The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 335

Suddenly, the deafening roar of engines shattered the quiet, signaling the arrival of an armed convoy barreling down the road.

A storm of dust kicked up behind them, making the approaching vehicles seem monstrous, unstoppable.

Each armored truck proudly bore the intimidating insignias of twelve notorious mercenary groups.

Within moments, the convoy crashed to a halt, barricading the base's entrance completely.

Doors slammed open, and over four hundred heavily armed mercenaries spilled onto the road.

Guns gleaming under the sunlight, their eyes locked onto General Marcus with ruthless determination.

The atmosphere became electric, vibrating with the explosive threat of imminent violence. War hung heavy in the air, just a heartbeat away.

From within the mass of mercenaries emerged Lyra Thompson, walking confidently, flanked by the ruthless leaders of each mercenary group.

General Marcus, his face darkening, marched forward from the base entrance to confront her.

He knew exactly who she was—daughter of Joe Thompson, once the infamous Sixth Lord of Chicago who got kicked out of the Chicago Lords.

Trouble ran deep in her veins.

“Lyra Thompson!” Marcus roared furiously, his voice echoing across the tense space between them.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, bringing mercenaries to storm my base? Are you insane enough to declare war?”

Lyra stared him down, cool and unflinching. “I’ve come for Alex. Hand him over peacefully, or I’ll take him by force.”

Marcus felt the rage ignite like wildfire within him.

“You've got some damn nerve!” he spat, eyes blazing with fury.

“I answer directly to the Chicago Lords! Is the Thompson family truly ready to start a war with them?”

Lyra gave him a cold, unbothered smile. “You clearly don’t understand your own position, Marcus.

Jasmine Kingston, Alfred Kingston, Kelly Kingston—the governors of three states are behind me. The real question is: Are you willing to risk war with all of us?”

Marcus’s face twisted with fury, veins bulging from his neck.

“How dare you threaten a Major General! Soldiers, get out here, now!”

Instantly, soldiers surged from the base gates, weapons at the ready.

Marcus’s men squared off against Lyra’s mercenaries, the hostility between the two sides igniting into palpable bloodlust.

“Move in! Bring Alex out!” Lyra commanded sharply, her voice echoing with steely resolve.

The mercenaries stepped forward as one deadly wave, but Marcus blocked their path, drawing his pistol.

He aimed it straight ahead, his hand trembling with barely-contained rage.

“Anyone takes one step closer and I’ll put a bullet through your skull!”

Lyra took another defiant step forward, her eyes daring him without fear. “You’re welcome to try.”

“You think I won’t?” Marcus snarled through clenched teeth, sweat beading his forehead.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, Lyra!”

Without hesitation, Lyra raised her hand high, voice ringing clearly for all to hear.

“One hundred million dollars for Marcus’s head! Mercenary or soldier, doesn’t matter! Whoever shoots him first gets the money!”

Her words hit Marcus like a punch to the gut.

His heart hammered furiously against his ribs, a chilling realization dawning on him.

One hundred million dollars—enough to make even the most loyal soldier reconsider.

No, even his wife wouldn’t hesitate to take his life.

Marcus could practically feel the greedy eyes of his own men turning toward him, calculating.

Panic surged through Marcus, his pulse pounding. He tried desperately to save himself.

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