《BCXN Series : The Super Solider (Unedited)》


 Prologue/Chapter 1-2

    The man stared blankly into the night sky, and saw a star brighter than any others, he looked at it wondering why it was so bright, and then noticed something about the star. It was getting brighter, and moving around. It was no star, it was a helicopter.


    Chapter One


    A man lays in a room with metal walls, and a radio attached to the wall. He wears full black clothing, and his eyes are shut tight, but then the man suddenly awakes. The man looks around, confused by his surroundings, but can not think this situation is dangerous.


    He lays there thinking about where he was, where he could be, or where it is he should be. He thought he should be there in the metal box, where he had awoken for the first time, the place he was made, or where he thought he was made, since he woke up there with no memory of anything else.


    The man looked at his own body, and examined it. He noticed there were hairs on his arms, and he was wearing full black. He felt around his head, and touched his beard, and hair. They both seemed outgrown, too large for his body, and they were long. But he did not think much of it, as he could not tell if they were long nor short, as he had never seen an average one.


    He had never seen anything like hair before, and he didn¡¯t know anything about anything. He only knew a single language, English, and the ability to remember new things. He constantly thought about the box he was in, and what might happen next as he sat down, and began to wait.


    Hours went by, and the man slowly thought something might happen. He looked around the room, and instinctively looked up at the radio, which was high on the wall, and unreachable. He thought some noise might come out of it, at least maybe a voice, and then it did.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    The voice started, and his empty metal box immediately started filling with sound, as he listened in.


    Chapter Two


    The voice began with a ringing. The ringing was a high pitch noise, and made the man¡¯s ears hurt. He didn¡¯t think about the ringing, because he had something much more important to prioritize his attention on. The voice had started, and it was telling him his situation.


    The voice lead on, ¡°This is a testing site. This testing site was designed to test the abilities of scientifically made soldiers to aid a company that¡¯s name will be kept private. You also may have noticed your full black clothing, and there is a white code on the front of your top.¡±


    The label read, ¡®#BCXN¡¯. The voice continued on telling him about his new code. It was to be used as his central name, and he would be referred to by it. He now knew his name, and why he was there. He was a scientifically made human, who had superhuman abilities, and were made specifically for fighting.


    He looked around the room, and he was prepared for the test to begin, which the voice had told him about. The test was supposed to be a test for his maneuverability. This was to test how well he could move in complicated situations, where he might have an odd place he is fighting in.


    The voice started once more, beginning with its ringing, it said aloud, ¡°The tests will begin momentarily,¡±


    He waited for the tests to begin, and knew he would have to complete it. He didn¡¯t know why he felt like he had to finish them, he just wanted to. He wanted some kind of achievement. Some kind of reward, even if the test was easy, he wanted to complete it as fast as he could, and do more and more things.


    The man instinctively looked towards the wall, as he had done with the camera, and he was ready for the test to begin. He stared at the wall silently, as he waited for the test to begin.

 Chapter 3

    The test began, as the wall opened up, revealing another room. The room was a single way corridor with floating walls hovering over what seemed to be a humongous hole. He thought back to the instructions he was given, he was to run on the walls to get to the end of the corridor.


    The man looked down, into the humongous hole, and worried about what would happen if he fell in, but then quickly stopped thinking about that, and instead thought about how he would complete this test. The platform he entered the room on and the first wall were around a 3 foot distance from each other, with a giant hole in between them.


    The man thought about it for several minutes, around six or seven, and then he decided upon a course of action. He would run up to the jump, and jump diagonally, and try to plant his feet on the first wall, from there he would continue, and run on the wall to jump to the next wall.


    The time had now come for #BCXN to put his plan into action. He breathed in a large amount of air, containing oxygen he could breath, exhaled, and backed up. He then ran forward as fast as he could, and when he reached the gap between the first wall and his platform, he jumped.


    He flew through the air, and he had landed on the wall, and he quickly ran to the end of that wall, and jumped once more. His feet planted onto the metal, and he ran on that wall once more, and jumped to the next, and so on.


    The man¡¯s jumping continued on, as he ran, jumped, ran, jumped, ran, jumped. He was getting tired, but just barely from each wall, and he had reached the seventeenth wall to jump, and he took another breath. This was his last breath before he continued his forward push to finish the test. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    He exhaled when he reached the end, and wondered what would happen from there. He had reached the end, but how would he get back to his room, and would he eat something? What would he do after this test? The man wondered about these things, but stopped worrying about most of them except how he would get back to the room.


    Suddenly, a spraying sound came from the room he was in. On the roof there was a vent, letting out some kind of gas into his room. The gas filled the room quickly, and #BCXN breathed the gas in, and was knocked out.  Two masked men in full back suits came into the room from a wall that had opened behind the man once he was knocked out, and dragged him into the hallway they had come from, and it quietly shut. The room emptied the gas, and it was left empty, and the lights inside of the room turned off.


    The man awoke in the same room, to see almost nothing had changed. The one thing that had changed was something new in the metal box. This new thing in the box was a tray. The tray had food on it, and the food was something healthy, which the man did not know yet.


    The food contained cooked meats such as steak, multiple vegetables like broccoli, carrots, and even more. This contained heavy nutrition, and made the body better, as an example, meat that could help muscle growth. The man would eat his food and then go to sleep.


    His food crunched in his mouth, and he chewed it carefully, making sure not to choke when he swallowed. The glass of water that had been on his plate he drank, and swallowed almost as carefully. He ate slowly, and finished after around an hour. The food tasted good, and then he laid down to go to sleep.


    He lay there, thinking about the tests, and how it worked. He knew that you couldn¡¯t normally run on walls like that, maybe it was some kind of scientific technology in that specific room, and that¡¯s what he would think, as he had no other ideas about it. He quietly put his thoughts to sleep, and then ended up asleep himself.

 Chapter 4

    The man awoke to the same room, with no differences once more after he slept. There was no evidence of night or day, so he could not tell. He walked around the room, thinking of what the next test could be. If he was truly made to be a soldier it could be more maneuverability, or weapon training. The man did not know for sure though.


    The man could only wait to be told what the test was, or wait for food to be delivered, or wait for a wall to open up, or wait for information to be given to him. He was heavily dependent on being told things. Though like many other things in the prison, he could not realize this.


    He would soon undergo another test, or he should at least. The voice had told him they would perform 4 tests on him then he would be set to his platoon, with a skill based ranking system. He wondered what the skill ranking would be based on, such as their maneuverability, use of tools, brain power, etc..


    He wondered what rank he would be, and what the ranks were. He thought that the highest ranks would be captain, and vice captain of the platoon. He did not know about ranks below that, maybe squad captains, or car drivers, or something else. He could not find out until he was in the platoon.


    At the moment, he wasn¡¯t thinking at all about this, and was instead thinking about the test that he would undergo next. He kept running the same thoughts and ideas through his brain, but he then started thinking about another part of the test. This part of the test was the time it would be done.


    This was much less to think about as it was just certain time periods. Maybe it would be ten minutes from now, or twenty minutes. He kept thinking, and he came to the conclusion of around an hour, but he skipped right past the right this moment mark, and thought it wouldn¡¯t be right now this moment, but it was. Stolen novel; please report.


    A random wall in his room slid to the left slowly, revealing a platform, once more, and a new room. He walked out onto the platform, and there was an assortment of multiple things beyond it.. There were boxes, walls, walls with steps on them, and much more.


    The voice began to speak giving him his directions, ¡°This test is like the last one. You will maneuver around the presented obstacles to reach the end of the course, and the test will be completed, and it will end.¡±  He already had this idea floating around in his brain just from looking at the obstacles, but he would still complete the test the same way.


    He was going to jump from side to side across the obstacles and complete it. He would put the plan into action soon, but yet again there was a gap between the platform and the first obstacle. He would once again have to jump, and for his life at that. Or that''s what he thought, since he couldn¡¯t even see the bottom of what seemed to be an endless pit.


    He jumped the gap quite easily, and began his fast pace race to the end. In the entire course, there was not one place where he could rest. He had to do it all in one take, and he wanted to do it fast. He jumped from obstacle to obstacle flying through the air as he jumped, and he was making progress towards the end.


    He grabbed on tightly to an obstacle once he landed on it, then quickly let go as he jumped to another one. He finished the test in no time, and took 7 breaths during it. He was exhausted, and the gas filled the room once more. He breathed it in and was knocked out.


    He awoke, and saw food in his room once more. He ate it again for the second time, and went to sleep. He would wake up in the morning in the same room, waiting for another test.

 Chapter 5

    The man awoke. The same room lay there before him, and he laid down once more after looking around the room. He layed staring at the light far up above him, thinking about what he would do next. The next test, more information about his status, or something else.


    He thought about the test. He was sure it would be something like his last test, and the one before that. He would be tested around his parkour skills, and nothing else, and he was sure of it. He couldn¡¯t get his mind off of this idea, so he walked around his room, and it soon turned to running.


    He ran around in circles silently. The room was silent as he ran, flowing through the air of the room. He looked around as he ran, and he noticed things about the room that he had never noticed before. These things were interesting to him. He saw more lights, a vent shaft, and even a door in the roof.


    He wondered what the door was used for. It could have been used to put him in there, or where his food came from. He wondered and made ideas for hours, before he would think about the test once more, and begin making ideas about that once again.


    After making ideas about the door, and examining it for hours he was done with it. He knew everything he could ever need to know about it without someone else telling him, or until he was released from the small prison.


    He looked around his room, and noticed nothing new this time. He would start thinking about the test. The idea that it was similar to the other tests had left his mind by now, and he began to think of other things. He thought that it could potentially be something that used a tool, or something that required other people.


    He thought that it could even be a tournament; other military members like him who were tested on fighting him at the same time, and whoever won would get into a platoon and get their rank from their skillset. #BCXN quickly thought this was impossible as it would be a waste for the company, of time, and of money.


    He kept thinking these things, until a wall in his room had a wall slide out of the way, revealing yet another room for his test. The room was much different than the others, except for one similarity. The same platform that he entered on for each test before stood there on the other side of his wall, and he stepped onto it. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    The room was filled with squares, but they were high up, and impossible to reach, or at least he thought they were impossible to reach, at least without any tools to help him. The platform he had stepped on also had something different for the first time. It had a table on it, with 4 long legs supporting the top.


    The table had something on it, which he could not figure out what it was. The man thought about this for minutes, and walked over to the table, and picked up the item from atop it. He examined it, and noticed buttons on its side. There was something on the underside of it that he could pull on, and a button that had an S ¡®safety¡¯ on it, and another button with an R ¡®release¡¯ on it.


    He pulled the thing on the underside of the weird tool, and something shot out from the front of the tool. The thing that had come out of the gun was something attached to a rope, and the rope led into the gun, like a lead back to the gun. The thing attached to the end of it had multiple sharp sticks around it, like spikes, he was sure, they were spikes.


    The thing latched onto the ground, after he released his finger from the trigger. He was pulled towards the ground, and he quickly pressed the button with an r on it. The tool stopped bringing him closer to the floor, and instead the thing that had shot out from the inside of the tool pulled back inside of it.


    He now understood how the tool worked, and stared up at the boxes. He wasn¡¯t sure, but he thought the tool could pull him up from the ground, and reach the box''s height. He was provided no instructions for this, so he had to use his instincts to know what to do.


    He knew what to do, and all he had to do was put it into action. He pulled the trigger on the bottom of the tool with it aimed for the first box in the air, and he flew upwards. The man lost focus for a second, and almost hit the bottom of the box, but quickly refocused.


    Instantly, he pressed the r button, and aimed once again for the next box, and pulled the trigger, making him fly up into the air once more. This made him go farther into the room, and he looked down. He stared into the abyss for seconds, before realizing something was at the other end of the corridor. This was his goal, to get to the end of the corridor, and complete the test.


    The man performed the action of pulling the trigger, and getting further into the corridor multiple times, and then he finally reached the end. He was careful to get down, and he slowly pressed the button with an S on it. This button slowly let him go downwards to the place at the end of the corridor that had a box above it.


    He had reached the bottom when gas started filling the room. The gas worked its magic, and he was quickly knocked out after he breathed it in. The lights turned off once more, and men appeared in suits, and again, dragged him out of the room.


    He awoke to eat his food, which he thought was considered his dinner. He ate the food quietly, and went to sleep, ready for the next day as he always was.

 Chapter 6

    The man awoke the next day, ready for a new test. He wandered around his room of metal and thought about why they had the grapple test if they were working on testing human limits and not new technology limits. He couldn¡¯t reach any conclusions, so he just decided to ignore it.


    The man instead worried what the next test would be. Itecould use tools once again, or it could be something physical he had to do. He did not know and couldn¡¯t find out unless he was super intelligent or the voice from the microphone telling him, so he waited. He sat down on the metal and waited for the microphone to come on.


    The ringing started, and then the voice. ¡°This next test is going to be dangerous. Some may even call it deadly, and it is very different then the tests you¡¯ve had before, as it will be with other subjects. Your goal, to eliminate the others. It¡¯s life or death in this test, and if you fail, you die. Good luck. By the way, we don¡¯t care who wins.¡± The way of talking sounded more careless, and sad, most likely because this test was much different.


    The man could not think about this though, since he was about to do the most dangerous test yet. The test would include other people trying to kill him, and he would try to kill them as well. There would only be one remaining winner, and he wanted it to be him, for survival.


    He could not think nor prepare for the upcoming test, as a random wall in his room opened up to reveal a huge box, bigger than any of the other tests, and it was filled with things to hide behind, and weave through, or even just to hide behind.


    Looking around, he saw a table with tools on it. The tools were labeled weapons on the side of all of them, and were like the grapple gun but without buttons on the side. There were triggers below the start of something that looked like the grapple launch tube, so he pulled it, and immediately it shot something out. It damaged the table, and went straight through it. It was a gun, with live ammo.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    The man grabbed more guns and decided to use one that could shoot faster, and was slightly bigger than the others, an assault rifle. He walked out of the gate behind the table, into the arena where the other subjects were. The gate closed behind him, no turning back now. He wandered around the confusing maze of objects, and found another subject.


    The subject he had found was dead. Someone had gotten there before him, meaning they must be close by. He continued on the path he was walking to find the subject, or man who had killed the other subject he found.


    The man was fast on the trigger, and shot first. The man missed however and yelled in anger and frustration at his early lead in the fight. He began to run away after he missed, but he was too late.


    The man aimed his gun at the other subject, and shot. Bullets came flying out extremely quickly, and soon they hit him. The bullet went through his back bones into his heart, and he was dead. His body fell to the floor, and bled out.


    The man felt nothing when the man died, if anything he felt good. Good that one more subject was gone from his victory. He continued on his path, ready to fight again.


    Deep into the arena, another subject that was much different from the man was hiding. The man was afraid and wanted out, and he screamed for freedom when he was first awoken in his metal box and the tests began. This subject had emotion, something that most other subjects did not, including the man with an assault rifle.


    The man would scream out on and on in his cell for them to let him out, but they only continued the tests just like for the other subjects. He didn¡¯t want to be there. He never believed them, and his life in the cell was much different. Much much different.

 Chapter 7

    He awoke, having no idea what was going on he yelled out for somebody to help him. He was in a metal box with no memories, wearing full black clothes, and a microphone on the roof of his cell. He had no idea where he was, or why he was there, and he didn¡¯t want to stay.


    The man hollered out, ¡°Let me out! Let me out of this room, this cell, this prison! Let me out, I don''t want to be here! This place is empty, I hate it! If you can hear me, let me out!¡± The man¡¯s cries for freedom were in vain, as no one responded. The man wandered around until he fell down from tears, and had given up.


    The man laid on the floor for hours, until he heard a ringing. The ringing hurt his ears, and he screamed in pain. The voice repeated the message to him as to all the other subjects.


    ¡°This room is a prison. This prison is used for experimenting on new subjects of humanity to test limits of the human body and new technologies. You were made in a laboratory from advanced incubating technologies. This room is the perfect place to keep you as it is a white cell with nothing but the microphone, too high to reach.¡±Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    The man screamed out, not believing anything the voice said. It was a perfect prison, made to stop him from escaping, and he hated it. He screamed and screamed and screamed. The man couldn¡¯t accept he was an experiment, and not a real human being born naturally, but instead made by an incubator in a laboratory.


    The man was in mental stress, and hated the entire prison. The prison was like a mental prison to him, instead of a testing site. The man went through the same tests, terrified of each one. However the grapple test was different for him.


    He walked out onto the platform terrified, knowing that he couldn¡¯t deny the tests. The table lay there with the grapple on it, and he was provided with the instructions on how to use it. The man was the only one given instructions for this test.


    The man was terrified of this idea, and was afraid to even touch the grapple gun. He grabbed the grapple gun, and used it. He was pulled up, and realized a new fear. A fear of heights. He hated it even more than the previous tests, and was terrified of it. The man hated it.


    After this test, the man went on to the death games, and walked out onto the platform with the same information as the other subjects, and was afraid of death, afraid of killing, and afraid of what would happen in this test.

 Chapter 8

    The scared man hid, breathing heavily. He hoped nobody would come near him, and he wanted to hide. He didn¡¯t know any of the other subjects, and didn¡¯t want to. He was hiding from death.


    Meanwhile the other man, who was the opposite of afraid, continued his hunt onwards. He walked slowly, and quietly. He made sure to not make much noise or else people would hear him coming, and run.


    Walking slowly, and steadily, the man found another subject. This subject was hiding trying to ambush other people, but was too slow to notice the man walking behind him. The man shot the man hiding, whose plan had failed.


    The man took the gun from the person hiding, he had chosen a pistol. The pistol was small and could fit in the pockets of the man''s pants. He hid the gun inside of his pocket, in case he needed it, and continued onward.


    The man came into a big open area, where two other subjects were battling. The subjects shot at each other and one hit the other with their bullet, while the other did not. The man who was shot fell to the floor, and had an injured leg from the bullet. Blood gushed out from the wound, and the subject yelled out in pain. The other subject quickly ended his misery and shot him in the head, killing him, instantly.


    The subject remained turned around, and saw the man staring at him, ready to shoot. The man had pulled out his weapon and was ready to fight if it came down to it. He was about to pull the trigger, when the subject¡¯s stomach opened up, and blood gushed out. It was a small wound, like a bullet hole, and the subject quickly died. This wound came with a loud sound, like a gun shooting from far away.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    The man looked around, and on top of a tall tower he saw another subject behind a box, holding a sniper in hand. This subject had killed the other with the sniper, and was the source of the loud noise. The sniper turned to look at the man and noticed he was looking back at him, and prepared to shoot.


    A loud bang went throughout the entire arena as the sniper shot. The man barely dodged the bullet, and had ducked behind a wall before the sniper could shoot another time.


    The man walked around, trying to get to the tower. He had already formulated a plan with his fast intuition. The plan was simple, to get to the top of the tower, and shoot the sniper before the sniper even had time to think.


    The tower was easy to navigate to, as it was extremely tall and easy to see. The man wandered around and eventually got to the tower. The tower had a staircase, leading all the way to the top.


    The man took the first step on the staircase, and started walking upwards. He walked quietly and slowly, as to not be too loud or attract the snipers attention, and get shot before he even reached the top. He arrived at the top of the tower after about 20 minutes of walking. On his journey of walking he heard 3 gunshots from the sniper, at different times. The sniper took more and more lives as time went on.


    As the man got to the top of the stairs, he pulled the assault rifle off of his back and immediately pointed it at the sniper. He shot the sniper in the head as quickly as he could, knowing that the sniper would have shot him first. The man had noticed quickly that the man had a pistol by his side as well, and would pick it up and shoot first. He couldn¡¯t let that happen.


    The sniper fell down, as blood gushed out of his head he fell off of the tower. Blood showered down on the floor beneath the tower, and the sniper''s body made a loud thump when it hit the floor, but it was quiet to the man as he was far away from the floor.

 Chapter 9

    The scared subject sat, hidden in his corner, afraid still. The loud gunshots had just started and were terrifying to the subject. He knew they were sniper shots, and that the sniper was looking for their next target to shoot, and he thought he would be the next every time the loud gunshot was made.


    The gunshots continued, and each time the sniper shot, he jumped. The man sat in the corner breathing heavily, and eventually, the sniper shots stopped. But they didn¡¯t just stop randomly. There was something before their stop, less loud gunshots, and many more. The man who had reached the top had shot his gun many times at the man and killed him.


    The terrified subject was glad the shooting stopped, but was also worried more about the fact someone else who could kill the sniper could now use the sniper gun if they wanted to. The man shut his eyes to blink and tried not to think about it. He just hoped he wouldn¡¯t get found.


    The man who had killed the sniper was doing something different from the subject''s thoughts of what he might do. The man was no sniper, he was only good at close combat, and he realized this.


    He knew that no one else could get the sniper, or there would be dire consequences. Thinking about it, he came up with a way to stop the sniper from being used by anyone else.


    He picked up the sniper, and threw it off of the large tower. The sniper fell with extreme speed, and quickly hit the floor. The sniper broke as soon as it landed on the floor. The pieces scattered onto the floor randomly, and the sniper was unusable. His idea had worked.


    The man slowly descended the stairs, being careful as to not fall off. The staircase had metal railing, but he couldn¡¯t be too safe. He easily got to the bottom, and stepped off of the staircase, safely. He stepped beside the body of the sniper, and the broken sniper pieces, and continued on to find more people. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    He walked around and noticed something. There was a pile of guns, and a dead body next to it. This surprised the man, as it looked like someone was hoarding the guns. He wondered why someone would do this if they couldn''t use them all at the same time. The body had 3 guns in its hands, like the dead subject was the one hoarding them.


    Before the man arrived, the terrified subject had an encounter. He was still hiding, and he wasn¡¯t found on purpose, but the hoarder came near his hiding spot. The subject who was hoarding decided to use the place to pile up the guns of his victims.


    Mistaken, the terrified subject came out of his hiding spot. The hoarder''s hands were filled with guns, and he was completely defenseless, giving the subject the perfect chance to kill him. He shot him with the small pistol he had chosen as his weapon. The man died as soon as the bullet penetrated his skin and hit a vital organ in the stomach.


    The terrified subject was still in his hiding spot, too afraid to leave, and came out once again, pointing his pistol at the man. The terrified subject was not so lucky this time. The man had his assault rifle in hand and it was pointed directly at the subject''s head. The terrified subject noticed this and knew it was the end. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and his pistol dropped from his hands. The man had no mercy, and immediately shot him as soon as his pistol was dropped.


    The man picked up as many guns as he could carry that would be useful to him on his journey to win this death game. The man did not feel any sadness nor remorse, as he couldn¡¯t. He was provided no emotion, and no reason to feel bad for others. This man was a killing machine. Made to kill and made to not feel anything when he did, except for accomplishment, at a victory, no matter how easily won. The man would not stop until every other subject in that arena, except for himself, was dead and rotting. This was a life or death game after all, certainly not a fun one.

 Chapter 10

    The man wandered around aimlessly looking for targets. He was ready to kill anybody he saw, no matter what. The man was determined to win, and he wasn¡¯t doing anything else but winning. The man wondered if this was even considered a test anymore, but didn¡¯t care that much, as his top priority was survival.


    The man was walking when a subject jumped out of his spot behind a wall and tried to shoot. The bullet missed the man and he immediately ran towards the other subject. The other subject, realizing his mistake in taking on this man, ran away, hoping, for his life, that he was faster. But he wasn¡¯t.


    The man gripped his assault rifle and took it off of his back whilst running, and aimed it at the other subject immediately. He gripped it tightly, and started spraying bullets at the running subject, who was helpless against the barrage of bullets from behind.


    Bullets were hitting the subject dozens of times in just a few seconds. Blood gushed out from each of his wounds, and the man fell. The man felt pain for only a second, then he died. An almost painless death. This was to be the fate of all who encountered the man, a merciless slaughter once they realized they messed with the wrong person, and started running. To have no escape, to have no hope to cling onto.


    The man walked away slowly, with no feeling of guilt or remorse. He continued his journey. People were coming out of hiding spots, wandering around like him and much more trying to kill him. None of the attempts were successful however. They were sprayed with bullets from his assault rifle, shot in the head with a pistol, or were even clobbered with the back of one of his guns. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    The man was unstoppable. No other subject could stop his rampage, and it was a clear cut victory. The man stepped close to what he knew to be the last subject in the arena with him. He pointed a pistol directly at his head, and told him that he was going to die. The other subject looked directly into the man¡¯s eyes. ¡°No,¡± the man said. ¡°Why would I? I know you¡¯re the one that''s killed every other person that I haven¡¯t damn killed myself, so why should I?¡± The subject asked. The man didn¡¯t respond with words, but instead, he responded with a bullet. A bullet to the head.


    This meant that he had won the arena challenge. The challenge where he fought with other people to survive, the game of life and death, the death game, the 1vs world. This was his perfect victory, his succession of the test. He was ready for the next test, if there even was one.


    The ringing started, a familiar sound he had heard before the battle began. It was the normal robotic voice he had heard before. The message was for his victory and completion of this final test.


    ¡°You have completed the final test. This means you will now be let out to complete your real purpose, to kill. You were not designed for tests, you were designed to be the perfect killing machine. With no emotion, mercy, or remorse. You were made by a private corporation seeking to upgrade their military power. You will be released into an army platoon along with several other people who have gone through this test, exactly as you have.¡±


    The man finally knew his real purpose. His purpose was to kill. His purpose was something he was designed for, murder. The man was glad he could finally get out of the prison he was in for so long. This was the end of his journey inside of the prison. Although he would have another journey outside of his prison, much more full of death, victories, and more. He walked out of the room through a  huge gate that had opened, and all the obstacles in his way to the gate lowered into the floor. This was the end of his story at the prison, and he would never be back here, though he didn¡¯t know this yet.

 Chapter 11

    Loud grinding noises sounded out into the vast desert. Large gates opened at a facility that somewhat looked like a bunker. Men walked out in fleets, dressed in a uniform meant for war.


    A man dressed in full black clothing came out of a different hatch in the ground. The sun shined bright, blazing heat upon the soldiers. The man dressed in full black gave instructions to the crowd. They were about a mission the platoon of soldiers were going to do.


    The mission was to infiltrate an illegal immigration site to get more workers for the company. The men marched through the harsh environment with guns loaded full of live ammunition. They marched until they reached their desired destination.


    Their destination was a parking spot full of armored trucks for the men. Cars were much faster and it saved energy. The men set their rifles down onto the seats, and climbed into the trucks. Once they were in the truck, they picked their guns back up, and gripped them tightly.


    The soldiers sat in the car awaiting their arrival at the immigration site. Their plan was to walk to the cars, then drive to the immigration site. They would sneak in through the back entrance and put the immigrants at gunpoint, then bring them back to the base. Once back at the base, the immigrants would be transferred to a work facility nearby. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    The plan was simple, but it was sure to be effective. The men still sat, still as statues, only moving to breath. They were like robots. The reason for this was that they were made by an incubator inside of a laboratory at another one of the company''s facilities.


    The men had also gone through multiple tests to make sure they were strong enough. These tests included physical stunts, and even fighting against other people in a life or death game. The soldiers'' ranks were based on how fast they could complete the fighting test. The fastest, or most skilled would be the leader inside of the platoon.


    The leader in this platoon was a man who was given the code #BCXN. Every soldier and worker that worked for the company, that were produced by the company in its lab¡¯s, were labeled with this same type of 4 digit code.


    #BCXN, the leader of the platoon, sat in the front of one of the armored trucks. The man breathed quietly, and a fly flew around near him, buzzing. The man quickly squashed the bug in the palm of his hand. The man did not get his hands dirty; he had gloves on.


    #BCXN was a merciless killer, and had no emotion, or remorse. The recording of the tests showed his abilities. The man mercilessly slaughtered everyone in his arena, and came out unscathed, with no wounds. He was even able to beat a sniper, who was sitting on the top of an incredibly high tower in the arena. The top members and executives of the private company knew he was good at what he was meant for, and made him the captain.


    As time passed, the cars got closer and closer to their destination. They arrived at the camp, still in the desert, but in an oasis. The river''s water ran across the camp, while the men got out of their cars. They were ready for this.

 Chapter 12

    The platoon unloaded out of the vehicles, guns in hand. They gripped the weapons tightly and pointed at the immigrants, who were all confused, shocked, and defenseless.


    The immigrants were all out of their tents. #BCXN yelled at the immigrants to drop whatever they might have in their hands, and follow them. Most people dropped their items and gathered in a group, being surrounded by the platoon members.


    Some others did not however. This was a deadly mistake. #BCXN hollered out for them to drop their items, or he would have their body¡¯s drop instead. The people refused once again, saying he was not enough of a man to do it. #BCXN did not care about what they were saying about him, he just wanted to complete this mission.


    He was done, as this was a waste of time. These people were distracting him, and wasting his time he could be spending on another mission, or doing something else more important than this. The man looked at the people in the eyes, and shot them. Their bodys flopped down and thumped the floor.


    The men breathed in a sigh, this was a waste of workers, but for efficiency, it was needed.


    The men started collecting the immigrants into the cars. Making sure there was no escape the entire time. The immigrants were all collected quietly, and without any casualties. It seemed that they had learned their lesson after witnessing first hand what they could do with little effort, and didn¡¯t want to end up like the immigrants who had already dropped dead.


    The cars¡¯ engines started, the tires screeched on the dirt, and then they started off back to the base. This was the platoon''s first mission, except for the one member supervising who worked with the company, and wasn¡¯t really a soldier. He was to make sure they wouldn¡¯t betray the mission, and it would all go well. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    The men unloaded off at the base the company made. The platoon member¡¯s came out neatly, while the immigrants came out in jam-packed circles of people, guarded by some of the platoon members making sure they wouldn¡¯t try to run away.


    The immigrants were moved towards a certain area of the base, where they would be picked up by the trucks that would take them to the workplace.


    The crowd was loud, but when they were told to stop making noise, they did. Most likely because they did not want to die.


    The vehicles that arrived at the base were huge buses with no windows. This was the perfect way to conceal location, and to not get caught.


    The Immigrants stepped into the buses one by one, filling all of the seats, and the drivers got in after all of them, along with 3 guards, and left the base.


    This process continued for every bus, of which there were 7. The buses made loud noises driving off, and the base went silent.


    The platoon¡¯s mission had been accomplished, and the rest of the day would just be relaxing for the team. They ate food, trained their aim, practiced throwing knives, and even just normally slept.


    The men went to sleep for the night after eating dinner. Their dinner was served on a silver tray, just like when they were in the test stages, but it was different food. The tray consisted of bacon, ham, turkey, eggs, vegetables like broccoli, spinach, and many more nutritious foods. This was in order to keep the body in perfect condition and not gain or lose any weight. This helped them be the best they could be at their job.

 Chapter 13

    The men woke up, almost all at the same time. They walked in lines to get their daily breakfast, and a drink. They were served bacon, eggs, and sausage.


    Today would be their next mission. This mission would be much more dangerous than the last one, and have more reward for the company than just a few more workers. The mission would also not need anybody there from the company to supervise them, as they could now be trusted. The company also didn¡¯t want to risk their higherup¡¯s lives in this mission.


    The mission was for them to go into a competing corporation''s main headquarters and raid it. Not too dangerous, except for the guards. But the location is the biggest problem. The headquarters is in the middle of a huge city with hundreds of officers who would just try to stop the entire attack, as it would be illegal. They could not fail.


    The entire platoon would go into the mission with strategic battle gear basically designed for the headquarters¡¯ layout. Their equipment would be riot shields, to defend against guns, push guards, and to go up stairs whilst still guarded by the shield.


    They would also be wearing military-grade bulletproof vests. The vests were made up of a very hard fabric material, and stacked up extremely hard fish scales in between the fabric touching the body, and the fabric showing on the outside.


    The weapons they would carry were their normal assault rifles, a pistol, and a knife. The pistol and knife were used for close quarters combat, in case a guard managed to sneak up on them, while their assault rifles were meant for killing the employees in the building. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    The way they would get to the Headquarters was very different from the last time, as it would be underground. They would drive there in a pre-built tunnel, made before the mission was even briefed to the platoon. The tunnel was quite large, and had stable support to stop the roof from collapsing, and accidentally destroying the entire city, and revealing where the tunnel came from.


    The cars they would drive through the tunnel with were large armored vehicles, much like the ones they used for the last mission, except the tiniest bit different. The cars would be longer, and be able to carry more members per vehicle. This step was only needed to make less they were risking in this mission.


    The platoon was getting ready for the mission, in other words, preparing. Members of the platoon drove out the different vehicles they would use for the mission, and other members lined up to get into the cars. This was all inside of the underground base, where the tunnel was linked.


    The men got onto the cars, ready to go on the long journey to the city, since it was miles away from them, and the cars couldn¡¯t travel that fast because of the weight of the people, and their size. The platoon members sat down, hunkered down. Their riot shields sat on the leg space where their feet were, and their guns laid on the chair, hooked to their back.


    The drive would be long, and the men would have to wait for it to be over, so they could really start their mission. The mission would be the hardest and most dangerous thing they had done in their already short lives, as they had been incubated and tested on just a few days ago, but it would be worth it for the company.

 Chapter 14

    The tires of the vehicles screeched, as the drivers grabbed onto the steering wheel. The cars turned around, and drove into the tunnel. This was the start of their journey. The journey would last hours, and the drivers would sit the battle out, and wait back in the cars.


    The cars drove for hours. The men in the first car, who were the strongest, went through the plan over and over again to stick it into their brains. The mission was hard, and they were making strategies to make it easier. They talked and talked.


    Some were trying to find the most efficient way to kill all of the employees, while others talked amongst themselves how to get rid of the guards, and be stealthy. They could not afford to get caught, and would have to be as silent as possible. They also had to be fast, as the bullets would be extremely loud. They didn¡¯t want to attract attention, but the guns they would use would be the most dangerous part.


    Hours passed, and they reached their destination. There was a large metal area for them to unload, and start the real mission. The cars parked, and people started unloading. The men grabbed their riot shields, and stepped out.


    The men walked around the metal box, which was packed full of crates that had items in them to help them in their mission. Some had tool boxes, while others had masks. Almost everybody grabbed a mask, and put it on. The mask covered their entire face, and they could only see through specialized one sided glass, that only they could see through. There was no possibility that they would have any face details leaked. The men who didn¡¯t get the mask were the drivers, and #BCXN. #BXCN already had a special built in mask that was much higher grade than the other masks.


    Men pulled their guns from their back and prepared. The tunnel was under all circumstances, invisible, except for a staircase that was supposed to be the staircase to the basement. Noone ever went into the basement of the headquarters, so it was the perfect place to build the tunnel leading to it. It also had easy access to the inside of the headquarters, and allowed little effort to use.


    Men climbed up the stairs, and once they reached the door, they easily opened it. The hall was empty, and the men could walk out of the room. They walked forward, and they split up. Half of the people went and searched to the right of the hallway, whilst the other half went the other direction. The leader of the platoon, #BCXN stood there until every other member was gone. He then made his move.


    He looked around the hallways, and pulled out his assault rifle, like the others had already done. There was still a direction the others hadn¡¯t gone too. The direction they hadn¡¯t gone was backwards. There was a hallway leading to multiple rooms, that he could raid alone. This part of the job was his alone. He had the power and skill to completely demolish that part of the building, with ease.


    Whilst the other men walked around, spreading out more and more, #BCXN walked through the endless maze of hallways. The man went through his seventh hallway, and finally saw a doorway. The door had no windows in it, or any way to look inside of the room, so in return the man bust the door down.


    The door fell, and the man held his riot shield pointing into the room. Several men sat down, having a meeting. The men had black suits with red ties. They looked at the man, confused. There was no way they could know what was happening right now. A guard stationed at the meeting pulled out  a gun from his pocket, a pistol, and told #BCXN to halt and give him information.


    #BCXN looked at the man, put his riot shield up once more, and then gripped the gun he had in his hands hard, and pointed it at the guard. Unlike the guard he didn¡¯t waste his time asking for anything, and shot. The wound made blood gush out of the wound, and the man dropped to the floor, dead.


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    He quickly looked to the others in the room, and with no remorse, killed them too. Their bodies lay back in the chairs, limp. They were all dead, and they were bleeding out all of their blood. Their meeting was at a bad time.


    #BCXN looked around the room, and then left. He looked around and saw many doorways, but most of the time they were just empty janitor closets. Eventually, however, he found one with hundreds of people. This was an easy mark to decimate the company''s numbers, and he looked around the room.


    The room was a cafeteria. It was packed full of the employees who were grabbing lunch, and the people cooking it.  The tables were huge, and the people sat still. The man would make his move in just seconds, and kill them all.


    The man opened the door with a window, of which he had been looking through, and aimed his gun inside. The man shot with no remorse. The assault rifle bullets penetrated dozens. Soon hundreds. The bodies dropped to the floor, and laid limp, with no way of still being alive. Almost every single person had been shot in the head, and with no mercy at that. There was no remorse or sorrow in the man¡¯s bullets.


    Whilst #BCXN was doing this, his platoon¡¯s men were killing almost as much as him. Groups spread out in different hallways, quickly eliminating many targets. People split up, and found doors leading to rooms where employees were talking, or doing their job. Office areas were quickly dealt with, as there was no way to hide well from them.


    His second in command was leading the biggest group, as he was crowned second for not his strength, but for his strategic mindset. His tests were all but impossible, and yet he had the best strategy to succeed in them. Their group was using better strategies for finding where the people most likely were.


    The competing company would have nothing left after this, as a different platoon at their base had completely robbed the company of all their funds, and killed their sponsors. This was it for them, and they could not do anything about it. People died every minute in the headquarters, and soon the company itself would fall.


    By now, hundreds had died, and now they had to be even faster. They had to be faster because of all the noise they made with the guns. Police were taking notice, and trying to find the source of the noise. The men continued killing, knowing this.


    Bullets went off quickly, and the men runned fast through the hallways. The entire building would soon be empty, except for them. But they would also soon leave after that, and escape. Multiple SWAT units drove to the building as fast as possible, they thought it needed to be dealt with immediately.


    Cops unloaded from their cars, and surrounded the building immediately. The captain looked out the window, and saw the cars. He immediately radio¡¯d into the rest of the platoon, and told them. The other members were sure that everybody in the building was dead.


    The men met up where they started, at the doorway to the old basement, and now the new tunnel to their base. They walked down the staircase with caution, making sure not to fall. Nobody fell, and they got back in the cars, and left.


    Meanwhile the cops had busted the doors down, and were looking for them. This went on for hours, but since they had already left, all the police found was dead bodies. They wondered why it was just a slaughter instead of a heist.


    The cars had driven until a mile away, and were going to make sure they would escape now. After being one mile away, the plan was to bomb the place where the tunnel was linked. The captain took out the button from his pocket, which he had left back in the car, and pressed it.


    Back at the building, the cops fell through the floor, as it exploded. The entire building came down from the bomb. A spectacular ending to this mission. The entire plan was a success, and a beautifully cruel one at that.

 Chapter 15

    The men arrived back at their base, and it was already night. The men were ready to go to sleep, and wait for the next day''s mission when they woke up. They ate dinner and slept, until the next day.


    The night had passed like the blink of an eye for the men. They walked out of their dorms, and ate breakfast. It was the same meal, and they did not care for it. They didn¡¯t care for anything they ate.


    The mission today would be much easier than yesterdays, and the next day they would rest, for they had a big mission the day after that. They were only worried about their current mission for today though.


    The mission was to take control of a small area of land that had been stolen from the company days beforehand. The mission was out of the blue for the team, as they were planning on resting that day, and doing the mission that was already planned the next day, but they still didn¡¯t mind.


    The men loaded onto the armored vehicles they had used for their first mission. The men brought the same gear as the first mission, their assault rifle, a knife, a pistol, and full black clothing with no protection. This was because of the fact that the mission was less dangerous, and easier.


    The main plan was to secure the area by ¡®removing¡¯ the guards stationed there by who captured the area of the desert. Then they would capture any hire-up¡¯s for information, and take all of the resources they could, which would be another group''s job, as they were mainly a combat platoon.


    The tires screeched once more, and the car revved its engines, and they were on their way. The car''s tires scratched against the dirt floor, and bumped on the floor, full of hills.


    The cars had reached their destination, and the mission was going to be started, and very easily completed. They gripped their assault rifles tightly, and treaded lightly on the barrier that the company who took the area captive had set up. They had pliers to make a hole in the fence, and breach it.


    They used the pliers, and shut them down, and pulled back. The wire in the fence was swiftly cut, and they continued. They made a hole in the fence that was around 7 feet. They walked quietly into the fenced off area, hoping no one would see them.


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    Their outfit was bad for this occasion, and time however. They were quickly spotted by a guard, who held an assault rifle. He immediately pointed it at them, ready to shoot. He pulled the trigger, but missed. Everyone there had dodged the bullets, and the captain was running in to attack the guard.


    He swiftly dodged the man''s bullets, and continued running. The distance was getting cut down in seconds, and he grabbed his pistol, and pointed it at the man. Not needing anything from the guard, he shot his pistol, the bullet flying through the air.


    At the campsite where the people who took over the area were, there was commotion. They had heard the bullets, and were afraid. They had no clue what to do, and thought that someone had come to take the property back. The higher-up stationed there was having none of it. He called out all of the guards. He was going to try to defend the land they had stolen.


    The men quickly got to the campsite, where dozens of rows of guards stood still, guns loaded with ammo and pointed at the men, ready to shoot. The man in charge promoted a deal with the platoon to make sure nobody got hurt, but before he could finish, the captain told everyone to shoot. Guns started firing, and bullets were flying through the air.


    Many people were dying but none of the platoon members. The guns soon ran out of ammo, but not quick enough, as all of the guards were dead. There was a group of the higher-ups left, along with the man who made this plan in the first place.


    The only other people were the ones who had stayed in the tents and hid. This was a bad decision for them, as they should have tried to run, but chose wrong. The platoon members shot the tents, killing everybody inside of them. This was their victory, and they could return back to the base now.


    The captives were taken into the captain''s car, and sat in the backseat with the captain, to keep them extremely secure. They reached the base quickly, and handed over the captives to their company, and went to bed after eating dinner.


    The next day they rested, training their aim, lifting weights, and reading books. They didn¡¯t want to waste any time, and instead wanted to do something in that extra time. Some played sports in different areas around the base.


    They went to sleep that night much more prepared than the night before, as the next mission would be tomorrow, and they had to be ready. If they weren¡¯t ready, there could be dire consequences.

 Chapter 16

    The men awoke, ready for the mission they would have to complete today. They lined up, grabbed breakfast, then ate it. The other platoons went on their missions for the day, whilst their platoon waited for their planned mission to begin.


    The mission was a tough one, but they needed to do it for the company. Recently, the labs where the men were made, and the tests performed, were getting found. Their mission was to find the company responsible for this, and destroy it to make sure they couldn¡¯t do it again.


    Their strategy was to wait around the laboratory that was found the most, and wait for them to show up. After that they would quietly follow them to their base, and capture them. After that they would get information from the people using ¡®advanced interrogation techniques¡¯ or, torture.


    The men loaded their weapons and put on their outfits for most of their missions, the full black clothing. They then loaded themselves onti\o the vehicles. Engines revved, and tires screeched as the cars were turned on, and were driven off to the lab.


    The lab¡¯s location was much different than the bases, as it was not in the company''s huge land mass, the desert, but somewhere else entirely. The lab was in the middle of a jungle, to be exact, the amazon jungle. It was in the parts that people had never explored, and couldn¡¯t explore for dozens of years to come, so it was impossible to find, or atleast, that''s what they thought anyway.


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    They knew that no ordinary person could find their base, and thought it must have been some kind of military organization with advanced techniques that were trying to hunt down the company. This was very common as multiple companies that were highly advanced in technology like this were enemies of the company.


    They reached a tunnel at the end of the desert that would lead all the way to the jungle spot. The tunnel was very well hidden, and you could only find it if you knew exactly where it was, which, obviously, should have been impossible without being inside of the company''s many ranks.


    The tunnel was dark, and had very dim lighting. It was a lot like the other tunnel they had gone through, but with less support beams, and less space. The reason for this was the lack of buildings over the tunnel needed to be kept up, and the cars were smaller then from the last mission.


    The location of the laboratory had been reached, and the cars exited the tunnel. The men then got ready to unload off of their armored vehicles. They hopped down from the cars, and quickly got in lines of platoon members.


    From then they would hide in bushes, and wait for the men to show up. This could take seconds, hours, or even days, but it had to happen at night, or they would be easily spotted. The men waited and waited for hours until the searchers finally came to the lab, and then the men jumped out of the bushes, ready to ambush them, and easily win this fight, but it would be much harder than anybody in the company had anticipated. Much, much harder.

 Chapter 17

    The bushes rustled, and the entire platoon jumped out from the bushes where they were hidden. The people who had kept visiting the laboratory seemed to be surrounded, with no escape. The platoon had them completely surrounded, and had aimed their guns directly at the intruders.


    The intruders looked around calmly, and reached for their backs, which had guns on them. The men saw this as an act of defense against the ambush, and shot. The explorers were shot dozens of times over, but the explorers had clicked a button before they had died, which sent a signal to the rest of their forces.


    The signal was immediately detected by #BCXN and he swiftly alerted the others that they had signaled to more enemies that were coming to attack. The men immediately began climbing up trees, finding shrubbery, and even looking for the other attackers. This was still their battleground, and they could not lose the entire lab to this company.


    The enemy came in droves. There were hundreds and hundreds of them, and they all held weapons of some sort. Whilst most held assault rifles, some had miniguns, RPGs, and even regular pistols. They were outnumbering the single platoon, and out-gearing them.


    The captain looked in awe at the hundreds of enemies, and immediately came up with a plan. He would call in back-up, and then they would start their attack on the enemy. They would hopefully hold off the immense numbers until another platoon came to aid their situation.


    #BCXN told his plan to the others using a brain transplant used to send information to the other members of his platoon. They all agreed with the plan, and they started firing at the enemy army from all angles. The army was confused, and disorganized once this happened but their commander, a man who was massively tall and had an RPG in both hands yelled out to them to shoot at the trees.


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    The army immediately listened and shot at the trees. Men of the platoon dodged around the bullets, whilst some others fell from the trees from either panic, or getting shot down. Once they hit the floor they were sprayed with bullets to make sure they were dead for good.


    The platoon¡¯s men were dropping like flies, and the enemies were too. The enemy wouldn¡¯t back down even though they had lost more than 200 of their men. Soon the other platoon would arrive, and the enemy would die, but how much damage had they already caused?


    The enemy army loaded their RPGs and aimed for the lab that was still nearby. They pulled the trigger, and the moving bomb flew towards the lab. They did not care for their lives, they just wanted to do as much damage as possible to the company before they inevitably died.


    The rockets that had been shot flew through the air ready to hit their target, the lab, but were instead stopped by a shield. The shield was bomb proof, and it was a shield from the other platoon they had signaled help from. The lab had been saved, and now the enemy was outnumbered.


    The enemy reloaded their rocket launchers and shot at the new platoon, but the shields stopped the rockets. The battle was won, and the damage taken to a minimum, but the platoon had lost many members, and this was bad for the company, as this was its strongest platoon yet.


    The platoon that came to aid them killed the remaining enemies, and shot the commanders legs. The commander bled out and screamed in agony, but no one cared. He then realized the kind of monsters that the company had made. He was brought back to the base and was to be interrogated there. Through various methods, even painful ones. They did not care for his life, and would get the information they needed from him, it was the end for the company who attacked them, and a new mission for another time.

 Chapter 18

    The men unloaded from their armored vehicles, and brought the hostage with them. The leader carried the huge mass of flesh with both of his hands gripped tightly to the man''s chest, and  his highest ranking members that were still alive surrounded him, assault rifles in hand, ready to shoot the hostage.


    The commander was taken into a room that was filled with various tools for torture. There were murder weapons, chains, everything you could think of. There was absolutely no way they couldn¡¯t get the information they needed.


    Someone normal just seeing the tools would tell all of their information right then and there, but the commander was different. After realizing what kind of monsters were in the platoons of the company, he strengthened his mind because he knew that if they knew anything of his bosses, they would die.


    The man was chained to the wall, still wearing his battle outfit, and was immediately threatened. The men told him to tell them about the company and people he worked for, but he didn¡¯t budge. They went through all of the weapons on the walls, and eventually picked a torture tool.


    This was now  completely different then before, and the man fessed up after the tool was used on him, but not quickly, but the opposite. He was tortured for hours by the men, who didn¡¯t stop. They had no emotion, so didn¡¯t even show remorse, or feel it.


    The man¡¯s company was a competing company, as they had anticipated. The company''s name was Setro AutoDynamics. They now had a company to destroy once again, and it was going to be even harder, since they only knew the location.


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    The commander they tortured knew nothing but its location. He was killed shortly after the interrogation, and his body was used in the same lab his army had visited for so long. They would now go to the enemies headquarters, and attempt to destroy them.


    This would be hard by themselves, however. Their numbers had recently been demolished by the army they faced the same day, and they were obviously going to be very outmatched in weaponry, so multiple platoons would go on this mission.


    They had already begun to make a plan with the higher-ups to take down the company. Three other platoons would accompany them on this mission, and they would have better gear than any mission before. They would have their bullet-proof vests, riot shields, and new things such as upgraded weapons.


    Their plan was to drive their in upgraded vehicles, buses with military grade guns on the top of them, and windows made of metal that would open and shut on command from the press of a button. They were heavily prepared for the mission, and they wouldn¡¯t fail, they couldn¡¯t fail.


    They would continue the plan¡¯s operations the next day, but for now, they had to get rest, and sleep. Some would not though, and they would work on the plan all the same, or just not sleep. This would be a dire mistake for many of them, but not all. This was going to be the most dangerous mission they had ever, and will ever complete. Now it was life or death for the platoon.


    Before, their missions were easy, but now they were out-geared, and they could possibly be outnumbered again as well. This could be the end, or an entirely new beginning. It really depended on luck.

 Chapter 19

    The platoon¡¯s met up the next day, and the members were in droves. The armored buses drove down the lines picking up dozens of people at a time, and the highest ranking sat on the weapons that were mounted on top of the vehicles. Miniguns, assault rifles, and even rocket launchers or another name for them, RPGs.


    The men sat down in their specific spots on the buses with their armored windows on the side of the bus next to them, ready to function. The men lined the seats of the buses, one member for each seat, and they were ready for war. Some looked tired, mainly the ones from #BCXN¡¯s platoon.


    They had not slept the night before, and neither had #BCXN, but much different than them, he looked ready as ever for the mission. Maybe it was adrenaline, or something else in his body, but he was ready for the battle. He would be on the bus going in first, with the strongest men in all of the platoons on it.


    The men ranged from captains to members who had just performed well, better than others. They all had better weapons, even the people in the bus at the windows. Upgraded assault rifles, or miniguns in their hands, and the top weapons had upgraded ammunition, allowing more death to occur from them.


    They were going to win this fight, thought it would be cruel, deadly, and would most likely demolish their numbers once more. They did not care for this, as the threat of what could happen to the company, and labs overall would very much outweigh their deaths by tenfold.


    The battle would start at noon, when they arrived there. They would start the battle immediately, and end it as fast as possible.


    The location was their biggest problem. The headquarters of the company they were trying to take down was right next to a huge city just miles away. The gunshots and battle would definitely be heard, so once again they would have to hurry and complete the mission.


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    The car tires screeched against the ground and the buses drove out of the base, heading towards the enemy''s base that they would be attacking that same day. This was another hard mission for #BCXN and his remaining members of his platoon, and they all hoped that the platoon would not die that day, but inside, they knew it would have to, as there would be nothing left for the platoon to do after this.


    The numbers would be too small, and they would not be able to complete any sort of task easily. This was the last day of the platoon''s existence, so they would make it memorable at least, as they would have accomplished two of the most important missions, one by themselves, and another with two other platoons.


    This was the platoon¡¯s legend, its true purpose, but they did not care for that this very moment. They were thinking about the mission, and only about the mission. They wondered how many would live through the suicide mission, and if it would be successful.


    The tires screeched against the dirt as the cars drove to the base, and the men were silent. The drivers would notify them whenever they would arrive. This was to save energy, and it would make more noise to attract others'' attention. They had to stay silent and not move at all. The dirt road they were following was coming to an end, and the buses turned to drive down another path. This path led straight to the base, and they would soon get there.


    The tires crushed leaves and branches on the ground, and they had finally arrived. The drivers notified the others of the arrival, and they sat straight up in their chairs, and looked at the huge headquarters. Unlike the other company, it was not a skyscraper, but it was more of a ground base, a large camp for their army was a large portion of it. This meant all of their soldiers must have been there, and their weapons. This was going to be a deadly and real war, and the end for the platoon, as it is and, as it was.

 Chapter 20

    The men picked up their guns, and put the button onto them. This button controlled the windows next to each member of the platoons. They were ready to fight, and this was the way they would use the windows to their best ability. They were prepared for the oncoming battle.


    Whilst the men in the buses did this, the ones on top grabbed onto the handles of their large weapons, miniguns and rocket launchers. This was their main way to destroy the enemy''s numbers, and their base, to make sure they could never strike back again.


    The men with rocket launchers were prepared to start the battle. The rockets flew towards the gate, and there was a loud explosion. The gate had been blown away, and the dirt smoldered, and the flames died out on the ground.


    They had started the war against the competing company, and their troops were now lining up outside of their camps, and they had weapons in hand. Their assault rifles were not the most worrying thing about them, although it was worrying. There were multiple huge men, all commanders of the army, like the one they had captured, and killed.


    There were thousands of soldiers lining the battlefield, and the platoon¡¯s were definitely outnumbered. This time however, there were more skilled people, and they had better mobility, better protection, and better weapons. They would definitely win this. Multiple men stood on the buses who did not get a seat, who were ready to run out of the buses, and start firing.


    The men looked at eachother, and the driver opened the door, allowing them to go wild in the army camp. They ran out and gripped the gun¡¯s in their hands, aimed it towards the camp, and immediately started firing at the huge army. The numbers were barely budging in their favor though, as the other side of the battle started firing back, killing dozens of the ones who weren¡¯t lucky enough to get in a seat.


    Blood stained the dirt floor, and people were dying many times. Bullets flew through the air, and eventually more would fly, as the buses started firing as well. The men strategically used their window buttons as a shield against them, and people who were still alive in the battlefield outside of the buses were using their riot shields for the same thing.


    The battle raged on, as hundreds, if not thousands of bullets flew through the air. Bullets missed, whilst others didn¡¯t. The battle was looking to be on the side of the competing company, but then the tides turned when the most skilled fighters aimed their weapons at the army they were facing, and shot their hardest shot. The miniguns rained bullets like hellfire.


    The rockets flew towards the men at extremely high speeds, and exploded once they impacted the soldiers on the other side of the battle. Their bodys burned in the fire of the explosion, and the air was left with the stench of burning flesh, as the bodys disappeared into the flames, and the smoke filled the air nearby.


    The numbers of both sides on the ground were dropping like flies, while most in the buses had still survived. The ones who hadn¡¯t survived this long into the battle in the buses had timed their window presses wrong by the second, and that was enough time for bullets to penetrate their skin, and hit their brain.


    The men in the buses did not stop firing, and dodging bullets. The people on top of the buses who had rocket launchers had now almost ran out of ammo. This part of the attack was predicted though, and they were to jump off of the buses, and start fighting on the ground with their assault rifles so they would still be doing something in the battle.


    The last load of rockets was loaded into the weapons of destruction, and were prepared to fire. This would be the last time they would fire, and then the men using them would have to unload from the top of the bus, and get down to the ground to continue their battle there.


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    The rockets were fired, and they soared through the air, going directly towards their targets, the other army. They made the explosion, and the bodys once again smoldered. The ground was covered in the flames, and they slowly extinguished.


    The men operating these machines grabbed their riot shields, assault rifles, knife, and their pistol. They then went into the bus through the ladder behind a latch on top of the bus. They then walked towards the door, and the bus driver opened it. They were now entering the hellscape of the battlefield, away from their safe buses. Among them was #BCXN the strongest man in the history of the company¡¯s platoons.


    They gripped their guns hard in their hands, and entered the hell zone. Bullets flew their direction, and one almost hit #BCXN, but he blocked it with his riot shield. They were now in the most dangerous part of the mission.


    #BCXN ran full speed towards the opposing army, ready to strike with all of his weapons. Dodging flames, and burnt corpses, he ran with his assault rifle aiming at multiple people who were still in groups from when they had come out of the tents at the camp.


    The group had one of the commanders of the army with them, but it didn¡¯t matter. They would die all the same. #BCXN tightly gripped his assault rifle, aiming it at the man, and pulled the trigger. The huge man fell to the floor, dead.


    Blood gushed from him, and the others tried to escape, as tears rolled down their cheeks, but it was too late. They were already dead. The man shot 2 of them with his assault rifle, whilst the others managed to dodge his bullets, and continued running. The man pulled out his knife, and chased them down. He jumped on top of one of them, and stabbed his neck.


    The veins in his neck were sliced open, and the blood started running like a river from hell. He screamed in agony, begging for the pain to stop, but it didn¡¯t. The man stood there and died after. There was nothing to stop it, nothing to combat it, he was dead. No one who is already dead can be brought back. That is the ultimate rule in the battle. No one can come back, ever again. No second chance.


    The other man ran further away from the hellscape, but as he turned around he was shot by #BCXN who had aimed his pistol directly at him. He had shot the enemy, and he was successful in killing the platoon. He did not care for their emotions, as he had none himself.


    #BCXN continued on to another group, and killed them. He continued killing on and on for hours, and before long he was the only man left on his company''s side. The other men who came with him, the other full platoon, were killed.


    They were safe in the buses before the enemies had broken down the door to the bus, and infiltrated the bus, killing them. This was the only victory for the enemy. As soon as they had come out of the bus, they were murdered by #BCXN, who was not angry, but was sure he had to complete the mission.


    The man ripped through the members in the enemy army like tissue paper, and before long they were all gonna be dead. He stared into the commander''s eyes, the last one left in the war, and stabbed him. He was stabbed directly in the throat, suffering more pain then he needed to. It was to of course, make sure they won, in the mental, and physical way. It was a true, bloody victory, but what now?


    During the fighting, he had been shot in the leg at the very end, purely by luck from the enemy that shot him. He had a hard time walking now, and his platoon, and the platoon¡¯s that helped him in this mission were dead. He had won the war, but at what cost? He had no way to get out now, and could only hope that he would be helped.


    He could not contact anybody from the company, as the devices used for this had been destroyed by his enemies already. He was stranded, and there was no possible way for him to escape the battlefield, and he would stay there until he finally took his last breath of the death-filled air. He should have died for his sins, but he didn¡¯t.


    The man stared blankly into the night sky, and saw a star brighter than any others, he looked at it wondering why it was so bright, and then noticed something about the star. It was getting brighter, and moving around. It was no star, it was a helicopter. A helicopter owned by his company, and as the lights flashed on the helicopter, the man closed his eyes, and passed out.

 Chapter 21

    It had been 2 months since the battle had happened against Setro AutoDynamics. The company had lost all of their new and old technologies after the company came back to view the horror scene of what happened there. There were hundreds of bodies, untraceable car tires, and all of their technologies were gone.


    A competing company had raided them after they frequently spied on the company''s secret lab¡¯s and they had spied on the wrong people. The other side had lost many in the war, but not all of their soldiers, unlike the one who lost. They had lost their military power over the other company, and all of their tech. This was the company¡¯s end, as the other party in the fight had planned.


    Meanwhile the lone survivor of the attackers on the camp sat in a medical room. He had his surgery almost directly after the battle, as he had been shot in the calf. The surgery saved his life, but he still was kept in the medical room for quite some time to make sure he would survive the injury.


    The man was about to be released, and get back to his duties. During his time in the medical center owned by the company, he had practiced his aim. The man¡¯s name was #BCXN, and he was the captain of the attackers. He was not always the captain of all of the attackers, at first he was the captain of a single platoon, of which there were three of in that battle. He had been assigned that role for the battle since he was the strongest.


    The man had won the battle, but he had lost the entire armed force he had come with. This did not matter to him now, however. His duties would be different this time. He was to be assigned a mission to take over an entire country. The company had never made any soldiers this strong inside of their army, so they wanted to get the most of it.


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    He had also trained in this type of mission in the medical center as well, and he wanted to succeed. He would complete the mission as fast as possible, but it would still take a very long time. He would soon leave, and it would be a plane fight to the country, and he would kill the government there, and take the land over, and then the company would come to back him up to fully take over the country.


    His plane flight was leaving the next day, but now he would have to wait for his examination to be completed, and the company knew for sure they could send him on this mission. The man waited for hours, and he finally took the examination.


    His examination was completed, and he was considered healthy enough for the mission. He would soon go to the plane in a car with blacked out windows, and he would have a pistol with him. The company had made his driving license, gun license, and even his own passport.


    The man walked out of the medical center with a worker for the company, who was dressed in a black suit and a white tie. The man walked him fully to the car, and left as soon as #BCXN got into the car. #BCXN had learned how to drive long ago as part of his training for the army platoon¡¯s after his tests were done.


    He mainly didn¡¯t use the skill, but now he could. He drove to the highway, and drove all the way to the airport. Once he arrived at the airport and got on his plane. The airport was crowded, but he managed to push his way all the way to his plane, and successfully get into the plane.


    Its loud engines started, and they began flying there, and he would soon get there. Once he got there his mission would truly start, and he could start doing work towards the completion of the mission.

 Chapter 22

    As the plane flew, after several hours the ground came into view. The area by the airport was relatively full with houses, but not big ones. The plane landed, and #BCXN got off, beginning his journey. The company had yet again brought him a car to use, and the car was with a member of the company, a member of a random platoon, who would give it to him.


    The man walked to his destination in the blazing hot sun. Sweat drenched his entire body, and he was exhausted. His destination was quite the place, as it was a warehouse miles away from his airport, and there were basically zero places to take breaks.


    He walked on and on for hours, and finally arrived at the warehouse. He walked into the warehouse after opening the doors, and saw multiple cars there, and a man. This man was the random platoon member meant to give him the car. He walked up to #BCXN and gave him keys, and pointed at a car saying he would use that particular one.


    #BCXN held the car keys pointing towards the designated car, and unlocked it with the press of a button. He saw the car honk, and flash its lights, and went to get in. He got in the car, and a garage door opened in front of the car, and him. He drove out after pulling the car shifter, and started driving off to.


    He had reached the area where he would stop driving, as it would most likely draw more suspicion than he wanted, or needed. The car would stand out, and look weird in the small town, so he had to walk now. He had gotten water from the warehouse as well, so he would not be as tired and dehydrate.


    The man shut the door of his car, and walked away. He reached security, and handed them his passport and Id. They confirmed that he was allowed in the city, and let him in. The country was named Jasepulosa, and had many issues with overpopulation and poverty, so their good cities were heavily protected.


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    The country had strong military power, but had never really used it since no one picked fights with overpopulated countries, as there would be nothing but civilian deaths if they were to fight on the countries land. This was also because there was no need to. There would only be problems afterwards, and no reward other than land, which most countries had enough of.


    This would help the man in his mission as there would be no wars or fights going on other than between civilians. He had nothing to worry about from third parties intervening in the mission. This was the best time to strike as well, as the country was now at its highest, its peak.


    The country would be a great place of income for the company, so it would help them. They would also gain a lot of territory and more political power then they had ever had before. This mission needed to be a success, as they had no one as skilled as him, and they would never have a chance like this again.


    This did not cross the man¡¯s mind at this moment yet, as he was just now entering the city. He had a plan that had been laid out by the company, he would stay in a hotel and sleep there until the next day, and he would start working on the overall mission. He would get more money and status, and eventually he would be invited to where the ruler lived, and kill him. He would take over the country that way rather than a mindless slaughter.


    He arrived at his hotel, paid the rent fee with the money from the company he had been given, walked up what seemed to be thousands of stairs, and got to his room. He swiped the card, and he walked into his room. He put his things he had brought with him down, including his guns and food, and he walked slowly over to the bed, ready to rest, and dropped onto it, and fell asleep quickly.