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."

Vermont sent five hundred of

me Vermont is

them, smuggled straight

with rage. "Vermont..." he

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

now, as the alarm shrieked through the mansion and the crowd outside pounded harder at the

'Man proposes, Heaven disposes.'

- now. I need answers. Why is Vermont attacking us? This breaks

sir..." the secretary stammered, panic tightening his voice. "All connections

can't be cut,"

pulled open

locked in, and

entered the online room, a grid of faces filled

blade. "Governor Kingston finally joins us. We tried calling you, but

He'd weathered taunts from men twice her age. He kept his voice flat and diplomatic. "Bella Kane. Reports

accuse me without proof. Is your word

if Vermont's behind attacks on Los Angeles,

proof, Governor Logan? Or should I believe every rumor that pops off

erased their traces. He

eyewitness reports - but nothing the network could authenticate in front of these men and

see who started this. If

like she tasted something bitter. "Let me help you to give you proof. See what's really happening in Los Angeles."

the homeless. Get rid of the

He glared at the wavering line on the screen, the voice echoing through the dark feed.

smiled without warmth. "I knew you'd say

hit a control, and another

pounding the ground Gunfire cracked. An

dropped dead in

was

screams tearing through the

speakers.

s

pressed close to the

got this from people begging

Bella said coldly. "They claim the governor of Los Angeles is ordering his own military to

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

locked the public

your front gate, they're not random. They want revenge. They're fed up. It has nothing

did nothing of the sort,”

don't know what you're talking about. That footage -where did you

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