The Protector Novel

It was an order that doused the fighters’ morale, overcasting the squad with silence.

Each and every member of the Suicide Squad knew jolly well that they wouldn’t leave the North alive, but to die an unworthy death was a stake in their pride.

Anyone would recoil from the thought of launching themselves to their own graves like a pawn in a game of chess.

They were humans and not merely a tool.

Despite their reluctance, they kept their rage in check and their lips tightly glued.

After all, they weren’t the ones giving commands, and the Four Basilisks were highly capable.

It might be best to just do as told.

“Do I make myself clear? If there are no objections, let’s get the ball rolling!”

Seeing absolute submission, Heracles smiled.

The Four Basilisks were wallowing in this feeling of absolute power.

shouted, and shuffling sounds

eyes were set on the

Malcolm Langston

Heracles looked at

Suicide Squad, not the Suicidal Squad! Throwing ourselves ruthlessly at the enemy before knowing their strategies or tactics is

extensive experience as a commander, his capability was way beyond anyone when it came to military

defeat their enemies till one knows who

Northern Demon had in place

one! We are the Suicide Squad, not the

statement and

know what the Northern Demon is up to? That’s a nice one. Is there anyone on this planet who knows

destroy the Northern Demon, and you’re telling us that we don’t know a

bobbing

in accordance with the Four Basilisks was their best bet since they were the ones who knew

It was your Master, who fought the Northern Demon, not you. Do you know who

His questions got them.