His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0260

About half an hour later, along the coastal outskirts of Ol’ Mare, a Falcon-wing fighter jet from the north came to a slow stop in front of Alexander.

“My lord!” At the cockpit entrance, Maxine, dressed in military attire, bowed deeply to Alexander. “I lead the special operations combat team, ordered to come. All information has been sealed off, and there will be no leaks!”

“Very well.” Alexander entered the cockpit and stared at the pilot’s seat in front. He commanded, “Activate the army satellite and locate Patrick’s phone, even if by force. I want to know the last location before his phone shuts down.”

In the cockpit, two decisive pilots responded loudly in less than two minutes. “Reporting, my lord. Mr. Chesire’s last location before the shutdown was Cabros Province, Southwick, Briand City!”

Alexander wasted no time, a slow exhale escaped his lips.

“Depart!”

Across the ocean, in Southwick, Cabros Province, Briand City…

The flames of war raged.

Patrick sat in the back of a pickup truck, his head covered with a black hood, hands bound behind him. Surrounded by the sound of bullets, he trembled in fear.

“Boss, we got him here!” Two fierce thugs, one on each side, brought Patrick down from the truck and pushed him into a nearby shabby house. Shouting at a burly man with a beard, they said, “This is the guy, wearing a watch worth over fifty thousand. He’s definitely a rich man!”

The bearded man was the leader of the Blackthorn organization, nicknamed ‘Vulture’. He wore a black head scarf and a cigar in his mouth. He shouted at Patrick, “Arlosi, saturion, casuatalida!”

the local language,

developed when, in the 16th century, Horizon Reach Company brought contracts and slaves to Southwick. It was a language recognized globally and used by less than two million people worldwide. Patrick could not understand a

crying. “Sir, what did your boss just

Wyverna doesn’t cough up a hundred fifty million dollars to get you back, he’ll

turned black before him. Only one

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good son-in-law, I’m afraid I won’t make it back this time. Take care of Amber, Susanne, and my granddaughter Olivia. The

“My lord, it’s here!”

next to a dilapidated road shrouded in smoke, Alexander clutched his phone. He gazed at the coordinates displayed

last known location of his

Briand City. They likely held my father-in-law

of contemplation, ordered, “Maxine, you and the Special Operations Team infiltrate and advance. Station yourselves on the outskirts

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for a moment, deleted all the confidential content

toward Briand City.

later, he approached the

Boom!

meters in front of him, a fist-sized crater suddenly appeared, exploding into

distance, issuing a warning in

head and shouted, “I’m unarmed. I’m from Wyverna. As per your request,

carrying submachine guns and the last one holding a sniper rifle. The scope emitted an infrared aiming dot, firmly