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.

squared off against Lyra's mercenaries, the hostility between the two sides igniting into

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

wave, but Marcus blocked their path, drawing

it straight ahead, his hand trembling with

closer and I'll put a

forward, her eyes daring him

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

playing a dangerous

hesitation, Lyra raised her hand high, voice ringing

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

like a punch to the

furiously against his ribs, a

dollars-enough to make

his wife wouldn't hesitate

the greedy eyes of his own

pulse pounding. He tried desperately

will answer to

scanned the faces around him, Marcus saw betrayal

him hungrily, weapons held tightly,

knew in that dreadful

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

Lyra!" General

only with women and

suicidal war with three powerful states,

mattered, every decision could mean life

he finally spoke. "Half

her

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

hundred million could buy me

throw in the heads of four Chicago Lords,

his mind, the

at the hands

Lords-but they were easier

and survival pointed in the

skepticism to

finally speaking the same language. But tell me which one gets

Marcus replied

raised an

greedy bastard cares