Chapter 333: 333:Capture Complete
Just as he had dispatched the guard with the blade, the second attacker swung the baton at Mac's head, electricity sparking dangerously close. Mac caught the weapon mid-strike with his bare hand. While the electricity coursed through him, he didn't falter. Instead, he yanked the baton free and shattered it against the commando's skull with a single blow.
Around him, chaos reigned in the passage.
The other superhumans clashed like titans, their blows shaking the ground. One of Rajesh's commandos, a lithe woman with cat-like reflexes, darted between friends and foes, her twin blades slicing through armor and flesh alike. Her movements were almost hypnotic—a deadly dance of speed and precision. But even she faltered when one of Mac's soldiers, a hulking brute armed with a massive chain, swung it in a devastating arc, forcing her to retreat as the floor beneath her cracked.
Explosions tore through the passage as tactical grenades detonated, filling the air with choking smoke and flying debris. The combatants moved through the chaos like predators, their enhanced senses allowing them to navigate the haze. One of the SPG commandos leapt onto the back of an opponent, his fingers glowing with searing heat as he tried to melt through the soldier's armor. But a swift elbow to his jaw sent him sprawling to the ground.
Mac, meanwhile, was unstoppable.
A trio of SPG superhumans encircled him, their attacks perfectly coordinating. One lunged with a precise strike aimed at his ribs, while another unleashed a psychic wave to disorient him. The third leapt from above, swinging a massive energy-infused hammer.
Mac roared—a primal sound that shook the very walls. He sidestepped the hammer's crushing swing, letting it slam into the ground and send a shockwave that rippled through the passage. The psychic wave hit him, but he clenched his jaw and broke through the attack with his sheer willpower. Grabbing the first attacker by the head, he hurled him into the second, their bodies colliding with bone-crunching force.
The third attacker, the hammer guy, tried to recover, swinging the hammer again in a desperate attempt to land a hit. This time, Mac caught it mid-swing. His muscles bulged for a moment and with a mighty heave, he ripped the hammer from the man's grasp and crushed it between his hands. A devastating punch followed, smashing into the man's chest and launching him across the passage like a discarded ragdoll.
The air was thick with the sounds of battle—grunts, shouts, and the crackle of energy weapons. Blood slicked the floor, and the once-pristine walls were now riddled with cracks and scorch marks. Despite their skill and power, the SPG superhumans were slowly being overwhelmed. Mac's soldiers fought like beasts with unrelenting ferocity, their raw aggression overpowering the SPG's precision.
But at the center of the maelstrom stood Mac, the storm's eye.
He moved with brutal efficiency, each strike calculated to incapacitate or kill. His punches sent shockwaves through the air, his kicks shattering bones and armors alike. At one point, an SPG commando tried to flank him under the cover of a cloaking device to blend into the shadows. But Mac's razor-sharp instincts kicked in. He spun around, grabbed the man by the throat, and hoisted him off the ground.
"You think I can't smell your fear?" Mac growled, his voice a deep rumble. With a single hand, he hurled the man into a cluster of his allies, scattering them like ragdolls.
As the dust settled, the passageway was filled with the aftermath of chaos. The defeated SPG commandos lay sprawled across the floor, groaning in pain or rendered unconscious. Their suits were torn and bloodied, and their weapons reduced to smoking wreckage. Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone walls, and pieces of debris littered the ground like the remnants of a collapsed battlefield.
Mac stood tall amidst the wreckage, his towering frame illuminated by the faint light filtering through the damaged ceiling. His soldiers gathered around him, battered but victorious. Despite their raw aggression in the fight, they now held their weapons at rest, standing in disciplined silence. The contrast was striking, like beasts that had reverted to calm obedience after unleashing a storm and were awaiting their leader's next command.
Mac raised a hand, halting his team with a simple, commanding gesture. His deep and authoritative voice cut through the tense silence.
"No more bloodshed," he ordered, his gaze sweeping over the subdued SPG commandos. "We've proven our point. Secure them, but don't harm anyone further."
Several of his soldiers moved swiftly, binding the SPG commandos with reinforced cables and ensuring no one could retaliate. Some of the captured superhumans struggled, their enhanced strength causing the cables to strain, but Mac's team was prepared. The specialized restraints designed for containing enhanced individuals snapped in, rendering their resistance futile.
Rajesh, who had hardly run a few meters faltered seeing his troops getting taken down, remained standing, his posture rigid and defiant despite the defeat of his elite force. His piercing eyes were locked onto Mac with a mixture of anger and disbelief. Around him, his guards tightened their grip on their weapons, though they hesitated to act, fully aware that they were hopelessly outmatched.
Mac stepped forward, his boots crunching against the debris-strewn floor. His presence was overpowering, every movement exuding a calm yet unyielding dominance. He stopped a few feet from Rajesh, towering over him like an unyielding mountain.
"It's over," Mac said firmly, his tone firm but devoid of malice. "Your men fought well, but they're done. There's no need for more violence."
Rajesh's jaw tightened, his pride preventing him from backing down so easily. "Do you think this is how you win?" he spat, his voice laced with venom. "Breaking into my facility, attacking my guards? You'll answer this. You have no idea what you are dealing with?"
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Mac regarded him coolly, unfazed by the threats. "I don't care about your forces," he replied. "This isn't a war, Prime Minister. This is a message. A demonstration. And you've seen exactly what happens when you try to stand in our way."
Rajesh's hands clenched into fists, but he didn't speak. The tension in the air was palpable, his pride warring with the undeniable reality of his defeat.
Mac took another step closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Surrender, Rajesh. Peacefully. No one else needs to get hurt. You've already lost this battle, but it doesn't have to cost more lives."
The soldiers flanking Rajesh exchanged uneasy glances. Their leader's silence spoke volumes, his options narrowing with every passing second. Finally, Rajesh's shoulders sagged slightly, the fight draining from him.
"You think this ends here?" he said, his tone bitter but subdued. "You think this is the endgame?"
Mac's expression softened slightly, though his resolve remained unshaken. "No. This isn't the end," he admitted. "But it's a start. The next moves are yours to make. Choose them wisely."
With a sharp gesture, Mac signaled his team to stand down further. "Secure the area," he commanded. "Treat the wounded—both ours and theirs. We're done here."
He then turned back to Rajesh, his towering figure casting a long shadow over the defeated Prime Minister. "Let's go. No tricks are going to help you now. You'll have your chance to speak, but for now, you come with us."