"Yes, ma'am!" the officers barked in unison. They raised their submachine guns, split into four tactical teams, and kicked open the grand front doors of the mansion, pouring inside like an invading army!Upstairs in his private second-floor office, Gerald Colton stood near his mahogany desk, listening to the muffled chaos echoing from the lower floor. Heavy boots stomping across marble, glass breaking, doors slamming—these uncouth animals were ruining his meticulous, quiet sanctuary.Idiots... Colton thought, his jaw tightening as he adjusted his silk tie. If not for these uneducated government thugs barging in like cattle, that little girl would already be dead and buried in the woods.He reached into his pocket and pulled out his custom, encrypted satellite phone.He didn't call Phyna’s direct field commander. He didn't call the local police precinct. Colton went straight to the very top of the food chain. He dialed the personal, unlisted emergency line of the Head Minister of Natio

Williams delivered a brutal, bone-crushing punch straight into the officer’s stomach! The force of the strike folded the man in half, knocking every single drop of air out of his lungs. Before the officer could fall, Williams brought a heavy, downward hammer-fist straight onto the back of his neck, smashing him flat onto the muddy gravel, unconscious!In less than three minutes, Williams had single-handedly neutralized an entire tactical squad, leaving ten heavily armed officers groaning and unconscious in the mud.Meanwhile, half a mile away on a high, rocky cliff overlooking the Colton estate, the rain washed over the pine trees.Parked beneath the thick canopy of the forest was Dorian’s dirt bike. Standing near the edge of the muddy cliff, hidden behind a thick cluster of bushes, were Clara and Dorian.Clara held a heavy, high-powered military telescope to her eye, zooming in past the shattered iron gates, focusing directly on the glass windows and courtyard of the main house."Tho

Nancy bit her lip, staying quiet as the agents moved her into the central SUV. At the very least, these people weren't holding a needle full of clear, lethal poison over her neck. They had given her warm clothes and water. She followed them because she had no other choice, her small body shivering as the convoy cranked its engines and continued its journey down the winding mountain highway.The cars sped through the dense forest, but as the miles rolled by, Nancy’s internal alarm bells began ringing louder and louder.She looked around the interior of the heavy vehicle. The men sitting around her wore sleek, tactical clothing, but there were no official police badges, no government patches, and no identification cards anywhere in sight. They weren't acting like normal officers. They sat in absolute, eerie silence, their hands resting on suppressed weapons.The only comforting thing was that they hadn't tied her hands, but she was trapped squarely in the middle seat between two massive

"Sorry, Phyna," Clara’s voice cut through the radio, as cold and unyielding as crushed ice. "I cannot do that."Phyna sneered, her fingers tightening around the heavy microphone until the plastic casing groaned under the pressure."Then you had better come at me with every single thing you've got if you want your daughter back, Clara!" Phyna barked into the receiver, her voice filled with dark, venomous excitement. "Because she isn't going anywhere. She belongs to the state now!"A long, heavy beat of silence stretched across the radio waves. When Clara spoke again, her voice was deathly quiet, a promise of absolute destruction."Sure," Clara said softly. "You can expect a gift from me very soon."CLICK.The line cut off instantly, leaving behind nothing but harsh white noise.Inside the rear SUV of the convoy, two tactical officers sat in the front seat, listening to the heavy silence left in the wake of the call. The driver glanced nervously at his partner in the passenger seat, swa

He spun around instantly, throwing his hands up in a fake, cheerful gesture. "HEY! Auntie! Good to see you! How have you been?!"The old cleaner blinked her cloudy eyes, looking at his tactical gear and mud-stained clothes with deep suspicion. "Who are you?" she asked sharply, her voice raspy. "I don't know you. I might be old, young man, but I know every officer on this floor."Before she could finish her sentence or raise her voice, Dorian lunged forward! He gently but firmly placed his large hand over her mouth, muffling her gasps as he scooped her up under his arm and ducked into a nearby supply closet!He quickly set her down on a stack of folded towels, pulling a roll of heavy duct tape from his belt."I am so, so sorry, Auntie!" Dorian whispered frantically as he expertly taped her hands and ankles, wrapping a smooth layer over her mouth. "I promise I have massive respect for the elderly! I will make it up to you later, I promise!"The old woman didn't scream, she realized quic