The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 335

Suddenly, the deafening roar of engines shattered the quiet, signaling the arrival of an armed convoy barreling down the road.

A storm of dust kicked up behind them, making the approaching vehicles seem monstrous, unstoppable.

Each armored truck proudly bore the intimidating insignias of twelve notorious mercenary groups.

Within moments, the convoy crashed to a halt, barricading the base's entrance completely.

Doors slammed open, and over four hundred heavily armed mercenaries spilled onto the road.

Guns gleaming under the sunlight, their eyes locked onto General Marcus with ruthless determination.

The atmosphere became electric, vibrating with the explosive threat of imminent violence. War hung heavy in the air, just a heartbeat away.

From within the mass of mercenaries emerged Lyra Thompson, walking confidently, flanked by the ruthless leaders of each mercenary group.

General Marcus, his face darkening, marched forward from the base entrance to confront her.

He knew exactly who she was-daughter of Joe Thompson, once the infamous Sixth Lord of Chicago who got kicked out of the Chicago Lords.

Trouble ran deep in her veins.

"Lyra Thompson!" Marcus roared furiously, his voice echoing across the tense space between them.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, bringing mercenaries to storm my base? Are you insane enough to declare war?"

Lyra stared him down, cool and unflinching. "I've come for Alex. Hand him over peacefully, or I'll take him by force."

Marcus felt the rage ignite like wildfire within him.

"You've got some damn nerve!" he spat, eyes blazing with fury.

"I answer directly to the Chicago Lords! Is the Thompson family truly ready to start a war with them?"

Lyra gave him a cold, unbothered smile. "You clearly don't understand your own position, Marcus.

Jasmine Kingston, Alfred Kingston, Kelly Kingston-the governors of three states are behind me. The real question is: Are you willing to risk war with all of us?"

Marcus's face twisted with fury, veins bulging from his neck.

"How dare you threaten a Major General! Soldiers, get out here, now!"

Instantly, soldiers surged from the base gates, weapons at the ready.

off against Lyra's mercenaries, the hostility between the

Alex out!" Lyra commanded sharply, her voice echoing with

wave, but Marcus blocked their path,

it straight ahead, his hand trembling with

closer and I'll put a bullet through

forward, her eyes daring him without fear.

I won't?" Marcus snarled through clenched teeth,

a dangerous

her hand high,

hundred million dollars for Marcus's head! Mercenary or soldier, doesn't matter! Whoever shoots him

words hit Marcus like

against his ribs,

to make even the most loyal

his wife wouldn't hesitate to take his

greedy eyes of his own men turning

through Marcus, his pulse pounding. He tried desperately to

me will answer to the

as he frantically scanned the faces around him, Marcus saw betrayal lurking

hungrily, weapons

dreadful

was

Lyra!"

only with women and parties, suddenly spun

were forcing him into a suicidal war with three powerful states, leaving his own life dangling by a

mattered, every decision could mean life

tense silence, he finally

narrowed her

I'll hand Alex back to you," Marcus clarified, the words sharp

Marcus. A hundred million could buy me your head instead-and that's

throw in the heads

the

onto Alex meant certain death at the hands of the Three

Chicago Lords-but they were easier prey, and the rewards far

and survival pointed in the same direction: betray

from skepticism to delight, her smile

But tell me which one gets to live from the

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