⚠️ WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS INTENSE ACTION, BRUTAL FIGHTS, AND PURE WRATH. GET READY FOR A THRILLING RIDE! ⚠️
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The cold night air cut through the cracks of the road like tiny glass blades. Inside the line of black, heavy SUVs, the air was boiling with pure hatred. The time for hiding in the shadows, tracing computer tracks, and playing careful games with hidden names was completely over.
Vales had not just taken a captive; he had proudly shown his crimes to the one family in the underworld that you never, ever make bleed.
The attack plan was simple, brutal, and direct. There was no room for talking or mercy. The main heavy fighting team—Keifer, Jaxon, Kian, Angelo, Percy, Aries, Yuri, David, Cin, Felix, Mayo, Edrix, Josh, Denzel, and Blaster—was going to smash through the front doors of Vales' main warehouse. They were going to kick the gates down and destroy everything in their path.
To make sure no one got away, the second team—led by Rafael, Alvin, Leo, Rory, Drew, Kit, and the other —locked down the outside walls, blocking the back doors and small paths. If any coward tried to run out of the building to escape the fury inside, they would run straight into a wall of bullets.
Miles away from the dirty smoke of the docks, the real treasure was being guarded under heavy guard. Deep inside the bright, quiet halls of the private hospital wing, Jane, Ion, and Serina stood like an unbreakable wall around Jay's ICU room.
Her broken body was still fighting for life behind thick glass doors. The three women had turned the quiet medical floor into a deadly castle.
The ground shook as the heavy trucks of the front team slammed to a stop right in front of the warehouse's giant steel garage doors. There was no polite warning horn, no slow countdown. The burning rage inside them did not allow for waiting.
Keifer was the first man out of the front truck. The playful, arrogant smile that he always wore had completely vanished. In its place was a hollow, terrifying face of pure killer focus. He did not look like a boy anymore; he looked like a king coming to reclaim his stolen crown. In his gloved hands, he held a heavy shotgun. Without slowing down, he marched straight to the thick steel side door and kicked it with his heavy boot, shattering the lock completely and bending the metal inward.
"Destroy every single one getting in way," Keifer ordered, his voice dropping into a deep, icy tone that sent a shiver through the men standing behind him. "Leave no one standing."
The fifteen men of the front flooded into the warehouse like a tidal wave of black armor and endless wrath. The sudden, violent entry caught Vales' guards completely by surprise, throwing the entire main floor into an instant panic. Alarms began to loud ring overhead, flooding the giant concrete room in a pulsing, angry red light.
Jaxx moved ahead of the pack with an icy, precise focus that was terrifying to watch. He did not yell, and he did not waste any movements. Holding two quiet pistols in a perfect cross-shape, he walked through the opening hallway like a ghost.
A guard stepped out from behind a stack of boxes, raising a rifle, but before the man's finger could even touch the trigger, Jaxx's right hand moved. A single, quiet sound echoed, and the guard dropped to the concrete floor instantly. Another guard charged from the left walkway, and Jaxx's left hand answered just as fast, killing the threat before the man could take a single breath.
Right beside him, Kian was an explosion of pure, unbridled fury. The sight of his sister bleeding on that video screen had completely broken his mind, and he was fighting like a wild animal. He did not check corners; he charged straight down the middle path, ignoring all safety cover.
Three heavily armed guards formed a wall with an iron cart. Kian did not slow down. He sprinted forward, slid low across the hard concrete floor to avoid a spray of bullets, and popped up right in front of the first man. With an agonizing crunch, Kian slammed the heavy back of his rifle directly into the man's chest, breaking his ribs instantly.
Before the other two could even turn their guns toward him, Kian spun around, firing a brutal burst straight into their vests, dropping them dead into the dirt.
Angelo walked behind them, moving with the slow, terrifying confidence of a giant who knew he could not be hurt. A massive guard, easily weighing two hundred and fifty pounds, rushed out from a side office holding a sharp knife.
The man lunged straight at Angelo's throat. Angelo did not even blink. With lightning-fast speed, he reached out, caught the attacker's wrist in the air, and twisted it with raw, brutal power until the bone snapped loudly.
As the guard screamed in agony, Angelo ripped the knife away smoothly, grabbed him by the back of his vest, and threw his heavy body directly into the path of incoming enemy bullets, using the guard as a human shield while he marched up the stairs.
Percy ducked smoothly beneath a wild, desperate swing from an iron pipe held by a terrified guard. He stepped into the man's blind spot, his fingers locking tightly onto the guard's throat. With a cold, merciless smile, he shoved the man backward with immense force, sending his head cracking hard against a solid concrete pillar.
Percy paused for a short second, casually brushing a speck of dust off his expensive sleeve. "You completely ruined my perfect hair, you piece of trash," Percy muttered under his breath, before raising his gun and firing a sharp shot right past the man's ear into the concrete, forcing him to surrender out of pure terror.
Aries fought with a smooth, deadly grace that was born out of a deep protective family instinct. He was fighting for the sister he had almost lost, the sister who had tried to wish him a happy birthday before the world fell apart.
A guard tried to grab him from behind, but Aries knew the move was coming. He turned fast on his heel, drove a swift, bone-shattering palm strike directly into the man's chest to drop him, and then used his power to plant a devastating kick into the face of a second attacker, sending him crashing through a stack of heavy wooden pallets that broke into a thousand pieces.
Yuri was a silent whirlwind of pure martial skill on the right side. He was fighting not just for his best friend Jay, but to ease the agonizing pain he had felt radiating from Jane's weeping form in the hospital corridor.
A guard armed with a shotgun came around a corner, but Yuri was already there. He slapped the barrel of the gun aside, gripped the man by his shoulders, and used a perfect throw to launch the entire weight of the guard completely over the metal railing of the upper walkway. The man crashed heavily onto the concrete floor fifteen feet below, completely broken.
The remaining members of Section E turned the rest of the warehouse floor into a zone of absolute destruction.
David and Cin fought back-to-back like a well-oiled machine of death. David swept a guard's legs out from under him with a low kick, and before the man could hit the floor, Cin followed up with a savage strike using a heavy iron bar, pinning the guard down and disarming him instantly.
Felix dodged a frantic punch from a guard, letting out a loud, highly inappropriate laugh in the middle of the gunfight. He stepped back, pulled out a high-voltage taser, and jammed it directly into the guard's neck, watching the man drop like a stone while shaking violently on the ground.
Mayo and Edrix held the left side with absolute power, their synchronized, rapid gunfire cutting down a frantic line of Vales' reinforcements before the guards could even set up a proper defensive line.
Meanwhile, Josh, Denzel, and Blaster pushed straight through the center of the storage area, throwing bright flashbangs that blinded the enemy before using overwhelming physical strength to break through the final line of Vales' personal guards.
Within ten minutes of the initial breach, the grand warehouse floor—once the proud center of Vales' illegal empire—was completely cleared of active resistance, leaving nothing but smoke, spent bullet casings, and groaning guards in their wake.
The fifteen boys reformed , their boots clicking together against the stained concrete as they marched toward the back of the building. They pushed through a final set of double oak doors, entering a large, dimly lit main office that looked out over the entire shipping yard
There, sitting completely calmly behind a massive, polished mahogany desk, was Vales. He was casually swirling a glass of dark liquor, acting as though the complete destruction of his entire army right outside his door was nothing more than an uninvited evening distraction.
"Not late, I guess, Vales," Keifer said, stepping into the center of the room. He didn't raise his shotgun; he just let it hang loosely by his side, but the pure aura of malice surrounding him made the air in the office feel heavy and cold. The smoke from the barrel rolled slowly toward the ceiling.
Vales set his glass down on the wood with a soft click, a smug, highly punchable smile spreading across his face. He leaned back in his leather chair, looking at the blood-stained group. "Ah, the famous rescue party has finally arrived. You certainly know how to make a loud entrance, boys. But you're a bit too late to save your precious queen, don't you think? The damage is already done."
Jaxx stepped out from the center of the group, his cold eyes locked onto Vales with the intensity of a sniper scope. He raised his pistol, pointing it dead center, right between Vales' eyes. His hand didn't shake even a single millimeter.
"The only thing that is late in this room, Vales," Jaxon whispered, his voice dropping into a dangerous tone that promised absolute ruin, "is your life. And trust me, I am going to make sure your defeat is the most absolute thing you ever experience."
Vales chuckled softly, though a small, involuntary flicker of nervousness finally cracked through his calm face. He looked around at the faces of the fifteen boys surrounding his desk, his smile shaking as he realized the giant scale of the hatred directed at him.
He tried to clear his throat to regain his composure. "You think you can scare me with a few guns? You're just a bunch of arrogant, spoiled brats playing soldier in my city."
Cin stepped forward, crossing his arms over his chest as a savage, mocking grin spread across his face. "Brats? Cute. The only thing playing here tonight is your final countdown, old man. Let's see how smug that ugly face looks when we take down every single thing you spent years building."
Felix let out a loud, dramatic gasp from the back of the group, leaning his shoulder against a nearby glass cabinet. "Oh, wait! Please don't finish him off just yet, Jaxx! Let me take a quick picture of his face first! I want to post it online under the definition of 'complete and total failure' so the whole world can laugh at him!"
Kian slammed both of his hands down onto the front of the mahogany desk, the polished wood cracking loudly under the sheer force of his impact. He leaned over, his eyes bloodshot with rage. "Shut your mouth, Felix! Vales, look at me! Look at my face right now! We are going to dismantle your entire world piece by piece! You dared to touch my sister, and I am going to ensure you regret every breath you took since that moment!"
Angelo stepped into the direct path of the overhead light, his massive, towering frame casting a giant, terrifying shadow across Vales' desk. He didn't raise his voice, and he didn't bother to smile.
He just stared down at the man with cold, dead eyes that looked right through Vales' soul. "Every single person who helped you hide or transport her is already unconscious or bleeding out on the floor outside. You are completely alone in this room, Vales. Your empire is gone, and your time is officially up."
Aries tightened his grip on his weapon, his voice incredibly soft but carrying a deep, burning love and protective fire for the family that could burn a city down. "We don't care about your underworld reputation, Vales. We don't care about your money, your power, or your territory. You hurt Jay, you broke her body, and that means you are finished forever."
Percy sighed loudly, shaking his head in mock pity as he adjusted the crisp collar of his jacket, using the reflection of a nearby glass trophy case to check his look. "Honestly, Vales, it's an absolute tragedy that you had to be this stupid. I really didn't want to get dust or blood on this new designer jacket today, but seeing how arrogant you are, I will gladly make an exception just to watch you lose absolutely everything."
Vales' smug smile completely disappeared now. The confidence he had worn like armor was rapidly chipping away under the crushing weight of their combined hatred.
He looked from face to face, finding nothing but cold promises of death. But it was Keifer who delivered the final, devastating blow to his fading ego.
Keifer marched right up to the very edge of the desk, slamming his shotgun down on the wood as he leaned forward until he was just inches away from Vales' face. The sheer, suffocating aura of pure monstrous anger radiating from him was enough to make the air leave Vales' lungs.
"Listen to me very carefully, you piece of garbage," Keifer whispered, his voice so cold it felt like ice. "If Jay does not make a full, perfect recovery... I will not just stop your business. I will personally track down every single asset, every bank account, and every single soul who ever spoke to you. I will erase your name from existence. You will spend the rest of your miserable days wishing you had died in this room tonight. You are already finished."
For the first time since the war began, true, unadulterated terror flashed across Vales' eyes. He visibly recoiled back into his leather chair, his arrogant posture completely slumping as he realized he was looking at an actual monster.
Realizing he was completely cornered and outmatched, Vales' eyes went wild with fear. He threw his hands into the air and clapped twice with frantic energy. "You think I didn't prepare for a front attack, you arrogant fools?!" he shrieked hysterically.
The hidden back doors of the office instantly burst open, and a fresh wave of twenty highly trained, heavily armed mercenary guards rushed into the room, their weapons raised to form a protective wall around their boss. But before the guards could even form a proper defensive line, the massive plate-glass windows behind the mahogany desk shattered into a million pieces.
The backup team had officially arrived.
Rafael swung through the shattered window frame on a thick rope, landing perfectly on the back walkway. Without a second of hesitation, he raised his gun and killed two mercenaries before they could even turn around to see what was happening. "Did somebody order a tactical delivery?" he shouted over the deafening noise of the glass.
Alvin and Leo blew through the right side wall using a perfectly timed explosive charge, charging through the thick white smoke like ghosts. Alvin immediately tackled a guard to the ground, securing his weapon instantly, while Leo used a heavy riot shield to smash two mercenaries backward, disarming them in a single, fluid motion that sent them crashing into the floor.
Rory and Drew dropped straight down from the high ceiling beams, landing right in the dead center of the enemy guard group. Rory grabbed a guard's rifle barrel with his bare hands, forcing the weapon upward as it fired harmlessly into the ceiling, before planting a swift, bone-shattering punch to the man's jaw.
Drew spun around in a blur, his heavy combat boot connecting directly with a mercenary's shoulder, sending him flying backward into a heavy wooden cabinet that broke upon impact.
Kit and the rest of the squad flooded the room from the primary back exits, their highly professional, synchronized movements completely crushing the remaining resistance. It wasn't a fight; it was a total shutdown.
Within mere minutes, the entire new wave of Vales' personal guards was completely defeated, leaving the main office dead silent once again.
Vales was shaking violently now, his back pressed flat against the wall behind his desk, his breathing shallow and frantic. But as he looked down at the floor, a desperate, sickening grin slowly crept back onto his bloody face. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a small, encrypted remote control.
"Do you really think I'm that stupid?!" Vales shrieked, his voice cracking with a desperate sense of triumph. "I have one more surprise for you boys! Look at the wall! Look at it right now!"
He slammed his thumb down on the remote's button. A massive security monitor mounted on the office wall hissed to life with a loud pop.
The entire team's hearts collectively stopped beating.
The screen showed a crystal-clear, live surveillance feed of Jay's ICU room back at the hospital. There she lay, pale, motionless, and completely defenseless on the white bed, hooked up to the machines. But surrounding her bed were ten heavily armed undercover guards who had been hiding in the hospital corridors, their weapons pointed directly at her chest and at the vital medical equipment keeping her alive.
Vales began to laugh hysterically, his eyes wide with a crazy, desperate energy as he raised the remote. "Now, put your weapons down! Every single one of you! Drop them on the floor right this second, or my men will kill her where she lies! Drop them, or she dies!"
Jaxx's jaw clenched so hard a vein throbbed on his head. Keifer's eyes burned with a furious, suffocating sense of helplessness. They looked at the screen, then at each other. The risk was entirely too high. If a single shot was fired in that sterile hospital room, Jay would be caught in the crossfire, and her fragile life would be cut off instantly.
Reluctantly, their hands began to lower. One by one, heavy rifles, shotguns, and polished pistols dropped against the hard office floor. Vales' smile grew wider, and he stepped forward from the wall, feeling completely victorious once again.
But right as Vales opened his mouth to deliver a smug taunt, a sharp, cold voice cut directly through the audio feed of the security monitor, silencing the entire room.
"Do you really think you can touch my sister while I am standing here?"
Vales froze mid-breath. Every single boy in the office snapped their eyes back to the security monitor.
Standing right in front of Jay's bed, her body positioned perfectly to block the guards from reaching her, was Jane. The gentle girl was completely gone; her eyes were filled with an intense, boiling anger that was terrifying to see.
And then... BOOM!
The hospital room door didn't just open—it blew inward as Jane launched herself forward with unbelievable speed and savagery. She moved with absolute, brutal efficiency.
She caught the first guard by his throat, using his own weight to drive him violently into the solid concrete wall until his eyes rolled back and he dropped unconscious to the floor.
Without a single pause in her movement, she turned smoothly on her heel, grabbing a second guard's arm, snapping his wrist to disarm him, and using his own heavy stick to strike two more men across the head, dropping them instantly.
She grabbed the next man by the center of his vest and threw his entire body completely out into the hospital hallway. Five heavily armed men, completely taken down in a matter of seconds.
A sixth guard tried to sneak up from her blind spot, raising a quiet pistol to fire directly at the back of her head.
Suddenly, Ion stepped out from the deep shadows near the bathroom door, a cold, mocking expression on her face. "Wow... you really are a damn coward," she said smoothly.
Before the guard could even pull the trigger, Ion reached out, her fingers locking onto his wrist like an iron vise. She twisted it backward, disarming him smoothly as the gun fell away.
She ripped the weapon out of his grip, delivered a swift, brutal punch to his nose that shattered it instantly, and then spun around to face the two guards who were rushing in right behind him. Ion delivered a devastating spin-kick directly to the eighth guard's chest, sending his body crashing backward into a heavy medical monitor that exploded in a shower of sparks, before finishing the ninth man with a swift strike to the throat that left him dropping on the floor, gasping for air.
The remaining two guards completely panicked. Realizing their team was being completely destroyed, one of them made a desperate, cowardly lunge toward Jay's bed, his hand reaching out to violently rip away the primary oxygen and fluid wires keeping her stable.
"You seem to be in quite a hurry, little boy," a powerful, royal voice boomed through the room.
Serina stepped forward from the quiet corner near the window, looking like a warrior queen who had finally decided to join the fight. Before the guard's fingers could even touch the medical lines, Serina caught him by the collar of his jacket, swung his entire weight around with immense strength, and delivered a massive punch right to the center of his face.
The sheer force of the blow knocked him out cold instantly, his nose breaking as his body slid limply to the sterile floor. She turned her icy eyes to the final remaining guard, who was currently shaking with absolute fear.
Serina delivered a swift, powerful kick to his stomach, followed by a hard strike to the back of his neck, dropping him unconscious right next to his bleeding partner.
The hospital room was completely cleared. Ten elite, undercover guards, completely defeated in less than sixty seconds. Jane walked calmly up to the hidden camera lens in the wall, looking directly through the digital feed at Vales, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Back in the warehouse office, Vales stared at the security monitor in complete, horrified disbelief. His face went entirely pale, and the encrypted remote control slipped from his shaking, sweaty fingers, dropping uselessly against the floor. His leverage was completely gone. His final trap had failed.
Yuri let out a low, deep laugh, stepping forward calmly as he casually bent down to pick his pistol back up from the floor. He wiped a speck of dust off the barrel and aimed it right back at the desk. "You really underestimated them, Vales. Did you honestly think the women of this family were just pretty faces for you to threaten?"
In an instant, the remaining fourteen boys flooded the space, picking up their weapons and surrounding Vales in a tight, unbreakable circle of pure hatred. There were no guards left to save him. There were no hidden remote controls, no backup plans, and no escape routes. It was just Vales, cornered against the cold wall, facing the collective, unbridled wrath of the group.
Keifer stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the shaking man like a tiger watching its prey. He looked around at the circle of his brothers, his face hardening into something ancient and merciless. Their protective rage for the man who hurt their mutya was a lethal fire.
"Let's do a one-hit rule," Keifer said, his voice dropping into a deadly, calm tone that echoed through the room. "Everyone gets a turn to settle the score for what he did to Jay. Nobody gets left out."
Jaxx gave a single, slow nod of approval. "Agreed. Let him feel a fraction of the physical pain of crossing our line."
The systematic, brutal takedown began.
Jaxx was the first to step into the circle. He moved with a cold focus, stepping forward to deliver a devastating, heavy punch directly into Vales' stomach. The sheer force of the blow knocked Vales completely back against the heavy mahogany desk, the air leaving his lungs in a sickening gasp as he doubled over.
Kian went next. Fueled by weeks of agonizing worry and the raw rage of seeing his sister tortured, he grabbed Vales by the collar of his shirt, pulled him up, and delivered a brutal punch right to the center of the man's face. Vales' nose broke instantly, blood spreading across the paperwork on his desk as he slumped sideways.
Angelo stepped up into the light, his massive frame radiating a terrifying aura of pure menace. He grabbed Vales by his jacket sleeves, lifting his body slightly off the ground, and delivered a thunderous, heavy strike directly to the man's middle, breaking his lower ribs and knocking the wind out of him entirely.
Percy didn't hesitate for a single second. He stepped forward with absolute grace and delivered a swift, incredibly powerful kick directly to Vales' left knee. A sickening pop echoed through the office as the joint gave way, forcing Vales to collapse heavily onto the hard floor, completely unable to stand on his own two feet.
Aries walked over slowly, his face stone-cold as he looked down at the groveling man. With zero hesitation, he delivered a heavy boot strike right to Vales' jaw, shifting the bone with a loud crack and destroying any remaining spark of fight. "That is for threatening my sister on my birthday," Aries muttered coldly, stepping back into the circle.
Yuri followed up instantly, stepping forward to place his heavy boot directly onto Vales' outstretched hand, pinning his fingers to the hard floor with crushing force until Vales let out a weak, desperate cry of agony, completely broken and defeated.
The rest of the boys took their turns in perfect, merciless order, each delivering a single, devastating strike to the fallen man. David, Cin, Felix, Mayo, Edrix, Josh, Denzel, and Blaster each left their mark, systematically destroying Vales' remaining physical strength until he was nothing more than a bloodied, unconscious mass of broken bones resting in the center of the ruined office.
Finally, the circle of boys parted, leaving only Keifer standing over the ruined man. Vales was barely awake, his eyes swollen shut, his breathing nothing more than a series of weak, ragged gasps as the reality of his complete defeat settled into his broken mind. He had lost everything in a single hour.
Keifer looked down at him with a look of complete, unyielding hatred. He raised his heavy combat boot and placed it firmly on the edge of the mahogany desk right next to Vales' blood-stained head, showing absolute, undeniable dominance over the fallen empire.
"This is just the beginning of your nightmare, Vales," Keifer whispered, his voice echoing with a cold, terrifying finality that filled every corner of the silent warehouse. "You are going to watch every single thing you ever loved turn to absolute ash. The hunt is officially over, but your punishment has just begun."
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