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

Bring Alex out!" Lyra commanded sharply, her

deadly wave, but Marcus blocked their path, drawing his

ahead, his hand trembling with

takes one step closer and I'll put a bullet

her eyes daring him

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

a dangerous

her hand high, voice

for Marcus's head! Mercenary or soldier, doesn't matter!

hit Marcus like a punch to the

heart hammered furiously against his ribs, a chilling realization dawning on

dollars-enough to make even the most loyal soldier

wife wouldn't hesitate

practically feel the greedy eyes of

pounding. He tried desperately to save

kills me will answer to the Chicago

he frantically scanned the faces around him, Marcus saw

hungrily, weapons held tightly, fingers twitching

in that dreadful

sickening clarity, he was about

it, Lyra!"

usually occupied only with

with three powerful states, leaving his own life dangling by

every choice mattered, every decision could

he

narrowed her

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

"Half a billion? Come on, Marcus. A hundred million could buy me your

darkening. "I'll throw in the heads

his mind, the

certain death at the

Chicago Lords-but they were easier prey, and

the same direction: betray

expression shifted from skepticism to delight, her

the same language. But tell me

replied

raised an eyebrow.

that greedy