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!”

spoke 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

sturdy thug escorting him, nearly crying. “Sir, what did your boss just say? Is he going to kill me?

proficient in English. He smirked, forcefully thrusting his gun into Patrick’s body.” Our boss says that if Wyverna doesn’t cough up a hundred fifty million dollars to get you back, he’ll chop off your head tomorrow and

shivered, and everything turned black before him. Only one thought remained in

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son-in-law, I’m afraid I won’t make it back this time. Take

“My lord, it’s here!”

to a dilapidated road shrouded in smoke, Alexander clutched his

known

Briand City. They likely held

In the dim night, he observed the faint city lights and, after a moment of contemplation, ordered, “Maxine, you and the Special Operations Team infiltrate and advance. Station yourselves on the outskirts of Briand City,

special forces members echoed in

a moment, deleted all the confidential content

toward Briand City.

he approached the edge

Boom!

front of him, a fist-sized crater suddenly appeared, exploding into a billow of smoke

the distance,

Alexander raised both hands above his head and shouted, “I’m unarmed. I’m from Wyverna. As per your request, I’ve come to negotiate for

ruined walls, three carrying submachine guns and the last one holding a sniper rifle. The scope emitted an