Novel & Cerita Raided The God's Warehouse

It is recognized as private property. So how the hell does it get robbed? “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t feed your dead bodies to vultures.” My voice echoes through the warehouse, mocking how empty the warehouse is. All the cargoes containing armor were nowhere to be found. The whole place is raided. Too much attention to detail was involved in this robbery. This could be the work of an insider, but who? I walk to the room situated at the end of the warehouse where the CCTV room is located. I might as well watch everything for myself.

Chapter 56 A powerful entity known as the Werewolf Destroyers, led by the formidable Fen, had embarked on a relentless quest to capture the supreme god powers, seeking to awaken the cataclysmic Eyes of the Twelve Giant God Statues. With ten supreme god powers already in their grasp, the Werewolf Destroyers were tantalizingly close to their ultimate goal. Only two powers remained, held by the elusive alpheno werewolves, Alex and Kai. Their sanctuary lay hidden within the mystical Gaia villages, a haven for mythical creatures seeking refuge from the encroaching darkness.

I asked, unable to hide my fear. “An attack,” he replied curtly, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Just then, Fox came out from a corner with three armed men beside him. “What happened?” Lord Frederick asked. “They came for the product,” Fox responded, and Lord Frederick went silent for a moment before asking, “And the product?” Fox went silent for a moment before he sighed. “They were all destroyed. It's as if they knew where they were kept and exploded the particular room.” “How did they have access to this warehouse?” Lord Frederick grunted while Fox remained silent.

he added and I punched his shoulder. “ It was one time dumbass,” He chuckled, the sound rich earning a chuckle from me as well as we continued our search for clues. From what Caspian had told me, this warehouse used to filled to the brim with drugs and weapons, most of which were rare and expensive. Alex was the God of weaponry in the underworld, every other clan relied on them for equipments so you could imagine how much security he must have put in here only to be robbed clean in one night.

scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire.

But the name on the screen made my jaw clench. Luca. He knew better than to call unless someone was bleeding or dead. I picked up. "This better be good." "Boss." Luca's voice was tight. Breathless. "We have a problem. Code Red." I sat up straighter, the haze vanishing instantly. "Report." "The warehouse on 5th. The location got leaked. The Ricci family raided it an hour ago. We lost three guys and half the shipment." My grip on the phone tightened until the plastic creaked. "Leaked? No one knows that location except the inner circle."

“The day you were rushed here, just a few minutes after I took Clara to the warehouse and locked her up there, I got a call that your warehouse in California got raided by some unknown people and they carted away with almost all your goods.” “What??!!!!” “You don't have to worry boss, as we speak, I am tracking down each and everyone of them and I was told they caught one.” “That warehouse is my biggest of all the warehouses I have!! The goods there are worth trillions of dollars!!! Fuck!!!!” I exclaimed loudly. “Boss, you need to relax as I Will handle everything.” Sergio said. Even if the bastards were caught, I wouldn't be able to get my goods back hence the reason I was extremely angry.

Heard you have Costa. Hope you’re healing well. Let’s see how well you handle loss. No name. No signature. But the emblem at the bottom—a black scorpion inked onto the paper—told me everything I needed to know. The Scorpions. I exhaled through my nose, feeling the slow burn of rage settle in my chest. “What did they do?” Rafael’s expression darkened. “Stole one of our shipments. Raided one of our warehouses on the west side.” He crossed his arms. “Hit it hard. Burned half of it down.”

Lorenzo wasn’t home, and Catto, his chief security guard, acted surprised to see us, even dared to laugh. “Señor Anthony,” He said coolly, brushing dust off his sleeve. “I see your paranoia has aged like bad wine.” Before he could make a move, Matteo took care of him, by his neck. And he laid there, almost lifeless. I didn’t say a word. I simply nodded to Milo. Milo understood. Within the hour, we had raided every warehouse Lorenzo owned across the coast. From the outskirts to the port district, our men swept through like wildfire. We broke locks, opened containers, turned everything upside down.

I asked, my voice calm. Rukov didn’t waste time. “One of the men guarding Warehouse 9 turned, Don. Slipped word to Kadek’s people. They raided the place last night. Took everything—cash, weapons, the loaded crate.” I didn’t react. I dragged another pull from the cigarette, slowly, my eyes cold. “So…” I said, voice low, smoke escaping my lips. “What about the boy? Did he run?” “We have him,” Rukov answered. “Alive.”