The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 356

"Forward!" barked the Paris security captain, gesturing sharply.

At his signal, fifty elite soldiers surged forward, weapons raised and ready.

They had stormed over the moment they heard trouble erupting in the governor's mansion, prepared for anything.

Just as they approached the grand doors, they swung open with a haunting creak.

"No need to lurk around out there," called a cold, detached voice from within.

"Come on in."

Inside, Alex sat calmly in a high-backed chair, his eyes glinting dangerously.

Governor Norman Guise shouted frantically, "Kill him! Shoot him now!"

Instantly, the elite soldiers stormed in, surrounding Alex and leveling their rifles straight at him.

Alex glanced around casually, unfazed. "I wonder, are any of you ever doing dirty work for this corrupt governor?"

Some of the elite soldiers, almost without thinking, shot quick, nervous glances at their comrades—the ones rumored to be doing the governor’s dirty work.

It was a fleeting, instinctive reaction, nothing deliberate.

But those very soldiers—the ones truly guilty—didn’t look at anyone.

Their eyes were locked on Alex, cold and murderous, their only intent to kill him.

“You better kneel or die!” They warned Alex.

“Kill me?” Alex smiled darkly and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, about ten soldiers—the ones clearly tied to the governor’s dirty work—lifted their guns and pressed the barrels beneath their chins.

A split second later, gunfire erupted.

One by one, they pulled their triggers, dropping lifeless to the floor, including the squad leader.

The remaining elite soldiers froze in horror before rage took over.

Shouting, they swung their rifles toward Alex and unleashed a barrage of bullets.

But to their shock, every round halted midair, stopping dead about a meter away from Alex, hanging there as if trapped in an invisible wall.

Alex raised his hand again, snapping his fingers once more. The bullets clattered harmlessly to the marble floor.

Then, to their horror, the remaining soldiers felt their arms move against their will, forcing their own guns to their heads.

They struggled desperately, fighting an unseen force as their fingers tightened involuntarily on the triggers.

“I’ll give you one last chance,” Alex said, his voice cold and unyielding.

“I came here to wipe out every last Guise who’s been doing filthy, dark things—murdering and hurting innocent people.”

“If any of you still have a heart, if you hate what they’ve done as much as I do, then stand with me. Kneel now, and you’ll be spared.”

The soldiers shifted uneasily, glancing at one another.

Most of them had no love for the Guise family.

They hated the dirt, the blood, the screams of the innocent—but they were soldiers, government men. Orders were orders.

Defying the Guise family meant death. Until now, they had no choice.

But here, in front of Alex, they had one.

One after another, twenty-five soldiers dropped to their knees, some hesitating, others collapsing almost in relief.

The moment their knees touched the ground, Alex’s power released them.

The remaining soldiers yelled in outrage, "Cowards! We swore an oath to protect Governor Guise!"

Alex snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the fifteen defiant soldiers jerked violently as their own guns swung upward.

One by one, they pulled the triggers, the gunfire echoing as they fell, lifeless, to the ground.

Alex turned to the kneeling soldiers, his expression cold and commanding.

“You twenty-five… today, you will help me to give justice.”

He tossed a thick stack of documents onto the floor. “Read them. Every filthy crime the Guise family has committed is in there.”

Norman Guise trembled in his chair, his face pale with terror as he watched his elite guards wiped out in moments.

That was all the security the government building had.

There was no one left to protect him now.

“Who… who are you?” Norman stammered, his voice shaking.

“What do you want? I can give you money—any amount you want!”

Alex scoffed, his tone dripping with contempt.

“I don’t want your dirty money. I want justice. If you hadn’t tolerated your son’s crimes, I wouldn’t be here cleaning up your entire rotten family.”

Norman’s heart sank.

“Gilbert?” he whispered, dread creeping into his voice.

“What has he done? Whatever it is, I’ll apologize, we can still make this right—”

Alex’s expression hardened.

“What has he done? The same thing he always does—beating women.”

He bent down, grabbed a handgun from a fallen soldier, and aimed at Norman’s knee.

The shot rang out, and Norman screamed, clutching his shattered knee in agony.

“Only this time, Norman,” Alex said coldly, firing into his other knee, “he hit the wrong woman.”

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