Ticktickticktickticktick. The sound abruptly cut with the snap of a steel pocketwatch, the sound of clockwork trapped behind a thin layer of steel plated with gold. Two days, eleven hours, and forty-six minutes had passed since the last encounter, give or take a few seconds. They would be here soon, the sounds of distanced boots slamming against metalic stairs ringing through the halls of a seventy-story apartment complex in downtown Shanghai. Residents knew not to interfere with the group of three men charging upward, remmingtons in hand, uniforms meant to resist the impact of high-caliber rifle. Not that that mattered. None of their conventional tactics had worked against their target yet and since their target first arrived in Shanghai, he's claimed nearly a dozen lives of Chinese Special Forces, seven Russian Spetsnaz, and uncounted amounts of both Russian mobsters and Triad members. Today, there were only three Chinese Spec Op soldiers investigating the rumor of a 'shady individual' who was siphoning energy off of the local power grid. The team reached the thirty-second level, turning into a cramped hallway that was typical of most apartment buildings in downtown Shanghai. Their charge came to a halt at room 32003 where the team stacked up, a quick hand motion of the leading man telling the third to take point in front of the door to blow off the hinges and kick in the door.
The one to break open the door got into position, readying to kick in the door after blowing out the hinges. He flipped off the safety, aiming his shotgun at the upper hinge. Before his finger could squeeze the trigger, sending a hunk of lead through the shitty wooden doors, the door burst apart, a blast a raw energy tearing into the man, entering his chest in a fine point before spreading out, effectively blasting a liquid form of his internal organs out of a discus sized hole in his upper back. Before the two had an opprotunity to react, the resident of 32003 cut around the doorway, grabbing onto the first man's face. Enough time passed that the first man could utter out a scream in terror and agony as his flesh, then muscle was absorbed, before his body finally gave way to death. The secondary man would've raised his weapon and fired, but by the time the events had already registered within his mind, a arc of light burst from 32003's hand, burning through his face, leaving a charred circular hole where his right eye and nose used to be. 32003 glanced over the bodies, making sure there was no further movement and let out a long pained sigh. They had found him once more and chances are they would find him again.
Yuri pulled one of the leather driving gloves from his jacket, pulling it onto his right hand and snapping the button, squeezing his hand to adjust and make a comfortable fit. He removed the pocket watch emblazoned with gold from his front pocket once more checking the time. 3:44PM. Yuri took one last glance over the bodies and shook his head, disgusted with the sight. It wasn't the mutilation that crawled under his skin, but the act of killing itself. How many people would he have to cut apart before they realised they could not capture him.
Or even.. How many more people until he realised he could no longer run? With that thought, he took off once more, deciding to see what he could find near the seaport.