The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 333

Previously, while Alex was still trapped in the prison cage, Major General Marcus Hale sat comfortably in his Chicago office, enjoying a cigar when his phone rang.

He picked it up casually.

"Laura Montclair," Marcus drawled with a lazy smirk. "You wanted this Alex guy dead, right? Consider it done. Mind telling me again who exactly he is?"

"He's just some nobody doctor running a tiny clinic in a Vancouver slum," Laura said coldly. "Nothing to worry about."

Marcus chuckled, exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

"I've wiped out thousands like him—he'll vanish, no question. But..." He smirked, voice dropping into a darker tone.

"If you give me another night like last week, I might even take my time. Drag it out. What do you say?"

"Perfect," Laura shot back coldly. "I was craving that too."

The line went dead.

Barely moments later, the phone rang again. Marcus frowned when he saw the caller ID.

"Governor Tom Jones? What's the matter now?"

"I hear you're holding someone named Alex," Tom Jones said in a calm, icy voice.

Marcus grunted. "If you're talking about the Vancouver doctor, yeah, he's mine."

"I'll send you his photo. Confirm it's him," Tom ordered.

Marcus glanced at his phone, nodding sharply. "Yep, that's him."

"Good. Kill him," Tom said flatly. "Same rate as always, one hundred thousand dollars per person."

"Business as usual," Marcus shrugged.

"Actually, I'll triple it," Tom continued with a sinister edge. "But make it brutal. I want him to suffer horribly."

Marcus laughed darkly. "Consider it entertainment. I'll livestream his torture. You bring the popcorn."

The second Marcus ended the call, his phone rang twice more, with Dupont and Hernandez making identical demands.

Torture Alex. Make it agonizing. Kill him.

Marcus shook his head in disbelief, muttering to himself, "What the hell did this guy do to piss off four out of the five Chicago Lords?"

Suddenly, an assistant burst through the door, face pale, holding out a paper with trembling hands. "Sir, you need to see this."

Marcus snatched the paper and scanned it quickly. His eyes widened with shock and delight.

"Johnson's throwing a hundred million on this guy's head. That's not a bounty- that's a goldmine."

Marcus' eyes burned with greed, sharp and electric.

Lords already want him buried. Johnson-the fifth-wants his head on a spike. I bag him, and I'm set

abruptly, eyes

Alex to the center of the field. We're going to put on a show. Torture him slowly, painfully, until he's begging

tall post in the center

order, and a soldier stepped forward holding

shred

hell are you waiting for?" Marcus barked, his voice cutting

at the soldier still talking to

come for conversation-they

Kid,"

sneered at Alex,

goodbye, asshole. This whip has tasted

suddenly his arm jerked violently, forcing the whip to lash brutally across

soldier howled in agony as the sharp barbs tore through

entire crowd gasped,

you doing?" another soldier

anguish and confusion,

again, this time

trapped

Montana jerked

everywhere, staining the ground crimson as the soldier collapsed, choking

stood frozen, his earlier confidence now replaced by stunned silence and creeping

straight at Montana. "Montana, stop right now! Do you want

horror, desperately trying to shout, "My body is moving on

refused to open, sealed shut

whipped around violently, striking down any soldier who

voice cold and

hesitated, their guns

them, Samuel aimed directly at Montana and whispered, almost apologetically, "Sorry,

the soldier's

nearest

terror exploded among

turned and began firing wildly

caught completely off guard,

many bullets hit Samuel, he didn't fall. Like some

until his

empty.

arms, whipping

his head and body, yet he

turned into zombies!" one soldier

Marcus stood frozen, disbelief

hardened face.

seen countless battles, slaughtered

blinking but never anything

impossibility of the scene chilled him to

the chaos. He snatched it