All Chapters of The Loser Is the War Commander: Chapter 101
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CHAPTER 79 PART 1
The car moved smoothly through Duskfort's streets, Aria behind the wheel with her characteristic perfect posture and constant vigilance.Alessia sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing at the side mirror to check on Emma in the back.They'd been driving for about fifteen minutes when Emma leaned forward slightly, her voice soft and apologetic."Um, actually, you can drop me off here if that's okay," Emma said. "This is close to where I live."Alessia turned in her seat, frowning with concern. "Here? Emma, we're still in the commercial district. Where exactly do you live?"Aria didn't wait for permission. She pulled the car over to the curb smoothly, her eyes already scanning the area for potential threats out of habit, but she said nothing.Emma fidgeted with the strap of her backpack, looking embarrassed. "It's just a few blocks from here. My family... we live in a modest apartment building. Nothing fancy like what you probably have.""What do you mean?" Alessia asked gently
CHAPTER 79 PART 2
She watched the direction the car had disappeared, her jaw clenching with jealousy.A nice car. A personal bodyguard. The confidence that came with having protection.Everything Emma didn't have and desperately wanted.Emma turned and walked in the opposite direction from where she'd claimed to live, pulling out her phone as she moved.Inside the car, Aria glanced at Alessia through the rearview mirror before refocusing on the road ahead.Her expression remained neutral, but Alessia could feel the weight of unspoken judgment."Go ahead," Alessia said with a sigh. "Say it. I know you're thinking something.""I didn't say anything," Aria replied, her tone carefully neutral."You don't have to," Alessia countered. "Your silence is loud enough. You don't trust Emma.""No, I don't," Aria admitted bluntly.Alessia rolled her eyes. "Aria, you're being too hypersensitive. Not everyone is a threat. Emma is just a scared college student trying to make friends. That's all.""Is she?" Aria's tone
Chapter 80
Night had fallen over Duskfort, the city lights creating a glow against the darkening sky.The Crimson Lounge—an exclusive establishment known for serving only the most distinguished clientele—emptied its private room as a group of men emerged into the hallway.At the center of the group walked Darius Kane, dressed casually in dark slacks and a simple shirt that did nothing to diminish the aura of authority that surrounded him.Behind him, moving with the deference usually reserved for royalty, came Major General Douglas Canor and four other high-ranking military officers—a lieutenant general, two brigadier generals, and a colonel."War God, tonight was an honor," Douglas said, his voice carrying genuine warmth despite the formal title. "We don't get to spend time like this often enough.""The honor was mine, Douglas," Darius replied. "It's good to remember we're human beings occasionally, not just soldiers."Lieutenant General Marcus Patterson—a man in his fifties with distinguished
CHAPTER 81
The masked figures exchanged glances with one another, their body language shifting from confident aggression to uncertain hesitation. Darius's countdown had ended, and something in his tone—that absolute certainty, that complete lack of fear—made even trained operatives pause."What are you waiting for?!" the leader barked at his team. "Take him!"Four of the attackers moved immediately to surround Douglas, weapons trained on him as they forced him to the ground with brutal efficiency. The Major General hit the pavement hard, grunting as his face pressed against the cold asphalt, hands yanked behind his back."Don't resist, sir!" one of the attackers warned Douglas. "Or we'll break your arms!"The remaining four turned their full attention to Darius, spreading out in a tactical formation—two approaching from the front, one flanking left, one flanking right. Professional movement. Military training evident in every step."Last chance to surrender peacefully," the leader said, raising
CHAPTER 82 PART 1
The four remaining attackers stared at Darius, their minds racing through impossible calculations.They'd just witnessed their companions destroyed in minutes—bones shattered, bodies broken, all without this man even breaking a sweat.Every instinct screamed at them to run, to surrender, to beg for mercy.But they couldn't. Not if they wanted to live past tonight.Their organization had rules. Iron-clad rules that every operative knew from day one: You never reveal who hired you.You never compromise the network. You complete the mission or you die trying. And if capture seems imminent, you take the final exit.Failure meant death.Betrayal meant something worse than death—torture that would make them beg for the mercy of a bullet, followed by the systematic elimination of everyone they'd ever loved."We have no choice," the leader hissed to his remaining team. "Rush him together. All at once. It's the only chance.""Are you insane?!" one of them whispered back frantically. "Did you s
CHAPTER 82 PART 2
Ribs shattered.The sternum fractured. Internal organs ruptured from the hydrostatic shock wave that rippled through the leader's torso.He flew backward six feet and hit the ground in a heap, blood pooling beneath him as his punctured lungs filled with fluid.Silence fell over the scene.Eight attackers lay broken and dying around Darius, who stood among them looking as composed as when the fight began. No sweat on his brow.No labored breathing. No wrinkles in his clothes.He might have been out for an evening stroll rather than having just systematically destroyed eight trained operatives.Darius looked down at the carnage with undisguised contempt. "Pathetic," he said coldly. "You thought eight of you would be enough? Your organization should have sent eighty. Maybe then you'd have lasted two minutes instead of one."He walked among the broken bodies, assessing each one with clinical detachment.Most were dying—fatal injuries that would kill them in minutes without immediate medic
CHAPTER 83
Darius's eyes tracked the operative's hand as it moved again—this time toward a different location on his tactical vest. Another weapon. Another suicide attempt. These people were thoroughly prepared for failure.But Darius was prepared for their preparations.His hand shot out, gripping the operative's arm before it could reach whatever hidden tool was concealed there. With brutal efficiency, Darius yanked the entire tactical vest off the operative's body, tossing it aside where it landed with a heavy thud several feet away."No more tricks," Darius said coldly.He proceeded to conduct a thorough search—patting down the operative's pants, checking his boots, running hands along his belt and waistband. He found and removed three more items: a small blade hidden in the boot lining, a razor sewn into the belt, and what appeared to be another suicide capsule concealed in a false button."Your organization is thorough," Darius observed, laying the items out on the pavement. "I'll give the
CHAPTER 84 PART 1
Douglas swallowed hard, his throat still tight with shame and confusion.He looked around the interior of the car again, then back at Darius, trying to piece together what had happened during the time he'd been unconscious."War God," Douglas said carefully, his voice still hoarse, "what exactly happened? The last thing I remember is being grabbed, and then something hit my head and everything went black. How long was I out? Where are the attackers? Did—did backup arrive?"Darius didn't answer immediately. Instead, he simply raised one hand and pointed out the window toward the side of the road.Douglas's gaze followed the direction of Darius's finger. His eyes widened.Bodies. Eight of them, sprawled across the pavement in grotesque positions. Arms bent at impossible angles.Legs twisted in directions they weren't meant to go.Some lay completely still, others twitching weakly, all of them clearly incapacitated beyond any ability to fight or flee."Those are—" Douglas started, then s
CHAPTER 84 PART 2
Understanding dawned on Douglas's face. The military base had interrogation rooms.Secure areas where a captured operative could be held and questioned without risk of escape or outside interference. Places where the screams wouldn't carry."Of course, War God," Douglas said quickly, already changing their route. "The base is about twenty minutes from here. I can have the interrogation wing prepared by the time we arrive. Do you need anything specific? Medical personnel? Recording equipment? Truth serum?""Just a secure room," Darius replied. "And privacy. I work better without an audience."Douglas nodded, understanding the implicit message. Whatever Darius planned to do to extract information from the prisoner, it wasn't going to be pleasant to witness. Better that it happened behind closed doors where only those who absolutely needed to know would be aware.He pulled out his phone with one hand while steering with the other, quickly sending encrypted messages to the base commander.
CHAPTER 85 PART 1
The military base's interrogation wing was located three levels underground—a deliberately isolated section where sound didn't carry and what happened in the rooms stayed buried beneath layers of concrete and steel. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows, and the air smelled of disinfectant failing to completely mask older, more unpleasant odors.Douglas dragged the unconscious operative through the corridor, the man's boots scraping against the polished floor. Despite his earlier shame, Douglas handled the prisoner with professional efficiency, his military training overriding his embarrassment.They reached Room 7—the largest interrogation space, equipped with a metal chair bolted to the floor, restraints built into the arms and legs, and a drain in the center of the concrete floor for easy cleanup.Douglas secured the prisoner to the chair with practiced movements, checking each restraint twice to ensure there would be no possibility of escape. The man's head lolled forward, sti