La Guerrera Capitulo 57 Novels & Stories

Hunter’s eyes shifted from the gun to Guiller, his fists clenching at his sides. "I don’t have time to kill you right now—I’ve got bigger things to deal with. But if you still want to end it all, go ahead," Guiller said before turning and walking out with Antonio’s men. Hunter stood there, frozen, watching Guiller’s back as he disappeared through the door. “How’d it go?” Don Antonio asked when Guiller got into the car where the elder was waiting. “He’ll come around," Guiller said confidently. “Any updates on Lady Aleah?” he asked, shifting the conversation.

Geret was shirtless on the cold floor, holding his left thighs that was injured with both hands while his face twisted from pain This sight pleased Hunter, but it wasn't enough. So Hunter lifted his gun again and… BANG! A second hole exploded into the same leg. Geret screamed, gripping the floor with both hands, trying to drag himself backward. His fingers slipped on his blood. Gunshots could still be heard echoing outside. Hunter’s men were fighting Geret’s men stationed outside. The walls shook occasionally from the force of gunshots. Hunter stepped fully into the room now. He took slow, deadly steps towards Geret.

Effortlessly a dagger pierced the first guards, then cut the second guards' neck clean, stab through the 3rd guard's temple, bare hand chop the 4th guards neck, and choked the 5th guards in the air before snapping the neck. Leku swiftly ran towards the warehouse and quickly settle on his sniping positions, Xing , Lucas, and Alehandro advance slowly towards the gate, as the mercenary on top of the wall focus on the man who suddenly killing 5 militia in front of them, team 57 already have all the mercenary in their scopes. "WHY YOU!!…KKUAARRGHH!!..". (Mercenary) .

In terms of land areas and prosperity, Astral Province was far superior compared to Riverdale Province. “Rubbish, two piles of rubbish.” Jakoda was quivering with anger. In front of him kneeled two big men, now covered in blood. It was clear that they were just severely beaten up. These two men were the same two who were guarding Capra ward earlier on. “Tell me, what's going on? Capra's one of the twelve zodiac fighters of the Quintus family. How did Capra die? “Capra has done so much for the family. Though he was seriously injured now, the Quintus family will never abandon him. Even if it means he has to spend the rest of his life forever in bed on life support.

After dabbing her face with the handkerchief, she stepped outside having one thought in her head - to go home and have a nap. Asena suddenly blocked her way and Faricenda scoffed, "If I remember clearly, I don't think I have any business with you." She said and Asena gave her a wry smile. "You don't but I do and we need to get on to it quickly." That was when Guerra appeared with a bottle in her hands. Faricenda just watched them lazily, concerned about the way her head was actually banging repeatedly. "Welcome home darling!" Guerra limped to where Faricenda was because of the wounds on her body and opened the bottle, stretching it directly to Faricenda's nose.

I handed the glass of wine to him. “Two days ago, I had my friend murdered in cold blood in order to save my daughter. I made a deal with the bastard Alfredo Colombo, but he broke it by making me a fool in front of my daughter. I gave him fifty crates to make his father proud, but now… I paused, taking a sip from my glass. “He needs to suffer,” He stared at me, and then he sipped from his glass. “Can you elaborate on the degree of suffering you are looking at, Mr. Guerra?””

Another came swinging a machete; she met him with a bullet in the chest and a knife in the gut. The men hesitated. Some cursed her name La Reina de Sangre the Blood Queen. The title spread as fast This wasn’t survival anymore. This was war. Across the chaos, she saw Raffaele. Standing tall atop the catwalk, his grin sharp as a wolf’s. He raised a hand, directing his soldiers like an orchestra of death. And then her gaze snapped left. El Cuervo himself strode through the haze, his raven tattoos catching the flicker of gunfire, a machete in one hand, pistol in the other. His men followed like shadows, cutting down Romano soldiers with ruthless precision.

Chyrill down her looks to stay away from Sergeant Herrera, she can't longer take a look again at Sergeant Herrera's eyes, she needs to control her feelings too, she doesnt want to be in love much more to this man, she feels afraid if being hurt again. It was midnight when they decided to go inside of the room Sergeant Herrera was deeply asleep as of this moment, she decided to go outside of the penthouse and take a walk on a sea shore, she just wanted to refresh her mind of all the things that is happening right now, she had learned to live a life without him, but all of the sudden there he was coming back and alive. She can't imagine that Sergeant Herrera lost his leg maybe, he fought in th

He regretted being so unrestrained when he saw a pretty young attendant. He did not expect that it would cause such serious consequences and possibly even costing his life. Who would have thought that Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries who looked like he was halfway to the God Rank on the surface, would turn out to be a God Rank guardian? Everyone else did not expect it, let alone him. Otherwise, Dark Cape would not be as chaotic as it was now. Now he was seriously injured and as he was being carried by Killer, who was a mid-Dragon Ranker, he offered no resistance at all.

Suddenly, Roberto called out from the darkness. "Captain Terry!" His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the night as figures began to emerge from the surrounding trees. Captain Terry, a hardened guerrilla leader known for his ruthlessness, stepped forward, flanked by his men. They had come running at the sound of the explosions, ready to assist. Terry’s sharp eyes immediately took in the situation—the defeated Japanese soldiers, the bodies strewn about, and the few captives still alive. His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction.