Ruthless Training

After escaping from the indepth death. Macro set a new life for Tony, a life that he had never dreamed of but he must adapt to it. Tony must do anything to survive.

Macro began training Tony hadleym, he's ready to reframe his life and make him a weapon to his revenge. 

Marco's eyes narrowed as he watched Tony struggle through the training session. "Faster, Tony! Harder!" he barked, his voice echoing off the walls of the cramped gym.

Tony's face contorted in exhaustion, his muscles screaming in protest. But Marco showed no mercy, pushing him to his limits and beyond.

For weeks, Tony had been training with Marco, honing his skills in combat and strategy. But Marco's methods were brutal, relentless, and unforgiving. He didn't tolerate weakness or excuses, and Tony had to surrender himself fully to the training.

Despite his initial resistance, Tony began to realize that Marco's harsh approach was the only way to prepare him for the battles ahead. He had to become a weapon, honed and deadly, to take down Jack and his gang.

With a newfound determination, Tony threw himself into the training, embracing the pain and the sweat. Marco's approval was scarce, but Tony craved it, driving himself to exceed his limits.

The transformation was remarkable. Tony's body hardened, his reflexes quickened, and his mind sharpened. He became a force to be reckoned with, a young warrior fueled by rage and a thirst for justice.

And Marco, the demanding mentor, stood by his side, pushing him to greatness.

Marco's eyes gleamed with pride as he handed Tony his first mission. "Take out the target without leaving a trace," he instructed, his voice low and deadly.

Tony nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. He had trained for this moment, and he was ready.

With calculated precision, Tony executed the mission, eliminating the target without leaving any evidence behind. Marco's approval was a rare smile, but Tony knew he had earned it.

Years passed, and Marco's gang expanded, recruiting more members and diversifying their criminal enterprises. They dealt drugs, orchestrated heists, and took on high-stakes assassinations. Their reputation grew, and their name became synonymous with fear.

Marco's gang was the most formidable in the city, with Tony as one of its most lethal assets. He had become a master of stealth, deception, and death, earning the nickname "The Ghost."

Their reign of terror continued unchecked, until a new player entered the scene, a rival gang determined to take them down. The streets were about to become a battleground, and Marco's gang would stop at nothing to maintain their dominance.

Marco's gang clashed with the Revival gang in a brutal, no-holds-barred battle. The streets ran red with blood as the two gangs fought for supremacy. But the Revival gang was no match for Marco's well-trained and ruthless warriors.

Just when it seemed like the tide was turning in their favor, Tony joined the fray, his skills honed to perfection. With his help, Marco's gang emerged victorious, leaving the Revival gang in shambles.

The night of their victory, Tony watched in disbelief as the news announced Jack's election as president of the state. The same Jack who had murdered his parents, now held the highest office in the land. Tony's anger and desire for revenge burned hotter than ever.

He informed Marco of his intentions to go after Jack, but Marco had other plans. "Tony, I need you to take out the Revival gang's leader, alone," he ordered, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity.

Tony nodded, his mind set on the task ahead. He knew this was a suicide mission, but he was ready to risk everything for his revenge.

With a deep breath, he set out into the night, his eyes fixed on the target, his heart burning with a fierce determination. The hunt had begun, and only one man would emerge victorious.

Tony infiltrated the Revival gang's territory, his heart racing with anticipation. He slipped into the club, a den of debauchery and violence, where the gang's leader held court.

As he entered, the gang members eyed him with suspicion, their hands resting on their weapons. Tony's eyes scanned the room, his gaze locking onto the leader, surrounded by women and champagne.

With a swift motion, Tony drew his silent pistol, taking out the first gang member who dared to approach him. The room erupted into chaos, the music and laughter replaced by screams and gunfire.

Tony wove through the crowd, his pistol firing with deadly precision, taking down gang members left and right. The strippers screamed, fleeing for cover as the room descended into mayhem.

Tony's eyes never left the leader, his focus fixed on his target. He pushed through the chaos, his gun raised, ready to strike. But just as he was about to pull the trigger, the leader slipped away, escaping into the night.

Tony's shot went wild, hitting one of the prostitutes surrounding the leader. She crumpled to the ground, her eyes wide with fear. Tony's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he turned and pursued the leader into the darkness. The hunt was far from over.

Tony sprinted after the leader, his feet pounding the pavement. The chase was on, with both men exchanging gunfire in a deadly dance. Bullets whizzed through the air, ricocheting off walls and pavement.

Finally, Tony cornered the leader in a dead-end alley. With a fierce determination, he closed in, his gun raised. The leader tried to flee, but Tony was too quick. He fired, and the leader crumpled to the ground, defeated.

Tony approached cautiously, his gun still trained on the leader. He kicked the weapon out of reach and confirmed the kill. With a satisfied nod, he took out his phone and snapped a photo of the lifeless body. He sent it to Marco, the evidence of his mission's success.

With a sense of triumph, Tony returned to his car and drove away from the chaos, leaving the Revival gang's leader to rot in the alley. He sped through the night, his heart still racing from the adrenaline-fueled battle.

As he pulled into his driveway, he let out a deep breath, feeling a sense of closure. The mission was complete, and his reputation as a formidable assassin was solidified. Tony's eyes narrowed, his mind already focusing on the next target. The game was far from over.