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.

Lyra's mercenaries, the hostility between

in! Bring Alex out!" Lyra commanded sharply, her

mercenaries stepped forward as one deadly wave, but Marcus blocked their path, drawing his

straight ahead, his hand trembling with barely-contained

closer and I'll put

another defiant step forward, her eyes daring him without fear. "You're welcome to

Marcus snarled through clenched

playing a

her hand high, voice ringing

Marcus's head! Mercenary or soldier, doesn't matter! Whoever shoots him

like a punch

furiously against his ribs,

hundred million dollars-enough to make even the most

wouldn't hesitate

the greedy eyes of his own men turning

Marcus, his pulse pounding. He tried desperately

will answer

the faces around him, Marcus saw

soldiers eyed him hungrily, weapons held

in that dreadful instant-he

realized, with sickening clarity, he was about to die-betrayed, helpless, and

it, Lyra!" General Marcus

only with women

war with three powerful states, leaving his own life dangling by

choice mattered, every decision could mean

a tense silence, he finally spoke.

narrowed her eyes, puzzled.

a billion, and I'll hand Alex back to you," Marcus clarified, the

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

eyes darkening. "I'll throw in the

his mind, the calculation was

certain death at the hands of the Three

with the Chicago Lords-but they were easier prey, and

and survival pointed in the same

skepticism to delight, her smile

tell me which one gets

replied

raised an eyebrow. "Why

greedy