La Guerrera Capitulo 70 Novels & Stories

Guerrero says, and I flinch at how low and raspy his voice sounds. ‘From the screaming.’ I hear myself say in my head, and I wish I can erase that. “Oh, I remember you,” he says when I’m too frozen to form a cohesive thought. “You’re the good shot.” He really does remember. “You came here to gloat?” Guerrero barks but with the rasp in his voice, he sounds less menacing and I wonder if they give him enough water to drink. “Your boy already got what he wanted from me, so I’m just here waiting for judgment day. So, you can scamper off, skank.”

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

"Cap, here, she's a fighter." I smile. Persephone wipes her tears away and turns to face Ghost but has her head tuck, not looking at him in the eyes. "W-will, she b-be o-okay?" "Cap is a beast," Gunner shouted from the front as his voice made the child cringe. "Gunner, you ass! Ow! Gentle!" I hiss at the alcohol being pressed on my skin. With that tingling feeling, I clenched my fist, trying to endure the pain.

Because trust me, I’ll enjoy that," he added with a smirk that barely masked his anger. On the other end of the line, the man’s silence cracked for a moment—Hunter’s words clearly landing hard. Then came the icy voice: "I hold all the cards. There are bombs inside the Guevarra building. Each one is tied to three things that matter most to you," the man taunted. "You’d better hurry and find them before time runs out. Tick-tock, Hunter. When the clock hits zero, everything—your treasures, your building—goes up in flames."

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.

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.

Feeling Ding Hao's surprised eyes, the big man smiled and explained. Ding Hao was happy that he had met another wonderful person. The world was really wonderful. "My name is Guo Nu." The strong man stood up and moved his body, saying, "I'm from Valley Village, and I'm the only guardian warrior there... I know your name is Ding Hao. You're so brave to challenge Mu Tianyang... Whoa, whoa, your wine is so strong and I feel hot all over. Whoosh, I have to exercise." Immediately, he pulled out his huge long saber which was inserted on the ground. He waved the saber quickly, and the heavy saber in his hand was as light as a piece of straw.

Guerra smirked, looking directly into Jun's raised up face. Jun suddenly growled, throwing away two of Guerra's friends that were holding her side by side, "Now, I am standing up for myself and you can't bully me anymore!" She gave another deep growl, her eyes flickered to her wolf's which shocked the hell out of Guerra that she fell to the floor - when did she have a wolf?

The other animals stopped running; their confidence boosted as they joined in the fight. It seemed their power couldn’t match mine any longer. Suddenly, the loud sound of gunfire echoed through the lonely bush. A deep scream erupted...it was a voice I knew all too well. It was the voice of my best friend, the one who had always protected me since I first became aware of my existence. “Valera, save me…” he spoke in a language only I could understand. I turned my head and ran toward the direction of his voice. I saw my friend lying in a pool of his own blood.

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.