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Chapter 2569

But Giles wasn't going to let him off that easily.

Just as Mario's crew was about to be wiped out, with nowhere left to run, a new armed force stormed into the abandoned factory, turning the tide in Mario's favor.

These newcomers moved with the precision and ferocity of professionals, wielding heavy weaponry. In a matter of moments, they'd shot down two of the Blackwater squadron's fighter jets.

Hiding inside a derelict office, Mario watched as Sean strode toward him.

Overwhelmed with relief, Mario nearly shouted, "Sean, what are you doing here?"

Sean, dressed in camouflage, his lean frame and striking, ambiguous features giving him an air of both danger and charm, flashed Mario a crooked grin. "Of course I'm here to back you up. I figured that old bastard Giles was up to something. No way he ever planned to negotiate."

Mario cursed under his breath, glancing at the firepower their opponents still wielded, hesitation flickering in his eyes. "Let's just get the hell out of here first."

Sean blocked his way. "And waste this chance? If you run now, you'll never get another shot at Giles-he'll come after you until you're dead. You really think he'll let you go?"

Mario's bravado faltered. "Half my men are dead or dying. How am I supposed to take his crew on?"

challenge and fierce resolve. "I did some digging. The guys backing Giles are Blackwater's mercenaries from Eastern Europe. They're only here to buy arms from him. Take Giles out today, right in front of their eyes, show them what you're made of. They'll turn

right. If I try to run, Giles will hunt me down like a

or hell, Mario-it's all

bloodlust shot through Mario. He smacked Sean's shoulder hard. “When I take Giles' place, you're my top man. You stick with me, you'll never

eyes narrowed with a wolfish grin. "We're both in this together, Mario. Doesn't matter whose table I'm eating from-as long as we're

With Sean's team covering them, they charged back into the

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told them they were just here to put down a rogue, but now, enemies were pouring in from every direction.

Win

well-trained, organized

for

SUV outside the factory. A

up, spun the wheel, and

through the tall grass, the jet

near the back tire, kicking up a blinding cloud of dust.

rose from his seat,

jet Within seconds, the Blackwater fighter was trailing smoke,