Novel & Cerita Mercenary Justice

I replied annoyed, “Oh” Gunner said stunned, “Who was he?” I asked innocently, “That’s the Alpha you call when your pack is having trouble” “What kind of trouble?” “Supernatural trouble, hunter trouble, sometimes even human trouble” “And they what, they kill them?” “Well, yeh. They're called the mercenaries, but I suppose they are more like the Were equivalent of the CIA secret assassins. Only they’re not owned or operated by any government or organisation. We don’t exactly talk about them, everyone knows about them, but they are a taboo subject” Gunner explained.

She would use her abilities to speak for the weak and be a champion of justice. Now that she had achieved success and fame, she had long forgotten the ideals she once held. I looked into her cold, emotionless eyes and shook my head with a faint smile. "Aurora, your attitude really irritates me. So when I said you would leave with nothing, I meant exactly that. I’m taking everything. I won’t leave you a single cent." Aurora immediately flew into a rage. Even the mediator seemed to think my demand was excessive. Seeing this, Kieran jumped out like a clown to defend her. "Rowan, don’t push things too far! Aurora built the entire company. What right do you have to demand that she leave with noth

[In Summer's office] "What do you all have to say for yourself?" Summer sat in her chair with her legs crossed as she tried very hard to 'forgive' them like William had asked her to. "First of all, I am so sorry, I didn't think it was a problem so I ignored which I nor see was wrong" The manager was feeling remorseful just because his job was at stake, people like this are what considers as hypocrite but she has given her words so she couldn't fire him.

' Hadrian raised an eyebrow at that, that may be why the Swiss mercenaries agreed to work for Alexia in the first place. 'I take it your client told you that?’ 'Maybe, maybe not? I tend to be quiet about my clientele.' The mercenary answered and looked around to see his forces retreating and losing. He smirked again, he thought that Hadrian had played him. It was a cruel way to lose a battle, his enemy knew they were powerful enough and drove them to a corner at the last minute. Still, he kept his code of honor and never will tell Hadrian who his client is. 'The names of my clients will have to go with me to the grave, "Your Majesty".'

Nyx roared. The Kroltan mercenary queen leaped from the smoking crater of her crashed drop pod. She swung her massive kinetic hammer, smashing the skull of a lunging Abyssal angel into a spray of corrupted, dark-violet blood. Behind her, ten thousand Bloodhand mercenaries flooded the plaza like a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated violence. They didn't care about divine formations. They cared about the kill count. Heavy plasma fire, kinetic slugs, and brutal melee weapons wove a deafening, chaotic net of destruction across the sanctuary.

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

Tonight, blood debts demanded alliance. The SUVs rolled to a stop, engines grumbling low like caged beasts. Doors opened. Men stepped out—mercenaries, pale-eyed, movements deliberate, weapons slung low but not forgotten. They carried themselves with the quiet of wolves who’d killed too many times to need to posture. Then Marek emerged.

I cannot deny that since my actions are screaming the fact. Well, I just really love my job and I dedicated my whole self for this. I did not study more than ten years in law school just to sit there and wait for the opponent to win the case. I'm competitive in everything. Justice must only serve the truth. And as a lawyer, I will make sure that justice would punish those who deserve.

Now, after forcing him to take her into the dark heart of Vancouver's lower East Side and telling a gut-wrenching story of pain and loss, she was acting like life couldn't be better. In the space of an hour she'd turned his entire world and everything he assumed upside down. Him. A man that used to kill for money, a fact she would never learn, despite being so generous with her own life story. After leaving the military he became a hired gun in the middle East, telling himself he was working on the side of good. Until the body count became too high to stomach, even for him. He'd started his security company with the nearly two decades of mercenary money and skills he'd picked up overseas.