Chapter 361
Author: Anakin Detour
last update2025-08-01 04:05:13

After saying this, Adam finally let go.

Vanguard Ghost staggered backward, coughing, then nodded to his men. The Elder gave a quick signal, and within moments, a convoy of black-clad figures disappeared into the jungle, heading for the waiting armored vehicles. The engines roared, and within seconds, they were gone—kicking up dust and betrayal in their wake.

Adam didn’t waste a second.

He turned and sprinted down the jungle path, boots hammering against damp earth, wind slicing past his face. His heart pounded—not from exertion, but from rage and fear. The kind of fear that doesn’t admit weakness—only urgency. He needed to get back. Now.

Vanguard Ghost’s words echoed in his mind like a curse.

“If I don’t make contact within an hour…”

Adam’s fists clenched as he ran.

That man was a liar—a snake—and Adam had only released him to buy himself time. The promise of freedom meant nothing when your wife and sister-in-arms were at the mercy of monsters.

Up ahead, the jungle parted, revealing t
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