Armor And Gunpowder

"Sorry to interrupt this channel, but right now the town of xxxx is in crisis, as a group of what the reporter Sean who happens to be in the area said to be of the four armed children's ranging from 15-18 years old has not only committed kidnapping but murder of innocent bystanders and two law enforcers"

"The investigations seemed have taken evidence that three of the armed children are high"

"Right now these terrorists are wreaking havoc, we advise the people of town xxxx and any nearby residents to take shelter as the police of the other stations are now on their way to subdue these deadly group"

"Oh what's this? yes, yes"

"News have just reached us that the local police are also in cahoots with the group as of right now they seemed to be shooting citizens as well"

"What? each other as well?"

"Wait, reporter Sean what do you mean?!"

"The connection broke off!"

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"I forgot that I had these convenient skills"

"What's more, I don't even have any sort of cooldowns"

"The only disadvantage is that it's only a single target"

Wooong~

bang bang~

Right now the town was embroiled in chaos as madness seemed to have consume the minds of the people who draws near to the group of children.

People started to claw theirselves in and bite anything that moved in their views, vehicles started to crash into each other, forming huge waves of explosions creating fissure on the cemented streets and the crumbling of structures standing besides it.

"HAHAHAHHA!"

'Goddammit causing trouble would have never been so fun'

Pleron's mind was being cramped by the thoughts of flames and blood as a form of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, as the ecstasy from the simulation seemed to awaken his seeking for destruction.

(Warning! you are being heavily influenced by the demon of chaos)

(Earl of chaos activated!)

"HAHAHA f.u.c.k yeah!"

"Hehehehehe!"

"Never thought killing was this fun!"

Bang bang bang~

The three began to shout in frenzy as they no longer differentiate anything, be it old citizens or children, their bullets always claimed a life.

Kachak~

The four had huge pouches hanging in their waists, in which they always reached out for if they ran out of ammo.

"You seeing this Little Pleron!"

"This is your destiny!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Pleron laughed in the midst of smoke and ashes that rose from the nearby crash fire.

Behind him was his younger self, who already lost all the l.u.s.ter in his eyes, which only saw embers of fire and chaos in his pupils.

"I'll never become like you"

The embers seemed to have lit up a sense of hope from him.

"The police and if not them, the military would destroy you"

The boy got up from his buckling knees, the ashes clinged to his face forming a scene of superiority and a veteran of war from his face.

"But even if not the world can't do it"

"THEN I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF!"

With a fiery gaze, the younger one looked unperturbed straight into the demon's eyes, the older one.

These gaze seemed to be one that only certain people carry, and most of them were great men, an unyielding will and unbending belief, they were called heroes.

They were the center of the attraction, the story revolved around them, without these characters a story would be bland.

"Is that so?"

Sweeping his hair, Pleron took the cap hanging from his waist and wore it.

"This story"

"This life"

Yes, my dream as a child was the one told from stories to legends, from old epics to movies, that was to be a hero.

"Is not about you anyways"

With a grin and a sleight movement of a finger in the trigger.

Bang~

From the magazine up to the muzzle, a bullet shot out claiming another life.

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