The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 420

Alfred Kingston was inside his mansion when the alarm ripped through the halls. "What the hell is happening?" he muttered.

He rushed to the window and saw the nightmare outside-hundreds of people swarming the gate, pounding and tearing at the iron bars as if they meant to rip the estate apart.

Inside, the mansion guards were already in position.

One squad crouched near the entry hall windows with machine guns leveled, sweat dripping down their brows as they waited for the order.

Their leader barked out, his voice sharp as steel:

"Don't you dare break that gate! Cross the line and we'll open fire!"

"You Kingston dog!" someone spat. "Can't you see he's killing us? Next he'll come for you and your whole family. How can you stand there and still back him?" The crowd roared back, unmoved by the warning.

Alfred snatched up his smartphone, desperate for answers. "Why the hell don't I know anything about this?"

But the screen mocked him-no signal, no service. Dead silence.

Then came the pounding at his study door, urgent and relentless.

"Enter," Alfred commanded.

His secretary burst in, breathless, pale, and trembling. "Sir, we have an emergency."

"What is it?"

"Our communications are down. Completely dead. But the rebels? Their channels are alive and organized. They're striking with precision-government offices, banks, politician mansion, military posts, you name it. Someone is orchestrating this."

The man's chest heaved as he spoke, his shirt clinging with sweat.

"I ran here straight from the streets. I saw it with my own eyes. All of Los Angeles

is burning. People everywhere are rioting, protesting, destroying everything in sight."

"General Mark... the High Judge... senators... they're gone. Cut down by rebel hands."

Alfred's jaw tightened. Something didn't add up.

"That's impossible. General Mark had a thousand trained soldiers, fully armed. And they were facing-what? A rabble of eight thousand homeless with nothing but empty hands? Together with at best, two hundred rebels?"

He shook his head, disbelief hardening his voice. "They couldn't have lost. Not like this."

The secretary's eyes widened with grim certainty.

"Sir, believe me. Those eight thousand weren't just homeless beggars. They had guns. Heavy weapons. And they've rallied ten, maybe twenty thousand more to join the chaos."

hard. "And the rebels-there aren't just two hundred. I've heard Vermont sent five hundred of their elite soldiers, mixed in with the

telling me Vermont is behind this? Supplying weapons to vagrants?

smuggled straight into the hands of

rage. "Vermont..." he whispered,

last detail. I accounted for every move, every outcome.

shrieked through the mansion and the crowd outside pounded harder at the gate, his perfect plan was

'Man proposes, Heaven disposes.'

the chaos. Get me connected to the governors - now. I need answers. Why is Vermont attacking

stammered, panic tightening his voice. "All connections are

line can't

into his study, pulled open the

locked in, and the call connected-clean, fast,

faces filled the screen - every governor online, pulled into

the microphone, smiling like a blade. "Governor Kingston finally joins us. We tried calling you,

age. He kept his voice flat and diplomatic. "Bella Kane. Reports say your troops moved

proof. Is your

"Bella, if Vermont's behind attacks on Los Angeles, we won't stand by.

widened. “And where's your proof, Governor Logan? Or should I believe every

the blackout had erased their traces.

intercepted shipments, eyewitness reports - but nothing the

he said. "When it reaches you, you'll see who started this. If

her head like she tasted something bitter. "Let me help you

voice, crisp and coarse. "Go kill all the

the voice echoing through the dark feed. "I never said

smiled without warmth. "I knew you'd say

hit a control,

pounding

dropped dead in the dirt.

woman was dragged

screams tearing through the

speakers.

s

frame, pressed close to the camera-eyes wide, raw

this from people begging

military to butcher the poor and sell the survivors to the wealthy, for sex

stunned silence as soldiers-General Mark's men-opened fire, then hauled

public lines. He had scrubbed his feeds. Somehow

they're not random. They want revenge.

nothing of the sort,”

about. That footage -where

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