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.

The second guard recoiled in shock, stumbling backward, eyes wide. "He's dead-he's fucking

whistle pierced the air, a silenced

expression

out, fighters

out and fight, you

their view. Her presence was

her!" the enemy roared,

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

gleaming in one hand, pistols blazing in

outnumbered, their movements were precise,

Jones's forces with

the harshest

echoing coldly, "You see that, Alex? This is what Chicago's

icy glance. "Stay put. I don't need your interference messing things up.

but firm. "They have elite fighters inside. Your team might not

fool yourself, Vancouver monkey. You're nothing compared to us. Just stay out of my way, or you'll

final cutting remark, she stormed into the fray, determined and fearless, leaving

***

in his luxurious room, eyes glinting cruelly as Jasmine reluctantly

every movement of hers

his way, huh?" Hugh sneered, gripping

I get my hands on him, I'll tie him down and make him watch while we are making love. Doesn't

back, "You'll be six feet under before

amused by her

"Me? Dead? That's adorable."

surveillance monitors, showing the

comm device with smug satisfaction. "Four

vela

another room, four enormous men sat at a lavish table cluttered with poker chips and whiskey bottles. Casually, one

up quick and

me,"

erupted outside

like discarded rag dolls,

injuries.

victory celebrations were

suddenly burst from

ruthless speed.

backward from the

a bald man with a twisted leer, targeted Four

movements were like a blur, an unsettling shadow

defiantly, raising her gun, aiming precisely

to hell!" she