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.

shock,

before a soft whistle pierced the air, a

his final expression a mask

out, fighters drawing weapons and scanning

and

confidently, stepping forward alone into their view. Her presence

enemy

an instant, Four's elite squad exploded from the

one hand, pistols blazing

movements

crashed through Hugh Jones's forces

ordinary fighters; they were Kingswell's elite, handpicked from the harshest trials, soldiers born to clear obstacles and

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

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

but firm. "They have elite fighters inside. Your team

monkey. You're nothing compared to us. Just stay

that final cutting remark, she stormed into the fray, determined

***

luxurious room, eyes glinting cruelly as Jasmine reluctantly poured

tracked every movement

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

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

sparkled defiantly, and she spat back, "You'll be six

genuinely amused by her fiery

"Me? Dead? That's adorable."

briefly to the surveillance monitors, showing the outside

satisfaction. "Four Kings,

vela

cluttered with poker chips

this up quick and get back to our

by me," another

chaos erupted outside the

dolls, yet the Four team

injuries.

celebrations

suddenly burst from the villa's

ruthless speed.

Kingwell's soldiers flew backward from

assailants, a bald man with a twisted leer, targeted Four immediately. His voice dripped with

His movements were like a blur, an unsettling shadow flickering between visibility

defiantly, raising her gun, aiming

hell!" she screamed,