Triplets on Secret Mission

Chapter 1725

Chapter 1725

As twilight descended, the docks were bathed in a luminescent glow, and a steady stream of residents began to gather, waiting for the next fleet of vessels.

Simultaneously, dozens of miles away, a swarm of armed men from the base was converging toward the dock.

Each man radiated a palpable aura of menace, and as they encountered anyone along their path, they dispatched them without uttering a single word.

Blades flashed, and blood sprayed.

Innocent lives were snuffed out before they could even utter a cry for help, their bodies crumpling into crimson pools.

Witnessing this bloodbath, the others screamed in terror, scattering in all directions. The base men, however, were relentless, pursuing and slaughtering without a flicker of remorse.

The dim light cast eerie shadows on their grotesque faces, making them appear like ghouls risen from the underworld.

Suddenly, a voice pierced the chaos. "What is that?"

As the words echoed, the crowd instinctively followed the direction of the pointed finger.

peak, a line of figures

by the distance, but the artillery cannons by their

gaping maws of the cannons

their spines, and their leader

already sealed

peak, with a swift wave of his hand, unleashed a

Boom!

roar of cannon fire ripped through the night, the projectiles hurtling toward those down

"Run!"

people from the base screamed, scrambling

their mark, exploding amidst the fleeing crowd. The detonation was followed by a symphony of

gruesome battlefield, strewn with the dead and

would be to remain

were trapped and cut off by

stood, a smug grin on his face as he sipped his coffee, his gaze fixed on

at his watch, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Three hours had passed, and he was certain that the situation was

accolades he would receive filled him with giddy joy, and he savored his coffee as if it were a fine

rushed over in a

got a

Ward's heart hammered against his ribs like a runaway drum.