Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1532

Emmy skipped the pleasantries, her voice laced with urgency. "Why didn't James leave with you?"

Will closed the distance in a few quick strides, lowering his voice for a rapid report. "He has his own arrangements, Emmy. He ordered us to wait until the men below evacuated, then destroy all the wooden crates and oil barrels on the beach."

Emmy looked back down at the chaotic shoreline. She gritted her teeth, her words rushing out. "Their main force has already retreated onto the ships, but there's another batch of mercenaries trying to rush up the hill!"

Will's eyes darkened with lethal intent. He snatched a sniper rifle straight from the hands of a nearby bodyguard. "I'll handle them." Before his words even faded, he was already in position, throwing himself prone at the edge of the dirt slope and pulling the bolt back with a sharp click.

Brett, Zachary, and Quincy didn't waste a single breath. They quickly seized spare firearms from the surrounding security detail, dropping to the ground and instantly entering combat mode.

Deafening gunfire erupted as a dense net of suppressive fire rained down on the mercenaries attempting to charge the hill.

Through his scope, Quincy saw the cargo ship had already left the coastline. He whipped his head around and roared at Tyler. "Brother, hurry! Use the grenades! Blow up all those wooden crates on the beach. They're packed with gasoline and ammunition!"

Tyler's face twisted in visible agony at the thought of wasting good supplies. He hesitated, keeping his finger off the trigger. "That is such a waste! We burned through so much ammo getting here, and we're running dry. Why don't we just charge down, wipe out those scumbags, and take the gear for ourselves?"

Quincy didn't stop firing for a second, letting out a cold scoff. "Don't cry over this scrap metal. We just took out an entire armory of theirs. Once we reunite with the others, you can have your pick of the loot."

Tyler's eyes lit up immediately. "Damn it, why didn't you say so?" Without another moment of hesitation, he mounted the grenade launcher and took aim at the massive pile of solid wood crates below.

Sitting inside the violently shaking cabin, Emmy stared at the horrifying blaze in the rearview mirror. Her already pale face drained of all color, her breath catching in her throat for several long seconds. It was only in this breathless moment that she truly comprehended the bloody, merciless reality of a warzone. If they had been even a minute slower, or perhaps just a few dozen seconds, their entire convoy would have been reduced to unrecognizable ash.

Meanwhile, far away from the coastline on the retreating cargo ship.

James leaned casually against the ship's railing, watching the completely decimated small armory base with an imperceptible upward curve of his lips. It was just a pity that a small fraction of the munitions were still on board, a stroke of pure luck for the cartel.

The next second, he watched as the guided shell slammed into the distant hill. The earth-shattering boom echoed across the water's surface. His deep, dark eyes narrowed dangerously. That level of firepower was clearly a retaliatory strike from the cartel.

A mercenary covered in ash and dirt stumbled over, violently patting his own chest in lingering terror. "Damn, that scared the hell out of me. Mr. Nelson, we really owe you today. If you hadn't ordered everyone to fall back to the ship in time, all dozens of us brothers would have died on that beach." The mercenary wiped a smear of blood from his face, his tone dripping with flattery. "You've made a massive contribution this time, saving so many men and all this cargo. When we get back, the boss is definitely going to reward you handsomely."