The Almighty Dominance

Ten minutes earlier, Four and her crew lay hidden within the thick jungle foliage, eyes trained on a secluded villa deep in the shadows.

Armored guards paced the grounds, their movements tense and vigilant.

"This place was always deserted," Four whispered sharply.

"Looks like Hugh Jones has finally decided to use it. Jasmine might be in there too."

She signaled briskly with her hand, and two team members swiftly vanished into the dense brush.

Minutes later, one returned, dragging a frightened captive along by the collar.

"Speak up!" Four demanded, eyes blazing with intensity

"Is Hugh Jones inside? What about Jasmine Kingston?"

The captive trembled, his voice barely a rasp. "Hugh's there... with a woman."

"How many inside?" she pressed.

"About twenty-five," the man stammered, panic evident in his face.

Another team member stepped closer. "I counted roughly ten outside. Probably fifteen more inside."

Four grinned, sharp and fearless. "There's ten of us. Each one can handle four of them-this'll be quick. We go in, take out Hugh Jones if we have to, rescue the governor, and get out."

Her team nodded, a few glancing at Alex.

"Don't worry about him." She nodded toward Alex. "He's practically a ghost."

Alex raised a cautious hand, trying to convey the severity of the enemy's threat, but Four silenced him sharply.

"Remember the three monkeys? That's you see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing. Got it, monkey?"

Alex shrugged quietly, backing down.

Four flashed a triumphant smirk.

She was determined to prove the strength and superiority of Chicago's finest, and with a decisive wave, she led her team into the assault.

Two guards stood near the gate, engrossed in casual conversation. Suddenly, one guard froze mid-sentence.

"Bruce? Hey, Bruce, you hearing me?" The second guard nudged his friend's shoulder.

Bruce's body tilted lifelessly, collapsing onto the jungle floor like a felled tree.

recoiled in shock, stumbling backward, eyes wide. "He's

finished his sentence before a soft whistle pierced the air,

silently, his final expression

of alarm rang out,

and fight,

stepping forward alone into their view. Her presence

her!" the enemy roared,

an instant, Four's elite squad exploded from the shadows

in one hand,

movements were precise,

crashed through Hugh Jones's

handpicked from the harshest

voice echoing coldly, "You see that, Alex? This

shot Alex an icy glance. "Stay put. I don't

elite fighters inside. Your team

yourself, Vancouver monkey. You're nothing compared to

cutting remark, she stormed into the fray, determined and fearless, leaving Alex behind in the chilling

***

room, eyes glinting cruelly as Jasmine reluctantly poured

every movement of hers with

on his way, huh?" Hugh sneered, gripping Jasmine's chin roughly, forcing her to meet his

him, I'll tie him down and make him watch while we

she spat back,

laughed darkly, genuinely amused

"Me? Dead? That's adorable."

to the surveillance monitors, showing the

comm device with smug satisfaction. "Four Kings, enough

vela

sat at a lavish table cluttered with poker chips and whiskey bottles. Casually,

up quick and get back to

me," another

erupted outside

dropped swiftly, their bodies strewn like discarded rag dolls, yet

injuries.

celebrations

figures suddenly burst from the villa's shadows,

ruthless speed.

backward from the violent collision, crumpling in

bald man with a twisted leer, targeted Four

a taste." His movements were like a

defiantly, raising her gun, aiming

hell!" she