metal, ancient figurer frame, a crystal in the center. This is science? Or quack.

He walked, then felt a deep sound of explosion from above. The ground was shaking. Westley tried steady himself by holding the wall.

“Boss, we are surrounded!” Rat’s voice came, “It’s the marines, cannons and choppers, we can’t hold them for long!”

Noise came through the com, Westley was stunned, he hurried to the ground and saw the dock once again in chaos. Choppers were flying in the sky with incoming missiles. There was fire everywhere. Cannon sh.e.l.ls were shooting like rainfall, destroying everything visible.

They were being ambushed.

Confirming to be the military's operation, Westley looked pale on his face. If the government was turning against him, then his boss must know. And if he is not notified of this, there would be only one reason. Monster Geek’s last words came to him.

“Listen, break it through in teams!” Westley felt hatred, his face turned red and shouted orders loudly. He was clear that with the manpower he had, there were little things they could do. And they were not trained for this... but he can’t do nothing.

After neutralizing 2 choppers, 3 tanks, Westley, Rat and 2 more brothers were all that’s left. The three men gathered around him carefully like it’s worth something.

“Regrets?” Westley looked at his brothers’ bloodstained face, sadly, and said something confused, “Regret to follow me?”

“Boss, what are you talking about.”

“No regrets!”

“No regrets until death!”

“Don’t call me boss!” Westley felt deeply hurt, sound of gun shooting was coming nearer, he said, “I’m not your boss, I’m a coverup, I’m an government officer, a tool for the government to kill.”

Surprised though, Rat shook his head and said, “We don’t care, you will always be our boss! We will not betray you!”

The other two men said nothing but shaking heads.

“Is that so?” Westley looked frustrated, “Look at outside, those people, they can’t let me go. If I’m right, they are here to kill me.”

“Why? Aren’t you one of them?

“Not surprisingly, maybe I know too much they want my silence.”

“Boss, let’s break out! If death is all it takes.”

“Alright, let’s go. Let’s die like a man.” Westley suddenly felt thousands strength in his heart, looking at the warehouse, “take the rear door!”

Right after we got out, several tiny cylinder-shaped objects were thrown towards us.

FLASHBOMB！

That thought came and gone really fast, they were shot. Westley felt pain on his leg, then lose balance and fell. He tried to retaliate, got shot again on his shoulder. Pain forced him to let go his rifle. One of the bullets was shot on his chest blocked that strange locket, forcing the locked embedded into the skin, stained with blood.

When Westley regained his consciousness, he was surrounded by soldiers. Rat and two other brothers were dead, not far from him.

A soldier kicked off his rifle, then a familiar figure walked around. It’s his supervisor.

“Westley, how’s your holiday?” he seemed to be in good mood, “I never thought I have to kill you one day.”

“d.a.m.n you, do I really have that much of your attention?” Westley could feel life is going away from his body, at this very moment, he was filled with rage and regret.

“You have done enough, time to retire. Your job will be taken over.”

“Is it all my fault?”

“Please don’t blame me. Your ident.i.ty is causing suspicion by other parties. This one is on you, why can’t you keep it low huh? Those gangsters you killed can be rationalized, but the government official that you a.s.sa.s.sinated..that I’m unable to explain to my super. I need to keep the Internal Affair, and myself, clean. I have to abandon you.”

“You sc.u.m! That you order&h.e.l.lip;!”

“Indeed, now since you are dying,” man in the suit smiled, “Today’s operation, I lost something too. But it all seemed worth it killing you.”

“Worth it? Not for me at all,” Westley shook his head, slowly reached a cold object from his left pocket, pressed the b.u.t.ton on it, “At least you shall die with me.”

The silver metal object fell on the ground. A red dot blinking fast. Small as it it, it caused a new round of chaus&h.e.l.lip;

“Air grenade!”

“Get out!”

“That’s the FAE! Get out!“

“Kill him!”

“Now enough time!”

Ma.s.sive explosion occurred, fire is all around several square meter area. Quake could be felt miles away....