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, stumbling backward, eyes wide.

a soft whistle pierced the

silently, his final expression a mask of

attack!" The cries of alarm rang out, fighters drawing weapons

and fight,

alone into their view.

enemy roared,

Four's elite squad exploded

one hand, pistols blazing in the

movements were

through Hugh Jones's forces with

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

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

put. I don't need your interference messing

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

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

fray, determined and fearless,

***

room, eyes glinting cruelly as Jasmine reluctantly

tracked every movement

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

I get my hands on him, I'll tie him down and make

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

genuinely amused by

"Me? Dead? That's adorable."

the surveillance monitors, showing the outside

smug satisfaction. "Four Kings, enough

vela

table cluttered with poker chips and whiskey

and get back to our

by me," another

later, chaos erupted

fighters dropped swiftly, their bodies strewn like discarded rag dolls, yet the Four team barely broke a sweat, suffering

injuries.

victory celebrations were

ominous figures suddenly burst from the villa's shadows, striking

ruthless speed.

of Kingwell's soldiers flew backward from the violent

with a twisted leer, targeted

movements were like a blur, an unsettling shadow flickering between

defiantly, raising her gun, aiming precisely at his

to hell!" she screamed,