Novel & Cerita Gears 3 Onyx Guard

The maid from before quickly answered, and I scoffed lightly. “Ask my personal driver to bring his ass back to work and place a call to my stylist and designer…” I stopped talking when I noticed the receiver had picked up the call. “I want them both here… ASAP!” “Y-yes ma'am,” She stuttered, and I heard scrambling noises behind the door. “Ethan, who is the girl behind the code Alpha 3-0?” I questioned, a slight frown on my face. “We do not have access to such exclusive information, ma'am,” He started,, and the frown on my face deepened. “For some reason, the target Alpha 4-3 had installed guards at all corners of the road, and each one of them is armed with silver guns.”

Standing in the wide doorway was Gideon Vance, the massive, scarred head of academy security. Gideon wore his heavy black tactical armor. His short hair was wet with rain, and his dark eyes were completely cold and deadly. Behind him stood four elite, masked guards holding heavy rifles. "Do not move a single inch," Gideon commanded. His deep voice rolled through the quiet garage like heavy iron. The mechanic panicked. He grabbed a heavy iron wrench from the floor and tried to sprint toward the back door. Gideon did not even pull out a weapon. He moved like a lightning bolt across the room. In less than two seconds, his massive, scarred hand shot forward, grabbing the mechanic by his shirt co

On top of that have enough surplus for backups essentially, only around 100 thousand pairs will immediately be distributes and the rest of the 900 thousand will be shelved. The second types, is the Military gears, from backpack, tactical vest all the way to the ammo pouch and the Special gears, such as belt with sheathed for the swords and wands. The special types of gears. All of these was for the military, and naturally I also included the uniform for all of those that were working on the domestics and the non combatant field. Hence these is the task for the Accessory factories and those that makes gears.

We had broken the bomb. "We are crossing the outer perimeter," Jinx announced softly. The towering, dark walls of the Onyx City loomed out of the blizzard. The heavy iron portcullis was already grinding open to receive us. Drax had kept his word. The city was locked down tight. We pulled into the subterranean garage. The engine cut off with a heavy, metallic shudder. The silence was immediately broken by the sound of running feet. "Mama!" I practically kicked the heavy rover door open. I dropped to my knees on the concrete floor just as Valen slammed into my chest.

"Thirty of you, arm yourselves and get ready to subdue the thieves on the third floor. Pierre will lead you, and failure is unacceptable. The rest, come with me to secure our vehicles." The thirty Royal Guards, clad in tactical suits with masked hoods, moved with disciplined precision. They split into two groups, one advancing towards the front door and the other circling to the back. Their vice leader, a figure of authority and strategy, issued the final orders: "They're on the third floor. Approach with caution. We'll corner them and take them all."

Onyx looked at Ophelia with amused eyes and strolled beside her, his arms slithering around her waist. "Do you want to go out to lunch, love?" He inquired, tenderly pulling Ophelia into his embrace. "Yes!" Ophelia responded with a sweet smile, looking up at him. Onyx spun around, his arm around Ophelia's waist, and saw two security guards walking out of the elevator toward Owen. "And while we enjoy lunch, you have a good time in the police station for assaulting a woman and attempting to assault a foreign citizen. Have a good time!" Onyx waved his hand and slipped it inside his pocket.

Thirty guards is not, objectively speaking, a large number. I tell myself this while sprinting through the festival's silk district at a pace that sends vendor displays scattering in my wake, three Crimson Phoenix Clan guards closing from behind and two more cutting diagonal from the left, all of them in vermillion armor with phoenix-fire Ki blazing hot enough that the air around them shimmers. Thirty guards for one person with no clan, no name, and until four days ago no cultivation rank worth recording. Flattering, honestly.

Diamond whined. “Okay.” Kydence rolled her eyes. “Just stop whining! You’re a frickin’ Shadow Guard! The top Shadow Guard, stop acting like such a girl.” Kydence scolded her beast. “But I am a girl.” Diamond stuck her tongue out her human.

"Jax, talk to me. You got the weapons secured?" "Four heavy rifles, two crates of ammo, and some kind of portable shield generator," Jax answered, excitement bleeding through. "These guards were loaded for a war we just started. My guys are already falling back to the extraction point. You two clear?" "Almost." I slammed the final cutoff, feeling the deep thrum of the grid falter beneath us. The hum died, replaced by a silence so complete it rang in my ears. "Power's cut. Golden district's dark, and we're spreading it. Lena, grab any data chips you see. We need their reroute codes."

Eli Reeves adjusted his night-vision goggles, the world transforming into a landscape of green-tinged shadows and heat signatures that painted the mountainside in ghostly detail. "Thermal scans show twelve guards patrolling the compound's perimeter," he whispered into his throat mic, his voice barely audible over the wind that howled through the mountain passes. "Standard rotation pattern, but they're carrying military-grade hardware. SA80 assault rifles, ceramic body armor, and what looks like experimental tech integrated into their helmets."