The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 333

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 retirement

up abruptly,

to put on a show. Torture him slowly,

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

an order, and a soldier stepped forward holding

would shred flesh, exposing

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

glare at the soldier still talking

didn't come for conversation-they came

grim expectations. "Poor Kid," someone muttered.

sneered at Alex, brandishing

has

jerked violently, forcing

howled in agony as the sharp barbs tore

entire crowd gasped, horrified

you doing?" another

anguish and confusion, his movements

him, he swung again, this time wrapping

trapped soldier

Montana jerked the

the man's throat. Blood sprayed everywhere, staining the ground crimson as the soldier collapsed, choking and

frozen, his earlier confidence now replaced

at Montana. "Montana,

shout, "My body is moving on its own!

open, sealed

striking down any

snapped into action, his voice cold

their guns trembling

at Montana and whispered, almost apologetically,

the

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

and terror exploded among the

and began firing wildly

off

hit Samuel, he didn't fall. Like some

until his magazine

empty.

arms, whipping soldiers brutally

into his head and body, yet he moved

one

Marcus stood frozen, disbelief

his hardened

seen countless battles, slaughtered

but

scene chilled him to the

slicing through the chaos. He snatched

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