The warehouse lot was a graveyard of shadows, the moonlight slicing through the darkness to illuminate the scattered bodies of Ray’s fallen men, their rifles glinting uselessly on the gravel. The air was thick with the acrid tang of gunpowder and the faint metallic scent of blood. Ray stood at the center of it all, his grip tight on Emilia, the cold barrel of his pistol pressed against her temple. Her face was pale, a streak of dried blood matting her loose braid, but her eyes burned with defiance as she stared at Jack, her bound hands trembling slightly. Scott and Jack stood frozen, their weapons raised but useless, the weight of Ray’s threat pinning them in place. Allison crouched behind a crate nearby, her face bruised but fierce, her eyes locked on her father.Ray’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile, his coat flapping in the night breeze as he tightened his hold on Emilia. Jack’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, but he forced his voice to stay calm, steady,

The operation room in Scott Benjamin’s mansion was a cocoon of tension, the fluorescent lights casting stark shadows across the armory table cluttered with weapons and flickering monitors. Emilia stood frozen in front of Jack, her braid fraying at the ends, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes, wide with shock, glistened with unshed tears as Jack’s words echoed in her mind: ‘I’m the son of Lord James Adams, the Grand Lord of Blue Heavens… and the wealthiest man in the world.’ Her breath caught, her face pale as she turned, her gaze sweeping over Lord Leo, Scott, and Allison, who stood silently watching her.Lord Leo leaned against a workbench, his arms crossed, his sharp features softened by a flicker of sympathy as he met Emilia’s eyes. His sniper rifle rested nearby, its barrel catching the light, but his posture was relaxed, his dark eyes steady, offering a quiet reassurance. Scott stood with his hands on his hips, his gray-streaked hair mussed, his weathered face

Elena’s fingers lingered on Scott Benjamin’s photograph, her thumb brushing over his weathered face, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She set it down carefully, her movements deliberate, and picked up Allison’s picture next, her dark eyes narrowing as she studied the younger woman’s bruised but defiant expression. Brittany caught the motion, her gaze flicking to Bobby, who returned the glance with a raised eyebrow, his wine glass still in hand. The air in Mr Steven Adams’ dining room was thick with tension, the chandelier’s light casting sharp shadows across the mahogany table strewn with photos.“Who are they to you?” Brittany asked, her voice curious but edged with suspicion, her blonde bun glinting as she tilted her head toward Elena.Elena’s smirk widened, her Chinese accent slipping into her words, sharp and smooth. “These two.” She said, holding up Scott and Allison’s photos. “I know them. The other three on the table? Strangers to me.” She set Allison’s picture down, h

Three more men rushed in, their silhouettes dark against the smoke, their rifles spraying bullets wildly. Lord Leo dropped to one knee, his shotgun roaring as he took out the first, the man’s body crumpling against the wall. Jack moved like a shadow, his knife flashing as he tackled the second, driving the blade into the man’s shoulder, twisting it until he screamed and fell. Scott fired again, his shotgun’s blast catching the third man in the chest, sending him sprawling across the shattered coffee table.The room fell silent, the smoke swirling around the bodies, the air heavy with the stench of blood and gunpowder. Lord Leo stood, his shotgun still raised, his eyes scanning the room. “I think that’s all of them.” He said, his voice low, his breath steadying behind his mask.Before anyone could respond, another figure burst through the door, his rifle raised, his eyes wild as he took in the scene,his comrades sprawled lifeless on the floor. He let out a mocking laugh, his voice

Bobby spun around, his eyes blazing as he glared at Brittany, who still gripped his arm, her fingers tight against his sleeve. His face was a storm of grief and rage, his jaw clenched so hard the veins in his neck stood out. “She had one job, Brittany.” He said, his voice thick with sadness, cracking under the weight of his anger. “One simple mission,to go and kill the bastard who took out Ray. Our brother!” Tears welled in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks as he shook his head, his voice rising to a shout. “And she couldn’t even do that! She let Scott Benjamin slip through her fingers!”Brittany’s grip softened, but her eyes stayed steady, her lips pressing into a thin line as she stepped closer, her hand moving to his shoulder. “Ray was my brother too, Bobby.” She said, her voice firm but laced with a quiet sorrow, her blonde bun catching the faint light as she tilted her head. “Yeah, he was a pain in the ass sometimes,always getting into trouble, always needing us to clean