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.

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

soft whistle pierced the air, a silenced bullet

crumpled silently, his final expression a mask of

out, fighters drawing weapons and

out and

into their view. Her presence was electrifying, daring the

enemy roared, charging

elite squad exploded from the

in one hand, pistols blazing

their movements were precise,

through Hugh Jones's forces

the harshest trials, soldiers born to clear obstacles and eliminate

echoing coldly, "You see that,

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

remained composed but firm. "They have elite fighters inside.

scoffed, cutting him off sharply. "Don't fool yourself, Vancouver monkey. You're nothing compared to us. Just stay out of my way,

into the fray, determined

***

in his luxurious room, eyes glinting cruelly as Jasmine reluctantly poured his

movement of hers with

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

on him, I'll tie him down and make him watch

defiantly, and she spat back, "You'll be six feet under before

amused by her fiery

"Me? Dead? That's adorable."

attention shifted briefly to the surveillance monitors, showing the

device with smug satisfaction. "Four Kings, enough messing around. Time to

vela

lavish table cluttered with poker chips and whiskey bottles. Casually, one of them cracked his

up quick and get back

me,"

erupted outside the

swiftly, their bodies strewn like discarded rag dolls, yet the Four team barely

injuries.

celebrations

suddenly burst from the villa's shadows, striking

ruthless speed.

backward from the violent

a twisted leer, targeted Four immediately. His voice

I need a taste." His movements were like a blur, an unsettling shadow flickering between

raising her gun, aiming precisely at his

she screamed, emptying