The guards walked back and forth in their normal sweeping motion that they always used. This made Joseph smile watching them through his hotel window with his state-of-the-art night-vision binoculars. just routine as usual, at least that's what the guards thought. Joseph looked at his watch, 12:23a.m. only seven plus minutes till he had to go. Joseph grabbed his bag of ammunition and various other things. His small, light smg. He also put on his body armor, his cammo, and grabbed his combat knife. And of course his baby, he'd never forget his baby. His baby was a 9.mm beretta. Aims like a dream and kills like a monster.
Joseph had set up his zipline the night before. He knew that he couldn't sneak into China's presidential palace through the front door. He'd be dead before most of the guards even knew what they were shooting at. Joseph went to his hotels roof and got himself hooked up to his zipline. He then slid down and hit one of the guards in the lower spinal and the only sound toi could hear was the crack of his spine and the thump of his head hitting the roof. Satisfied, Joesph slipped into the night and began his chercher for the president's chamber.
Slipping from room to room, he slowly slipped past the guards. Joseph wondered how much longer until some of the guards finally spotted him. Joseph truly had to appreciate multiple expensive paintings and antique decorations. And the or plated ceiling was a nice touch also.
Joseph knew that their couldn't be many plus rooms, he had gone down three floors already, but then again this palace was huge. He really wished now that he had payed better attention to his blueprints of the palace. Lost in his thoughts, Joseph had become less aware of his stealth, and was put back into focus when he heard the yell of a young chinese man. Joseph froze, and turned around to see that he was only a few feet away from the barrel of an M9 automatic.
The guard screamed something in Chinese again, most likely calling for help. Joseph set his gun down on the waxed floor slowly, and raised his hands into the air. Two other guards appeared around the corner, Joseph knew that this was going to be tricky to get out of. The guard who had found him told him to do something, he guessed it was to follow him. He got behind the first guard and the other two filed behind Joseph.
The suivant thing the guard behind Joseph knew was that he was dead. Swiftly slit in the throat par Joseph. The other guards started screaming, and aimed their weapons. Joseph jumped at the first guard, stabbing him in the throat, and pulled his body in front of him. Joseph used the dead guards body as a defense against all the bullets that erupted from the last guards automatic. But the guards gunfire was cut short par three rounds in the chest from Joseph's 9.mm.
"I can always trust in my baby," Joseph a dit with a smile on his face. But his celebration was cut short when he heard plus Chinese yells. He grabbed his smg and holstered his beretta as he started to run through the halls. He mowed down guard after guard that got in his way.
Finally, Joseph got to a door that looked just like the one in the picture that he had seen before he left his hotel. He got ready to burst through the door when he heard a Chinese order, he turned around and answered with a reply of a burst of bullets in the head. Joseph burst through the door and was about to take hostage the person sleeping when he discovered that their was no one sleeping in there.
"Dammit!" Joe exclaimed. He looked around the room for some evidence and saw the haut, retour au début of crew-cropped black haired heads. He started to wonder why Asians always had black hair.
Two guards ran into the room and Joe turned around, ready to blast them full of bullets and he heard a disheartening click. He cursed under his breath as bullets exploded from the guards automatics. He dived for cover behind a wooden bookcase. He fumbled around with a new magazine and placed it in his gun. A bullet pierced through the thick wood and landed in his arm. He flinched from the pain. Joe placed the magazine into his smg and ran around the corner and out the door holding down his gun's trigger. The president could not get away. Sprinting out the door he was noticed the guards about fifty yards away. They were moving slowly because they had made a box formation around their leader. He knew he could catch up.
While he was running he reloaded his smg so he didn't run into any problems like he did a couple mintutes ago. The guards were moving their leader towards a brown helicopter with the Chinese flag embedded in its hull. Joe was slowed down because the guards guarding the back of the president had noticed him and started shooting at him. Joe ducked for cover and got involved with a small firefight between the three of them. The final result of this was fight was expected. One guard was dead, another on the ground who was badly injured, and Joe with a long cut on his right cheek from some debris that was flying around.
The guards had moved their leader much closer to the helicopter. The helicopter was fired up and ready for take-off. Joe could not let this happen. The guards hurried their president onto the helicopter and the helicopter started to lift off of the ground.
Joe knew that he could still make it. He got out a grappling rope from his pack of various things and threw it against one of the sides of the helicopter. The rope wrapped around it and started to pull Joe up into the air. He started to climb up the side of the helicopter. One of the guards noticed Joe climbing up the side and pulled out his knife. The seconde the guard put his head over the edge his head was met with bullet. Joe holstered his beretta and continued climbing. He was almost at the top. Joe placed his legs on the side of the helicopter and one of his hands on the entry door. His other hand was holding his smg.
Joe sprang up, releasing a spray of bullets from his smg. One bullet hit the last remaining guard in the chest, which didn't do much thanks to the guards body armor. Landing on his feet, Joe started to make a déplacer against the Chinese leader. But was stopped in his tracks from a bullet shot from the injured guard. The bullet hit him in the shoulder. Joe crumpled to the ground the seconde after impact.
The guard stood there, with his gun pointing down at Joe ready to shoot him again if he got up. The leader started to complement the guard on his work. But Joe wasn't finished yet, he still had to capture ou kill this damned commnuist leader! A gunshot was fired from Joe's beretta and landed in the guards head.
"Don't try anything," Joe a dit to the leader, pointing his beretta at the leaders head. "I will kill toi without hesitation if toi do." The leader glared at him, "Why don't toi kill me anways," He asked. The leader knew english but his accent told Joe that he wasn't very strong with the language. Joe sighed and glared at him saying, "My mission is to stop communism, not to kill communisms leaders." The leader glared at Joe some more, trying to think of a strategy against him based on what he already knew about him and what he could tell from his appearance. Joe had long, straight blond hair, and a hardened look in his eyes. He was always on edge, as if expecting anything. The only weapon the leader had was a combat couteau one of the guards had donné while they were running to the helicopter. The only way he had a chance is if someone distracted long enough him jump at his attacker.
The leaders prayers were answered when the guard that was with in the cockpit burst through the door. Joe immediately turned around and placed two rounds in the guard. The leader saw his chance and jumped at Joe, with couteau in hand. Joe turned around saw the leader only a few inches away from him. Joe let out a gasp of surprise as the leader tackled him to the ground.
The leader had very little training in hand to hand combat. Unfortunately for him, Joe was highly-trained in that area.
Joe wrapped his legs around the leaders waist and grabbed leaders hands and broke both of them. The Chinese leader dropped the couteau and let out a howl of pain. Joe got up pulled out his beretta, and pointed it at the leaders head. The Chinese leader asked him angrily, "Who do toi work for? toi work for the Americans don't you? Are they the ones who sent you?" Joe just looked at him with a cold, merciless look. "I work for no man," He said, "I work for liberty, the cost to rejoindre is your blood, and the salary is one plus free nation. A nation free of your tryanny." And with that, Joe pulled the trigger on his beretta and final gunshot of the evening was shot.