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?"

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 on Giles and side with you. You'll become the biggest

eyes ablaze. Jaw clenched, he growled, "You're right. If I try to run, Giles will

"Heaven or hell, Mario-it's all in your hands. What's it

shot through Mario. He smacked Sean's shoulder hard. “When I take

a wolfish grin. "We're both in this together, Mario. Doesn't matter whose table I'm

rallied his remaining men. With Sean's team covering them, they

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put down a rogue, but now, enemies were pouring in from every direction. Judging by their weapons and

Win

were well-trained, organized

command for orders-should

the factory. A fighter jet swooped down, opening fire without

the wheel, and floored

SUV tore through the tall grass, the jet hot on

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

from his seat, braced

unleashed a volley at the jet Within seconds, the Blackwater fighter was trailing smoke,

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