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well you saw my fucking head right there.” I yelled at Mina as she came to help me up using her gun to fire shots at the wolves coming my way. Blaze was ripping heads off as they approached from the front. “Yea that’s the same shit I said when you did that to me when we was fighting that zombie bitch.” “Really? That’s what we doing right now at this fucking moment.” I said as I stood up. “Blaze get Ji’lahni back to the safe house they are after her and not Razz.” Makahi said as he fought off more wolves. “There must be another Ji’lahni around here because I know damn well he wasn’t talking about me I’m not going anywhere. I said as I ran to my automatic crossbow that still had three ro

“Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!” “Oh my. Today sure is the Bounty collector’s lucky day. Like using one bird to kill two stones.” Another male voiced wearing a dark cloak, glowing bronze in one eye with the letter ‘C’ emblem below the glowing right eye while putting his hand on the young lady’s blond braided hair as she pursed her lips for she was average in height seemingly the shortest.

"Like a man carrying the weight of the world. Or perhaps, just the weight of a ten-billion-credit price tag." "You contacted me," Jack said, stepping into the pool of light cast by a single hanging bulb. "You said you knew where Alcatraz is." "I know many things," Blind Eye chuckled. He tapped the armrest of his chair, and a holographic map flickered into existence between them. It showed the city, pulsing with red dots. "I know that right now, three separate bounty hunter guilds are converging on this district. I know that the 'Iron Hounds' are five minutes out. And I know that you are desperate."

he whispers as he comes up behind CopperTongue. The deep scar across CopperTongue’s chest, a pierced crater by his hip that slashes up to his shoulder, radiates bright red; embers in a furnace. His excitement for EmeraldEyes’ idea cannot be hidden, even as he thumps his tail once against the ground decisively, his blood running calm and cold as steel. “I am glad you joined our hunt. Choose any you deem fit, but I will need you to also bring HornedMaw. Our vanguard will need her axe and strength.” “I will not slow us, EmeraldEyes.” HornedMaw bows to him, showing the customary respect to elders and superiors; more than befitting one regarded as a living legend in the tribes of Ma’Nyla.

Mason looks ready to kill someone with his bare hands. But then Gray raises a hand—and the room goes silent again. "I know how insane it sounds," he says, his voice steady. "But it's real. A million-dollar bounty posted to a private dark web marketplace. And the listing's spreading quickly." He nods towards Bones. "That's why the Serpents are here. Bones gave me the heads up when he saw it go live." I bet. He looks like someone who lives on the dark web. Bones doesn't say a word, but his eyes land on me—and stay there.

“Sir… you mean—” Howard’s eyes burned with fury. “Yes.” “Activate the bounty.” The assistant swallowed. “How much?” Howard didn’t hesitate. “One billion dollars.” The room fell silent. Howard spoke again. “Spread the message to every criminal organization, mercenary group, and intelligence broker on the planet.” His voice turned deadly quiet. “I want the entire world hunting him.” ⸻ Back in China. I stood on the balcony of the Yang estate watching the city lights stretch across the horizon. Mei stepped beside me.

“So technically, I am alone. But not lonely, no. Just waiting.” “You mind if I wait with you, then?” He leans closer, and I catch a whiff of his cologne. Something woodsy and spicy. It goes straight to my cock. “Not at all.” “Good.” He grins, showing perfect white teeth. “I’m Hawk.” “Micah.” “Nice to meet you, Micah.” His eyes travel down to where the water hits my chest. “So these friends of yours—are they running late, or did you show up early?”

Their voices echoed across the entire courtyard as the ground almost seemed to tremble beneath the warriors’ voices. “Monica Hale, daughter of the traitor Hale, survived the execution she was given six years ago and now she has returned seeking revenge. Should we allow her to carry out her plans?” Maverick questioned loudly. “No!” “Never!” “That will never happen!” “Never!” Beta Logan roared louder than the others. The warriors roared their replies in unison and slowly, the lips of Maverick curved into a thin dangerous smile. For the first time since Aurora’s disappearance, Maverick finally looked ready to kill.

“I don’t have to trust you in order to work with you” “See, that’s where you are wrong” he sets the box down in front of her. He bends over opening the box and brings out a short coat with H which is Hunter’s initials inscribed on its back. He hands it to her “I should wear this when I’m out on missions?” “Yes, you do. You must always provide proof of death before you claim your reward. Hunters take 50% of your money after each mission. Hunters don’t care about the injuries you sustain during a mission, tend to them yourself. That’s all you need to know”

A huge amount of money for a person everyone hates is a deal too good to be true, but they know it is real, as the name that puts up the bounty has a strong credibility among bounty hunters. Shortly after, the bounty hunters started packing their high-caliber weapons and began sharpening their knives while searching for where the Headmaster was in California. CONCURRENTLY... In Citadel Manor. Quillion Van Kirk stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window waiting patiently for the bounty hunters to contact him to claim their reward. "You messed up with the wrong wolf." He said to himself while cursing the day he met Marcus Fitz.