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.

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

stood up abruptly, eyes blazing with

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

was chained to a tall post in the center of the

an order, and a soldier stepped

lash would shred

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

at the soldier still talking to

come for conversation-they came for blood. Now whip

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

Montana sneered at

has tasted plenty of blood

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

howled in agony as the sharp barbs tore

entire crowd gasped, horrified and

What the hell are you doing?" another

face twisted in anguish and confusion, his

this time

trapped

Montana jerked the

throat. Blood sprayed everywhere, staining the ground

his earlier confidence now replaced by stunned silence and creeping

straight at Montana.

stared back in horror, desperately trying to shout, "My body is moving on its own! Help

open,

whipped around violently, striking down any soldier who

voice cold and ruthless. "Shoot

hesitated, their guns

them, Samuel aimed directly at Montana and whispered, almost

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

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

exploded

began firing wildly into his own

off

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

until his

empty.

swinging his arms, whipping soldiers

his head and body, yet he moved as if

zombies!" one soldier screamed, panic infecting

Marcus stood frozen, disbelief

his hardened

seen countless battles, slaughtered

but never anything

the scene chilled

slicing through the chaos. He snatched