She parked a good number of blocks away from the given location.She grabbed the bag with weapons and strapped it on her shoulder, a shotgun in hand.It was already night. Despite the streets being illuminated with streetlights, she still walked through the dark alleys without raising any alarm.She had used 3D mapping to survey the arena and knew exactly where to be and when.There was another tall building approximately 2km away, that was where she decided to set up her sniper mount, at the top of the building.She knew that Grandmaster must have probably followed her. So before they got here and found her, she needed to be done with everything."A fuck'in safe house!" She cursed out loud.She adjusted the range on her rifle so that she could see the images clearly.The lower level of the building held civilians, so whatever was gonna go down today, she knew that she needed to be less reckless.Her aim was to pinpoint Brantley's exact position…which of course she did not succeed.Sh
Randy left the convoy on foot and decided to take a survey around the Bundermann house. He looked at the neighboring streets too.That was when he noticed that there was something heated up going on at the adjacent street. He loited around and noticed The Grandmaster.He first laid eyes on the Grandmaster by accident. He did not know much about the man and he did not care, all that he knew was that he was the Master of the underground world.This was not the time to have a clash with that type of personality.Despite it being just past 8pm, the streets automatically become deserted.Mr White knew exactly why he decided to show up in military trucks. Everyone believed that there was a high profile investigation going on, hence they all went indoors, while others decided to go about minding their business while secretly pitying whoever it was that they were after."Sir, The Grandmaster is here too." Randy reported back to Mr White."Where?" Mr White asked. "He's here with his entourage,
Grandmaster took the lift to the last floor, the 8th floor."Hah, finally, the first contestant to make it to the top." Emille clapped his hands, a bright smile lit his face. "Congratulations!"Emille was waiting for the Grandmaster at the top floor as the lift's door opened. He had a good number of men with him.As soon as Grandmaster's men saw Emille, they pulled out their guns.Emille's men immediately pulled their guns too."Where is she?" Grandmaster stepped out of the lift. He asked Emille through gritted teeth.Both sides still had their weapons drawn out."Where is who? It's just us." Emille chuckled provocatively, turning around him to pretentiously search for the person whom Grandmaster was referring to."Do not play a fool with me! What do you want from her? Grandmaster took a step forward.Two of Emille's men cracked their guns and simultaneously stepped in front of their boss.Grandmaster's own men, when they saw the movements, they took a step forward."Be careful now ol
She did not wait for the others to process the situation and react. She raised herself a little, dropped the bag strapped to her arm because it was holding her back. Actually, she did not just drop it anywhere, she flung it at one of the Cartel men.Another one attempted aiming his gun at her but she held the gun, raised his hand up quickly and hit his wrist hard with the side of her hand, causing his grip on the gun to momentarily loosen. She took the opportunity to seize the gun from his hand and hit his head with it.She flung her opposite hand with the shotgun in it at one of the other men. The first guy whom she put down was struggling to rise up on his feet, she kicked his throat with her boots, removing blood from his mouth…and a tooth maybe, she did not care though.She flung the pistol she'd seized at another Cartel guy, the weapon flew past Emille, causing him to slightly move his head to the side to avoid the impact from the flying weapon.Well, his man was not swift enough
"I'm worried, what if things don't go as planned and someone gets hurt?" Brant asked."People will get hurt obviously, but only the people who deserve it." Emille stated nonchalantly."Jeez, y'all are creepy. How did I get mixed up with it all?" Brant asked, more to himself.Emille, whose eyes were locked on the monitor, turned to look at Brantley, "You got mixed up with it all the day you decided to fall in love with her." Emille stated, motioning to the monitor projecting Mila."Oh, I forgot to mention, I was leaving my life peaceful and minding my business until she showed up, she brought herself into my life and made herself my secretary." Emille raised his brows, "she made herself your secretary? How is that even a thing?" Emille asked in disbelief.Mila was still setting up the dynamite on the door. It was a heavy metal door, hence it was gonna take more than one dynamite to blow it off."Yeah, she crippled my secretary's mother and threatened the woman to insist that her daugh
"I'm not leaving this place without Brantley and Dominique." She stated firmly, holding his gaze challengingly."Then you leave me no choice." He raised the gun at her.She did not have the strength to fight back. She watched him, his eyes were void of any emotions or feelings. He stared back at her like a soulless body, empty but breathing."Then so be it," Mila whispered softly and sadly."I don't think so!" A gun cracked behind Grandmaster.Mila enlarged her eyes before narrowing them again and the other man pointing the gun at Pops.Pops looked unbothered. He did not even bother turning to look at who was behind, not that he knew the voice."You have the guts to point a gun at me?" An evil smile grazed his face. He posed the question without even bothering to gauge who it was."And I'll use it if you don't drop your weapon." The voice stated firmly.Pop narrowed his eyes, 'what happened to my men?' he pondered.' weren't they supposed to be behind me?' "What the hell are you do
She dropped her bag and shotgun. She cracked her neck. "Bring it on then." She winked her fingers at them, inviting them.They looked at each other, they were all surprised that she'd choose to go hand to hand with them rather than weapon to weapon.Each of them saw it as an opportunity for a promotion or the Grandmaster's recognition. *Defeat the Princess?* Damn yeah, they were in.One after another, they tugged their guns safely in their waist bands.The first guy launched towards Mila with his fist. She quickly pulled out one of her star blades and sliced the approaching fist. It took the guy by surprise, he did not see it coming…none of them did. They thought that it was supposed to be a fair fight.He hissed and took a step back, staring at his bleeding fist, then back at her. She smiled evilly, "What, are you tired already?" She taunted.He furrowed his brows, with his good hand, he tried to reach for his gun..she quickly sprang forward, kicked his hand and slid on her knee
"Huh, the student is now better than the teacher, huh?" Mila stood up while wiping imaginary spittle off the. corners of her mouth.Freya had a deep look of concentration on her face, but a little confused frown popped up on her face when Mila spoke.Mila threatened her body, "Are you surprised? I trained you well, didn't I?" Mila smiled."You sure have some issues upstairs, but I've got no time for your crazy delusion right now." Freya stated, bracing herself for the fight.Mila chuckled dryly, "I like the sound of that. I have got no time either," Mila said.Unlike Freya, Mila was relaxed. She knew that Freya had the advantage of both arms functioning properly. Mila could not afford to stress her injured arm, and she had to get Dom and Brant out of here as soon as possible.Both women held each other's gaze, waiting patiently and calculating who ever made the first move…Freya did. She launched a kick punch towards Mila.Mila dodged Freya's kick and blocked her leg with her good arm.