Mad Max 3 Master Blaster Novels & Stories

If you don't cooperate, I can't guarantee what I'll do to Larissa! With a wave of his hand, Adrian signaled his men to approach Larissa. "Stop!" Max yelled, raising his hands. A sharp blade appeared in his hands. This was his specialized weapon. The fact that Adrian was able to force him to take out his ultimate move was rather impressive! Max pointed the blade directly at the glass wall. With a piercing sound, a crack appeared on the glass wall. The tip of the blade was aimed directly at Adrian's throat! Adrian's eyes widened in fear and he swiftly disappeared from the spot.

“This machine will move the targets in unpredictable directions. A sensor will track total hits, bullseyes, and shots fired for each set of three shooters. The one rule—one shot. Precise. That’s all it takes.” A hand shot up. “You!” he pointed. Miranda, a Tier 1 trainee—code number 045—spoke up. “That’s it? Just shoot the target?” Mad Max smirked. “045, I assure you, it’s not as easy as it sounds. But let me give your group a real-life test. Headphones off. Now!” We obeyed. “Watch and learn.” He flipped a switch. Chaos erupted. The shooters moved with eerie precision, loading their guns in seconds. No hesitation. No wasted movement. They adjusted their stances, locked onto their targets, and

MASTER! EHHHHHHH!!!!!?????

Meanwhile, Blaze was on his phone, looking at his mails, Mia waited for him to finish, he looked up to her with a smile but once he saw her angry face, his smile dropped. "Are you kidding me? A pack of pads in size of XL." She threw the pack on the ground and ran upstairs. "What the fuck?!" He yelled. "Dude I need your help!" Blaze mind linked Zach, his beta. "The fuck?! I'm busy." "Fuck that, I need you now in my room, right now!" He ordered. "I hate it when you become so annoying!" "I know you love me." He smirked and cut off the mind link.

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

Dad said, that was the last thing he said before the call went dead. "Bastard!" I cursed, sighing as I dropped my phone on my bed. How could he be so proud of this? Our problem won't be only the feds alone once we fucked with the Bratva clan. "Let's see what we have here." I groaned, tearing the package open only to reveal the thermobaric grenade and the rest of the stuff I had ordered for the moment I got to Russia. The package came earlier than expected. "These should be enough." I sighed, pushed the package to one side and took off my jacket, followed by my shirt.

There are seven masters in this city,I will say according to the ranking: Master George Stephen's father comes first,so I understand his fear. Master Henry came second, so they had a close relationship. I came third Master Felix came third fourth. Master Max fifth. Master Tony came sixth. I hate master Tony. He is the brother of the man who killed my family and ruined my life because my father ranked first. I slaughtered his brother's family and we had never had any contact since then except for the master's meetings. Master Williams came last ,he took over from his late father two years ago and had been struggling to pay off the debts of his father which had accumulated.

Brandon muttered in rage, veins threatening to pop out from his neck. "No one messes with the triple terror and goes scott free." Joey added, his eyes blazing with fury. "I'm going to find out the country he fled to...and I will track him down. Remember he confessed he was hired by someone to do the dirty job. I'm sure the same person aided him in fleeing to prevent his/her secret from leaking out." Artemis stated thoughtfully. I gulped down nothing as my stomach churned. They were willing to go this far all because of me. I found this amusing that they were so angered because I was almost assaulted.

“Where’s your lover boy? Tell him to show his face! “I want to kill you! I’ll tear you to pieces! “I’m looking right at you…” I jerked my head back. Amid the crowded street, I couldn’t find that silhouette anywhere. However, the malicious gaze on me was hard to ignore. The malice radar went off. In the distance, a man with a baseball cap stood among the crowd. A terrifying, ink-red 5000 pulsed above his head. It was Cameron, and his malice value had soared to 5,000. Something in his hand glinted in the sunlight.

“I'll be waiting.“ My gaze followed Zagreb as he took his leave. I pulled out a bottle of water from within my desk, twisted its cap open, and gulped down its contents. It was a ritual I often did when I was anxious. “Are you anxious?“ a familiar voice asked. Even if I was asleep, I would have been able to recognize that voice. My whole body tensed as Aiden's face came into view. Today, he was dressed in a gray shirt again and dark blue jeans. “We don't have a session today,“ my voice came out barely above a whisper. “I'm not here for a session,“ Aiden revealed, taking slow but deliberate steps toward me. “I'm here to remind you of whom you belong to.“ Before I could wrap my head around what