Novel & Cerita Commander Bly Black Series

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

It was as if these people had never seen blood before. Ace grabbed some nearby cloth napkins and pressed them to my bleeding forehead. I looked at him, my tears drying as my cheek still pounded with the memory of what he had done. His face was neutral as he held back any words with everyone around us. “Thank goodness,” Catherine breathed beside me. I turned toward her before following her gaze. I saw someone walking toward me with big black boots and the large, dark tan fireman pants on with a reflective strip at the bottom. Black suspenders hung on either side of the pants, discarded downward instead of up over the shoulders where they belonged. My eyes wandered upward, my heart beginning t

She turned to leave, but Maximo's words cut through the air. “Sorry…” he raised a finger up, reaching for a black cropped blazer that hung on the chair. “I forgot this…” he murmured, hanging the black blazer against her right arm. Amelia glared at the perfection, eyes darting back to his in delight. “This is mine?” “Yes, sugar. Turn around and say no thank you.” His voice was soothing and stern as he dropped the blazers on her, wearing a serious expression. Amelia's cheeks cracked at the joke.

He paused before quickly adding, “However, I found that before he left, he met with someone from Black C. It was the same person who rose to power in Monafett through arms smuggling...” Blair’s gaze turned cold the instant he heard Dick mention Black C. It turned out to be related to Anthony! Dick said, “Master Blair, there are some more details about this matter. I’ve sent the files to your email.” Blair acknowledged and said flatly, “Find that person for me! “Also, it’s time to clean up the Neya Dark Market. You know what to do.” Dick quickly said, “Yes, I know. Don’t worry, Master Blair. I won’t make any mistakes this time.”

While we were walking back to the ground, I slowed him down and nodded to Ash to keep walking. " I know you're not gonna tell us what's wrong, and that's fine. I know you will tell us when you're ready, but right now, you need to put whatever it is in the back of your mind and bring your focus to the mission", I told him. He ponders what I say, and his eyes turn sad, but then they fully go in determination. He nods and jogs to catch up with Ash. "Kyle. Kill her”, I commanded, and I saw him coming out of the greenhouse, sword in hand. He is almost close. I keep her attention on me.

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.

A shimmering scroll formed mid-air, spinning once before displaying our names. —Brand: Team Leader —Jade Ishola: Second in Command —Nyomei: Attack Power —Orin: Attack Power —Lotanni: Mid-Range Support / Defender —Bainer: Medical Support (Engage only when necessary) Silence. Then: “Wait, what?” I said, stepping closer. “Second in command?” Brand turned slightly toward me, unreadable. “You're fast. Tactical. You don’t freeze up.” “That’s not a compliment,” I muttered.

“The fear, the respect, the loyalty of men like Marco and Leo… that you must earn every day. The Trust gives you the keys to the vault. But you must still command the army that guards it. I have no doubt you will.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping. “There is one final piece. One that cannot be written into any trust. The Bianchi name. It is a name of fear and history. When the time comes, you will take it. Not because you must, but because it is fitting. Jay Bianchi. It has a… permanence.” He was offering a name. A history. A bloody, brutal crown to go with the pristine keys of the Trust.

“Good. Because you’re getting both.” In the days that followed, the city sent more black-coats—new recruits, hungrier, trained in the latest wolf-ward hardware. The packs tested their perimeter, learned their codes, borrowed just enough violence from the old world to hold the new one at bay. Mira led the runs now, her crew growing leaner and meaner by the week; Damon and Declan coordinated the supply raids, always coming home loaded with bruises and bluster.

She thanked them and the girls nodded. "Let's go neonata, we are already late." Blaze grabbed his mate hand and tugged it out of the room, Mia noticed that he wore his perfect, black suit making him looking like a business man, no wait, a sexy handsome models. His fitted black pants, his white shirt who the first two button is opened showing off his collarbones. "Are you done staring at me, mate?" He said in front of her, without glancing her. "How did you about that know? You are behind me." She hit his muscles of his strong back.