Novel Hidden Soldier Bahasa Indonesia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Do you know the price I paid for this?" Marcus clutched his face, stunned speechless. "The Vanguard family, can you hear me?" "In front of them, what are the Castillos? What are the Salentos?" He pointed a trembling finger at Marcus. "And you, you idiot, you've thrown away a golden opportunity!" His voice cracked with despair, tears finally spilling. "Father." Marcus's voice was barely a whisper. "I truly didn't know her identity…" "You didn't know?" Julian scoffed. "There's a lot you don't know!"

There were no clues left in Cerrathien, the Capital City of Muhler seemed deserted. Airoh asked a handful of peasants during his search. They were in hiding, and their body trembled to see him, thinking he was an enemy. But found a ray of hope the moment he introduced himself. However, they didn’t know the whereabouts of the new Emperor. One thing was sure; the war had begun in Muhler when Esdras forcibly took the throne. Harewyn greeted them when they reached an abandoned building. “Thanks to Yerie, we are all safe!”

Once he had entered the inner part of the residence, Steven looked around and began searching for the soldier Frisco had mentioned. He opened the rooms one by one and was surprised to find one that was occupied by a soldier. The soldier was sleeping on his side, so Steven couldn’t immediately recognize him. Carrying a short knife and moving with the utmost stealth, Steven crept toward the man’s bed. With a lightning-fast movement, he lunged to attack the man. But, unfortunately, his knife was blocked by the soldier, who turned out to be just as skilled as he was. The soldier even managed to wrestle the knife from Steven’s hand and fling it haphazardly aside.

They don't look like guys who would want to harm her but she couldn't stop herself from asking questions. " Who are you guys?" She tries to hide her fear but her small voice betrayed her. She thought the guys watching her house were policemen but these guys don't look like one. " We are men from the military...," Someone answered but he was cut off midway by a stern voice. " We can't tell you more than that," The guy next to the wounded guy answered and gave the guy in the front seat a glare.

Aiden snide, breaking the legs of one of Aman's men and piercing his claw on the man's neck, dragging it until the collarbone. The man let out a sharp cry, blood pouring out from his neck like a river, much to Aiden's satisfaction. "And I'm born ginger, you little shit!" Hugo dragged another man of Aman's lackeys by the leg and threw him to a tree ten steps away. The guy groaned from afar, coughing out blood. "What the fuck are you both doing?" Kleaton asked, dumbfounded. "What?!" Hugo and Aiden replied simultaneously, snarling at him.

But they weren't fast enough to get to the gates when some soldiers intercepted them,with both urgency and precision, the clash of swords and the echoes of battle filled the air. Prince Alexander and his loyal companions fought valiantly, their determination driving them forward in their quest to liberate Isabella from her captors. One of his men arrived on a horse and he immediately handed over Isabella who was still unconscious to him, ordering his to escape through the gates, while they stay back and distract the soldiers.

“Follow me, Valentin. But do not speak of this until we reach the destination. We cannot risk being overheard.” Valentin could follow his queen’s direction and nodded. Though, as he fell into step behind her, he wondered just who her unwelcomed guest could be. He had a few ideas, but none of them were very good. He followed his queen done the stairs of the oldest building on campus to the hidden tunnels very few knew weaved underneath. Following the corridors, we reached a room that was being guarded by four men. As Queen Victoria approached, they stepped to the side, allowing her, and thereby Valentin, entrance.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

Neither the girl nor Kayden registered any awareness of their company at all. Grabbing the little folded square of paper, the soldier turned and fled. His pal followed close behind, and this time they didn’t stop until they reached their bunk, where they slipped into the crowd of soldiers and tried to play it cool, like they’d been there taking a break with the others all afternoon. The soldier kept the letter hidden in his pocket until he was sure he was alone. Only then did he unfold it and begin to study the words on the page. Here he had already been thinking that this was a lucky day.

I'm just praying God will keep us till then. ☆▪☆ "You are surrounded by The Special Weapon and Tactics, The BNI and the London Police Department. Do not try to make any wrong move. Just surrender" a loud voice is heard through a microphone, booming around the ware house where Veronica and I are kept hostage. She and I share a look between each other, a subtle nod saying all that we need to.# "What the hell is happening? I played a my cards right! So what is going on?" Adrian asks, assembling all his men.