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After a short command, his team gathered around him and they focused their aim at their targeted Kapre. They opened fire as one. Their bullets were like a hail of steel rain that split the skull of the Kapre apart. His tobacco flew from his mouth before he fell to the side with a pulverized head. The other Kapre turned and charged at Lukas and his group but they kept their aim steady and fired another wave of bullets that stopped the attacker dead on his tracks. The last one was killed by Francis and his team. The coast was clear and the surviving 666IB troopers ahead had retreated back to safety. They approached the house beyond, praying that no more Kapres were hiding in wait.

“Shhh... It’s not going to happen. They’re safe now.” But Alice’s vision had shaken her to the core. As she cried against Pedro’s chest, Roberto and his men dragged Ichiro further into the camp. His hand, still stained with blood, slipped off Alice’s foot as Roberto yanked him up and shoved him toward the Captain’s tent. Inside the tent, the air was thick with tension. Captain Juan stared down at the captured lieutenant, his arms crossed, his face hardened with resolve. The guerrillas gathered around, their expressions cold and unyielding.

As one my fighters voices soared with mine, our courage indomitable beneath the ancient sentinels. River gasping against a redwood bole, axe leveled at this throat. Jeremy snarls "Ready to surrender, mangy cur?" Rivero smiles cruelly even as blood bubbles on his lips. "Why Captain, this is but the opening gambit. By sundown all you hold dear will be ash on the wind!" Jeremy recoils eyes wide with dawning horror. Chaos erupted as a hulking Rogue warrior burst from the underbrush, barreling straight towards me with a guttural bellow. I pivoted at the last instant, his claws cleaving only air as I spun beyond reach.

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.

Chapter 61 Alpha Roland's Pov As memories of my promise to Mira flooded my mind, a knot of anxiety tightened in my chest at the sight of my guards faltering in the challenge. Determination surged through me, an unwavering resolve that whispered, "I will not lose this battle, no matter the cost."

The battery on my front door smart lock died, so I called a locksmith to come over. While he was working on the lock, he made small talk. "Dude, this lock comes with six spare keys. Did you lock all of them inside the apartment?" I froze. I've lived in this apartment for three years. My wife and I each have one spare key. The other three were always kept in the hallway drawer. That makes five total. So where's the sixth key?

I grit out, pulling back angrily and realizing he was basically throwing the match. The warrior muttered under his breath, “Better by you than the alpha beating me into a bloody pulp.” “Are these Gabe’s warriors?” I scoffed, purposefully egging him on. “Hah los guerreros de mi tío Javier les ganan cualquier día. (my Uncle Xavier’s pack could beat you any day)” My opponents eyes hardened. I’d gotten to him. This time, when I threw a punch, he caught my hand in his and twisted, bringing me to my knees. But I was ready. I stuck my leg out, tripping him onto his back and tackled him triumphantly.

You need to see how a miserable junkie he was during her demise. The scenario that played out between Lucita and the guards left me gobsmacked. Jericho had gotten into the cabin and I had taken my cover. My mouth fell open as I watched Lucita skillfully dealt punches and kicks to the guards. She didn’t miss any of her aims and the guards could barely lay a finger on her. From my hideout I could see into the cabin. Jericho was equally appalled, he stood rooted on a spot as he watched the combat and not until Lucita was done, did he move a step. Same as me.

Ugh! End of chapter 64

It makes me want to puke in their faces because they squandered their degrees and diplomas, only to turn out to be vile murderers. A pale lady on the front porch smiled at me. She extended a mug toward me, as if inviting me to join her for a drink. But a tear slid down my cheek upon seeing her in her state. What did Santi do to Julius' mother to drive her insane? "Is this enough?" When I heard the tall cop speak, panting and sweating as he leaned the shovel under his chin, I blinked several times. Captain Guevarra is his name, according to the metal plate on his shirt.