Man vs Man
The armoured truck door hissed open.
Out stepped a monster in human skin.
Oga Rex.
Bald head shining under the streetlights, gold teeth glinting with every grin. A long tribal scar carved across his left eye like a war trophy.
He didn't walk.
He owned the ground with each step.
Flanked by six bodyguards dressed in all black, he lit a fat cigar as if there wasn't a war blazing behind him.
"Dre."
His voice rolled like thunder.
"You killed my men. You bled my streets. Now I bleed yours."
Dre didn't speak.
He just raised his AR.
Rex chuckled. "Good. Let's talk in bullets."
Suddenly, Rex's men moved—fast.
Two pulled out heavy rifles, unleashing fire.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
Dre flipped backward behind a crate. Ghost fired back from the rooftop, taking one down with a clean shot to the head.
"MOVE! FALL BACK!" Dre shouted.
Miracle screamed from the side as she dodged shrapnel. A grenade landed just feet away from her—
BOOM!
Dust swallowed the street.
Dre rolled through the smoke, spraying cover fire. "Ghost, I need eyes on the truck!"
"I got you!" Ghost shouted from above.
"Rex isn't just here to kill you—he brought a damn portable missile launcher!"
"What?!"
"Bro wants to end Lagos!"
Two bikes roared from the left—Elric's scouts.
They swung chains, blades gleaming.
Dre ducked, grabbed a loose rod from the ground, and SMASHED one rider off his bike. He turned, slammed the rod into the second biker's face, and took the bike for himself.
He revved the engine.
"Miracle, get on!"
She limped but climbed behind him. They sped off as bullets chased them through the firelit streets.
They didn't make it far.
BOOM!
A missile flew over their heads and exploded into the building beside them, collapsing half the wall.
The blast threw them into the air.
Dre hit the ground HARD—his vision blurred, ears ringing. He turned to see Miracle unconscious, blood on her forehead.
And standing over them—
Rex.
Face to face.
No bodyguards. No mercy.
He aimed his gold-plated shotgun at Dre's head.
"Any last words?"
Dre grinned, blood on his lips.
"Yeah."
From behind Rex, Ghost jumped off the rooftop—dagger in hand—
STAB!
Straight into Rex's shoulder.
Rex roared in pain, turned, and fired blindly. The shot missed—but the next wouldn't.
Dre tackled him, both of them crashing to the ground, fists flying, blood flying.
It wasn't war anymore. It was personal.
Rex punched like a beast.
But Dre had rage. He had purpose.
He headbutted Rex, slammed his fist into his ribs, again and again.
"YOU TOOK EVERYTHING!" Dre roared.
Rex kneed him in the gut, tossed him off, and pulled a hidden blade from his boot. "You're still just a boy in a man's game."
Dre stood, wiping blood from his mouth. "Nah. I'm the final level."
Just as Rex charged, a flashbang dropped between them.
BOOM!
White light.
Screams.
Then silence.
When the light cleared, Rex was gone.
Vanished.
Ghost pulled Dre up. "They evacuated him. Chopper came in hot while we were brawling."
"Coward," Dre spat.
"Maybe. But he'll be back—with more."
Dre looked down at Miracle's barely breathing body.
"This ends now," he said. "No more running. No more playing small."
From the distance, Tomi's voice crackled on the comm.
"Dre. I've got intel. Elric and Rex are planning to meet. One location. One time."
Dre's eyes lit up like fire.
"Good. Tell them I'm coming."
He turned to Ghost.
"We're not soldiers anymore. We're the revolution."
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To be continued…