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.

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

up abruptly, eyes

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

to a tall post in the center of the open field, vulnerable and

a soldier stepped forward holding a whip lined

lash would shred flesh,

hell are you waiting for?" Marcus barked, his voice cutting through the air like a

glare at the soldier still talking to

come for conversation-they came for blood. Now

expectations. "Poor Kid," someone muttered. "He'll be dead soon enough. Let's hope

sneered at Alex, brandishing the vicious

goodbye, asshole. This whip has tasted plenty of blood

but suddenly his arm jerked violently,

agony as the sharp

gasped,

What the hell are you doing?" another soldier shouted,

in anguish and confusion,

swung again, this time wrapping the

the trapped soldier

Montana jerked the

Blood sprayed everywhere, staining

frozen, his earlier confidence now replaced

pistol aimed straight at Montana.

trying to shout, "My body is moving on

to open, sealed shut by some invisible

around violently, striking down any soldier who

snapped into action, his voice

soldiers hesitated, their guns

of them, Samuel aimed directly at Montana and whispered,

trigger squeezed, but in an instant, the soldier's hand twisted unnaturally to

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

exploded among the

and began firing wildly into

completely off

no matter how many bullets hit Samuel, he didn't fall. Like some kind of unstoppable monster, he

his magazine

empty.

swinging his arms, whipping

and body, yet he moved as if

zombies!" one

Marcus stood frozen, disbelief

his hardened

seen countless battles, slaughtered

blinking but never anything like

of the scene chilled

suddenly rang, slicing through the chaos. He