Ruthless Call Of Duty 소설 & 이야기

It's 2 a.m., and the dark sky is devoid of clouds. Everyone in CN county and neighboring provinces was sleeping; others were simply lying down with their eyes closed, dreaming, or snoring, but the military unit led by Gen Ari was alert, inspecting the land boundary in order to secure the raid in under an hour. With the monitoring team at Camp Happy Hearts' HQ, the silent drones are busily surveying the region. The CN seals are ready to attack from the air. The CN coastal guards are ready. On foot, the land base crew is surveying and ready to attack. They're all waiting for Gen Ari's command to signal the attack. The chopper will take off once all of the teams are in place. This is the comman

Jonathan looked at Jim who was red out of anger. "He didn't do anything Hunt. Let him go, you got a grudge against me, take it out on me." "Aww desperate for your love, aren't you?" Jonathan and Jim both shared a glance and then gave a death glare to Andrew. "Want to take a tour of a mansion Kyle?" Andrew said. "I'll suggest you to take the offer. Maybe you get to see your lower?" "What game are you playing Hunt?" "Game of thrones. A king must keep the thrown to himself don't you think?"

Her heart beat rapidly from the excitement, and she had never felt so alive in her life. This Enthralling Bloodlust was embedded deep in her blood. While Miko’s buckler caught as many as they could, Miko herself waved her baton at Callie’s rifle. While her drones kept her out of harm’s way, she hacked past the gun’s meager security intelligence and issued a full shutdown command across its logic circuit. “Your generosity is most welcome,” replied Miko. “But unnecessary. I do not need bullets to destroy you.” The rifle whined as it powered down and refused to continue working, which irritated Callie to no end. She tossed it at Miko angrily, but was caught by one of her drones.

Everyone brought out their weapons, scanning for the intruder. “It’s another Alpha… Duke?” Calvin muttered to himself, moving closer to his daughter. Then Ruth appeared, emerging from behind a hunter’s body. A gun in her hand, she pointed it with precision. One hunter aimed at her, but before he could fire, Ruth grabbed the gun and turned it on another hunter. Bam! Arch! A bullet passed by her neck and hit another hunter in the chest. She slammed her hands together, crushing his head, and he exploded where he stood.

The man pulled a communication slate from his belt and struck the stove with his club, the iron ringing out. "Move! Pulse your girl and tell her the debt is due." Ruth’s face went a bruised shade of red, her wrinkles deepening with her resolve. "I... I will not." "You refuse? Fine! Break the old wolf's legs!" the leader roared. He lit a pungent leaf as his subordinates closed in. "I am right here. State your business," I said, my voice dropping to a lethal, icy calm. The group turned as one, their eyes raking over me, meeting a gaze that had been forged in the Lawson Estate’s cruelty. I stepped forward, shielding Ruth with my own body.

Kate’s POV My fingers were pulling up the encrypted line I used for black ops calls. I didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. I took a walk away from the pool, heading for a quiet spot to make the call. The Delta Rogues were not just a strike team. They were banished soldiers, sniper specialists, ex-pack best who were cast out or dissolved by their areas and pounded themselves into mercenary gun-for-hire. I punched the phone and held on. One ring. Two.

“You... You really know? Impossible! He said this method leaves no trace, and no one can trace it—Argh!” Before he could finish his sentence, Ruth kicked him again in a fit of rage. “Who is he?” Callum’s voice became defiant. “You won’t find him. Kill me if you dare!” Ruth sneered. “I’ll show you just how capable I am.” With that, Ruth did not hold back and attacked without restraint. There were no rules or techniques required, just a relentless beatdown. Callum wailed in agony, and there was no point in begging for mercy. He simply cursed furiously.

Something that screams revenge, war, and bloodshed. "Call everyone."

All that time they spent scheming, came down to this, and that six feet tall musclehead was just about to spoil things. Wilson grunted and swung a fist at Ruthless. He, along with the many other members of the Revolutionaries, had been taught to identify each and every noble and their henchmen at sight. It was then he discovered that Ruthless was the main man behind his woes. He hated this nobleman named Ruthless with passion. And so, when he saw him, rage and hatred clouded his thoughts (as always) and overwrote everything he had been taught. All he could think of was killing this bastard this second and so he could not hold back.