Below the moonlight, atop the glittering skyscrapers, two destined rivals met.
The orange glow of lights cast upon them, as Angle stood mere meters apart from Benjamin, but this time, it felt as though he had stepped back into reality from a world of magic—the omnipresent "E" key had disappeared, and the half-eaten pizza on the hotel table no longer came with a prompt to restore health.
Angle was well aware that, for an old soldier like Benjamin who had been to war, the threat of a gun barrel was quite limited, but beyond that, he could think of no other method.
Ironically, as a first-class agent at the Bureau of Anomalous Investigation, his situation was more dangerous than that of a terrorist.
The Bureau had discovered that he had broken out of prison and sent out a specialized capture team.
This was exactly what the higher-ups wanted to see—since the suspect had escaped and was carrying lethal weapons, they had a solid reason to shoot him dead on the spot.