Drum Island Chopper Novels & Stories

To prevent operational losses, the chopper is taken to their private airstrip every morning, where it is serviced and refuelled before getting down to the day’s job. He stood up and walked away from the blockage of the main quarters, taking in the beauty of the part of the island that the house was situated on. A speedboat and a yacht tied to the pier of the house caught his eye, and he promised himself he was going to take the speedboat to clear his head when all this was over.

I muttered‚ grαbbing the screen‚ αs if I could somehow reαch through it αnd pull my bαby bαck. Killiαn wαs αlreαdy turning. “Get the chopper reαdy. Trαck the license. Get every cαmerα in the city on this now. I wαnt drones in the αir in five fucking minutes. Shut down every roαd leαding out. Nobody leαves! Do you understαnd me!?” “Yes‚ Αlphα!” they αll echoed in unison. But I wαs αlreαdy frozen.

No matter how incredible Harvey York was, he wouldn’t be able to escape once the Silvas made their move! Just then, someone trotted over to Leon and bowed. “My prince! One of Buckwood's notable gangsters, Chopper Lyon is here!” “Oh? Him? I’ll welcome him myself, then.” Leon’s eyes shone bright for a brief moment. He threw Brent a look of approval, the way Brent settled things was quite efficient. Chopper Lyon was one of those legendary men in Buckwood. It was widely known that Chopper had taken control of a large territory with a long knife. He slaughtered people with just one chop, hence his name, Chopper.