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No recognition. Shaun stepped out behind him, her head down as she scanned the images on the page in front of her. Dasha strode down the hall as though she owned it, her hand sinking into her pocket and wrapping around her gun. It was small, but it packed a punch. It would drill a hole through Shaun's skull, turning her brain to mush. Cooper eyed Dasha coldly as she walked toward them. She smiled slightly. She could sense the moment he realized there was danger, but it was too late. She'd already passed him and could see Shaun out of her periphery.

He didn't even bat an eye. And, as if he wasn't content with that, Dionysus signaled his men and all of them fired their rifles towards the dead bodies of the three bulky men all at the same time, not showing any mercy at all. The firing noises weren't that loud because their rifles have silencers adhered to them. After those relentless killings, Dionysus walked outside the warehouse like no killings had happened. After that, Sebastian and all of his men had poured gasoline all over the place and it took nearly ten lazy minutes for them to finish that.

In an instant everything breaks down, a rail gun cracks,as the distinct melody of gunfire echoes across the street. A plasma weapon discharges a full burst right on top of where Sol and Leyland were taking cover prompting Sol to hug the suitcase tightly. A dozen more Triads rush out, carrying a varied armament of rifles, shotguns and smg’s. The screams of bystanders could be heard as well as the low buzz of security drones.

Her swift soft moan was my cue that I defeated one of them. Afterward, I drop her body to the ground, no longer breathing. Vladimir got surprised, I can tell. Everyone, including Shantell, was also stunned and dumbfounded as it only took me five seconds to kill my first enemy. And my luck did not stop when I stab the next enemy with her own taste of medicine; the dagger in her hands. Three hours later, I got surprised when I reach the last set of my enemies, including Shantell. However, my entire body was already feeling exhausted at the moment. I could barely move my hands when they were both feeling numb. And my breathing has already been limited.

You think you’re the only ones who brought weapons? Up on the catwalk, Hugo didn't wait for orders. "Open lanes! Fire at will!" Muzzle flashes strobed through the dark hall as the Moretti shooters unleashed a vertical crossfire. Bullets ripped through tactical armor, dropping three operators in the first three seconds. The warehouse echoed with screams, the concrete yard turning into a pure slaughterhouse. Shinjiro fired wildly into the dark, backing toward the SUVs. The rest of the Vanguard operators were down, their bodies either crushed under iron wrenches or lying unconscious on the blood-stained concrete.

And more importantly— His eyes locked onto the far corner of the room. The crates. Six fucking crates of RH-57 ammunitions. Tucked discreetly behind a velvet privacy screen. He let out a breath, low and incredulous. Did she carry those herself? Did she hire someone? And if she did—did she kill them afterward to tie up loose ends? He wouldn’t put it past her. Not after what he saw back at the warehouse. She had slaughtered them all. A goddamn one-woman demolition squad. Quick, merciless, graceful like a blade and twice as deadly. There was blood splattered across his last memory of her—eyes ice-cold, jaw clenched, hands steady as she emptied round after round into Stefano's enemies.

Like he’s already seen the ending, and it’s written in our blood. Dez, our youngest recruit, whirls toward him. The gun comes up too slowly. The shot cracks like thunder. Dez’s head jerks back. He drops. Just—drops, his eyes blown wide, mouth still forming the command he never gets to finish. Smoke curls from the wound—red. Thick. Twisting like some kind of unholy signature in the freezing air. No one breathes. My eyes narrows onto the red smoke and my chest tightens. Only one person is notoriously known for using rounds like that.

Chapter Six I was worried. That day was the biggest day in the whole country and the world at large, yet there we were, lying on the soft beds while our parents were worried sick about us. Sam was already awake and with Koyala in his office discussing whatever it was they were discussing. I had gone to the room Maya was in to check on her. It is not everyday that you get to see who has been stabbed survive, far worse that was a sword. They said it was an alloy of some metals and steel. Steel was bad for their health as it poisoned their blood making it clot. The team doctors had worked tirelessly on her not to lose her. She was Koyala's favorite and everything had to be done to keep her aliv

Death was close, and he’d dance with it if it came. Jeremiah breached late, trailing Jeremy’s squad—too slow, too loud. He rocked a plate carrier, SCAR-H with a suppressor, 7.62 rounds ready to punch holes. The docks were slick, air cold, his breath fogging faint. Then—a crack. Sniper round, .338 Lapua, high vantage—Hammer's man's work. It tore through Jeremiah’s hip, bone shattering, flesh splitting wide. He dropped hard, concrete biting his knees, a scream choking in his throat as blood gushed hot.

Daren whispered to himself, realizing the men might be goon with intent to rob. These were no ordinary thieves but Marco's goons, and Daren's anxiety heightened. His heart raced as he quickened his pace, yet the men closed in, subjected him to a beating, and forcibly loaded him into their truck. The group comprised five individuals: Daren was confined to the back seat, guarded by an armed man, ensuring compliance. Another drove the truck, while a third occupied the front passenger seat. The remaining two escorted the vehicle on sports bikes, resembling a sinister convoy.