Captain Armando Salazar Novels & Stories

"Okay... Salas, where were we?" . "Ah... That stupid name again." Amaris massaged his temple as if the mere mention of that name gave him a headache. "Don't call him Salas ever again, Noelle." "Why not?" Noelle popped another popcorn in my mouth. "Because Salas was a weak wolf whose only goal in life was to escape. He didn't have any of these powers and he didn't know what he was going to do with his life after he escaped from his dreadful prison life." Salazar smiled. "Salazar, on the other hand,-"

Salazar was holding his anger when he heard his assistant blabbered stupidity, Leon must’ve taken his son away right before the commotion even started and his stupid people did not understand what the opponent thinks, if Maria was still alive she would be the best assistant for this mission. He let out a heavy sigh and grabbed his handgun and shot his assistant in the head. “Can you at least find me a decent assistant?!” Salazar angrily shouted and began shooting his gun. His men were immediately speechless when they saw another man shot in the head, dropped down dead before them. They never reacted or Salazar would massacre them all. As they dragged the body out, Salazar focused his attenti

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Savannah thinks this guy is familiar, and I've seen him somewhere before. Hi General Ari... we haven't met personally. I am retired Reserve Commander Master Chief Luis Garchitorena. They shake hands, and Ari introduces Savannah as "my wife." Pleasure to meet you Mam... Do you remember me? I have been racking my brain. I remember we met somewhere. I can't remember when and where. Savannah spoke up. Let me refresh your memory...San Diego Film Festival! Oh, now you're talking. I remember you now. You were with an actress at the time. Yes, I was.

The door cracked open just an inch, then wider. There, by the door, stood Sofia Morales-Alcaraz, formally Dorothea Gatchalian. Beautiful, effortless, but with eyes as dead as night. She wore a soft gray blouse with her hair tied back. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” Andrea said softly. “Captain Andrea Villanueva, CIDG. This is SPO2 Elias Mendoza.” Sofia’s gaze flicked between them. The corner of her mouth smiled in a friendly manner. “What can I do for you?”

Pero hindi rin niya mapigil ang isang bahagi ng sarili na parang tumutugon sa pagnanasang nasa mata ni Gringo Salviz! "I'd like to make a formal introduction between the two of you," pahayag ni Steve nang mailapag na ang tray sa ibabaw ng malapad na mesa nito. "Rosario, this is Gringo Salviz, our absentee chairman and president. Mr. Salviz, this is my adopted daughter." Natulig si Rosario sa kanyang narinig. Ang lalaking itinuturing niyang bastos at presko at arogante ay ang mismong may-ari pala ng kumpanyang pinagtatrabahuhan nilang mag-ama!

Malcolm nodded at Fabian, and he immediately received the message, as he walked over and took his seat at the table. “Thank you, Malcolm. Your hospitality is much appreciated,” Senor Ramirez replied, shaking hands with the Head of the Covert Operations Division of the CIA. Malcolm turned around and faced everyone else, who were all wearing confused facial expressions. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Marco Cortes. He is the boy who saved the world and stopped Drago Caracas and Obsidian,” he said proudly, patting me on the shoulder.

He pressed the doorbell twice and later on the door was opened by a woman in her mid-50s smiling ear to ear and he thought that she was kind of strange or maybe just her smile. “Good morning to you, but can I have some of Mr. Zedler’s time please?” he directly said without any hesitation. The Captain thought that he would stutter but surprisingly, he didn’t. “May I know who are you, Sir?” the lady asked with a smile. He returned a smile before answering, “I am Robin Gonzalez, Maa’m. I am currently the Barangay Captain of our Barangay.” At first, the lady was shocked but then she smiled again and opened the door wide open.

He was an epitome of masculinity and beauty, his height a replica of a giant, his body well-toned in the suit he wore. He waited for Marley to sit down before doing the same. “It's so nice to see you, Neils.” “Same here. How was your trip?” “Profitable. I was able to apprehend Boxinuz.” “The drug lord of Mexico?” “That's right.” Marley's mouth opened in awe. “I could never compete with you.” Captain chuckled. “You do your own fair share of work and very well Neils.” “Hmm… maybe.” Captain watched her before asking. “How is the mission going? Is it leading anywhere?”

Claude queried puzzledly. "I'm just curious," Cassian said with a chuckle. "The first is Nero Salazar, the war hero of the northern frontier. He commands an army of a million soldiers and wields a great deal of power. He once single-handedly massacred five thousand of the enemy's forces, proving his bravery and invincible force. Because of that, His Majesty granted him the title of Marquis!