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.

already want him buried. Johnson-the fifth-wants his head on a spike. I bag him, and I'm set for life. This is my damn

up abruptly,

the center of the field. We're going to put on a show.

chained to a tall post in the center of the open field,

stepped forward holding a whip

shred

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

shot a glare at the soldier still talking

didn't come for conversation-they came for

watched anxiously, whispering their grim expectations. "Poor Kid," someone muttered.

at

goodbye, asshole. This whip has tasted plenty of

swung the whip back, but suddenly his arm jerked violently, forcing the whip to

soldier howled in agony as the sharp barbs tore through his

gasped, horrified

What the hell are you doing?" another soldier

and confusion, his

could stop him, he swung again, this time wrapping the whip tightly around the approaching soldier's

trapped soldier gasped

Montana jerked the

sprayed everywhere, staining the

now replaced by stunned silence and

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

to shout,

refused to open, sealed

hand whipped around violently, striking down any soldier who dared

into action, his voice

soldiers hesitated, their guns trembling

Samuel aimed directly at Montana and whispered, almost apologetically,

an instant, the soldier's hand twisted unnaturally

shot went wild, blasting into the chest of his nearest comrade. Shock filled his eyes as he

exploded among

and began firing wildly into his

completely off

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

until his

empty.

his arms,

head and body, yet he moved as if

zombies!" one soldier screamed, panic infecting the

Marcus stood frozen, disbelief

his hardened face. He

seen countless battles, slaughtered

but never anything

the scene

through the chaos. He snatched