La Guerrera Capitulo 66 の小説・ストーリー

Guerrero takes out his gun and shoots the man, square in his chest without flinching a muscle then he strides towards Jeremy. “What is this hostile reception I'm getting, Kid?” “There was a… situation.” “I can see that, even the slick and cunning Maxim couldn't slip through this one,” Guerrero mocked. Maxim moaned at his son’s betrayal, “You bastard.” He gurgled, struggling as blood bubbled in his throat. “Take him to the car,” Guerrero snapped at two of his men. “Our bargain is complete Kila Vongov, pleasure doing business with you.” Guerrero turns his back to leave but halts at the sound of two safety levers being flicked off.

Zarek grabbed her hand, anchoring her, but her skin burned hot—unnaturally hot. "She's overheating—get her to the healer," Jon barked, already clearing the way. "No," Veyra rasped, shoving herself upright with trembling limbs. "It's him. He's here." Zarek's jaw clenched. "Who?" Veyra looked toward the still-screaming fissure, her eyes glowing white-hot. "The Sixth." Perfect. Here's Section 3 of Chapter 89 – The Sixth Breaks Through: The ground around the fissure pulsed like a wound, the soil bleeding black smoke that curled upward and clung to the trees like a living fog. The land itself groaned, an ancient sound that made even the bravest warriors clutch their weapons tighter.

Older gangers would wave their weapons in blatant defiance, using their innate charisma and leadership to rally the younger ones back into the fight. That display of bravery was not a guaranteed revival of resistance. H-6 had witnessed a panic stricken captain fire at his subordinates as they continued their escape. Weapon discharge was detected by his visor, he raised his shield but took no hits. The sensors spiked up once more, the nearby ganger was firing on his own.

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.

“You don’t understand. The Labyrinth—” “I understand enough,” Rivera snapped, her tone cutting steel. “We’ve seen Athens. We’ve seen the fires. You think you’re running toward salvation? You’re walking into a myth-induced death trap.” Dr. Voss edged forward, raising her voice to cut through the soldiers’ tense silence. “And your plan is what? Kill the Guardian? Cage the only creature tied to stopping the Chimera?” The soldiers shifted at the word Guardian. Rivera’s gaze locked with Cerebus — truly seeing him now. All three heads stared back. Not savage. Not wild. Something older. Something resolute.

The thought of everything burning deep in her head. A sudden knock interrupted the silence, as her father looked irritated instantly. “What?” One of his men stepped into the room carefully. “There’s been an update.” Her father straightened slightly. “What kind of update?” The guard hesitated briefly before speaking. “We just received word that Antonio Valera just got into the city.” The room went completely still now, as Andressa slowly turned towards her father. Then smirked coldly. “So much,” she said softly, “for your assassin.”

the crowd chanted, their voices rolling like thunder. Guerrero did not smile. He stood still, stone faced, unshaken. “Since you refuse to step down the easy way,” he said calmly, “we will do it the hard way. You rebel.” Lucia grabbed a nearby arrow, pulled the string, and fired at the nearest soldier. The arrow struck his armor, bounced off, and clattered uselessly to the ground. The soldiers looked at the spot where it hit… then laughed. They rushed her all at once. Strong hands seized her arms and legs, dragging her down. Ropes were fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles.

“But only one of you betrayed blood.” The projector flickered to life. Images—documents, videos, recordings—spilled into the room. Voices raised. Chairs scraped. A man in the back stood. “I rescind my loyalty to Lucrezia.” Another followed. “She lied to us.” Lucrezia screamed. “You fools! You’ll follow a bastard with no spine!” Gunfire cracked. Sera turned instantly, her weapon drawn. Two guards lay dead at the doors. Chaos erupted. Valerio rushed forward, ducking behind a marble column, returning fire. Sera moved with lethal grace, dropping a man who aimed for Valerio’s back.

"Sanchez must be desperate." As they pressed forward, a third attacker emerged inside the compound itself, having slipped past the defenses. He aimed at Elena. Capello didn’t hesitate. Bang. The bullet from Capello's gun hit the intruder square in the chest. He collapsed. "We’re not losing anyone tonight," Capello muttered. Suddenly, Sergio rushed into the room, out of breath. "We caught someone trying to disable the backup generators. It's Joel. He's here." They raced down to the sublevel. Joel was tied to a chair, bleeding from a head wound. Two guards stood over him.

All she felt was Alessio’s grip, Gabriel’s stare. Her heart broke and burned at once. She opened her mouth. “I choose—” A gunshot cracked, so close it deafened her. The capo standing beside Ferrero crumpled, blood spraying across the table. The shield of men faltered, chaos breaking their line. Gabriel surged forward, Alessio pulling Elena with him. The war swallowed the hall whole. ⸻