From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Answer My Call!

Rushing around the dock, Max continued to shout. The further he went, the more he realized the place was far larger than he’d expected. Rows of shipping containers stretched into the distance, towering walls of rusted metal that made the area feel like a maze. Every turn looked the same; every echo of his own footsteps blended with the ones chasing him. At one point, he even found himself back where he’d started, the men he had beaten earlier were still rolling on the floor, groaning in pain.

I have to hurry, Max thought, gritting his teeth as his breath came heavy. Who knows how the others are faring? Without Aron there with them... I worry.

"SHERI!!!" he yelled, his voice raw from shouting. "If you can hear me, give me a signal!"

The call bounced off metal walls, spreading in overlapping echoes. Max turned a corner, and came face-to-face with four men wearing sharp, mocking smiles.

"Seriously," one of them sneered, "did you think running around shouting for the person you’re looking for wouldn’t let us know exactly where you were?"

They expected him to hesitate, to back away, but instead, Max sprinted straight toward them. His body moved before his thoughts could catch up. He jumped into the air, knees bent, and his leg shot up, his knee slammed directly into the first man’s face. The impact sent the Black Hound member sprawling backward, but Max didn’t let him fall freely.

He twisted midair, wrapping his legs around the man’s neck as they rolled across the ground. Using that motion, Max tightened his hold and choked the man into unconsciousness. Another enemy moved to stomp down on him, but Max released the first man at the perfect moment, rolled backward, and spun up to his feet. His heel lashed out and struck the attacker across the jaw with a sickening crack.

All of the techniques I’ve copied... every fight I’ve survived, it all adds up, Max thought, his heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of combat. Using the experience of my past life and the dangers I’ve faced, then adding the vow’s power on top of it...

He ducked under another swing and drove his fist into a man’s ribs, the strike sharp and deep enough to make the air burst out of his lungs. Before the man could recover, Max followed up with a second blow, one to the face that twisted his head violently and sent him collapsing to the floor.

"I might have spent some money recently," Max said, straightening and looking over the unconscious bodies, "but I’m by no means an easy target."

At the beginning of this whole ordeal, he had been tense, his body wound tight with adrenaline and fear, but the more he fought, the looser he became. Each movement felt smoother, each strike cleaner. His pulse still pounded, but there was rhythm to it now, control.

He took off again, weaving between containers. "SHERI!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the dockyard. His calls and cries didn’t go unheard.

Inside one of the containers, Sheri lifted her head. The faint, distant voice was muffled by steel, but she swore she heard her name. At first, she thought she was imagining it, until she saw Anton’s expression shift. He had heard it too.

"Who is that?" Anton asked, brow furrowing as he turned toward the narrow crack of light seeping through the slightly open door.

Sheri’s heart pounded. She couldn’t make out the voice clearly, but whoever it was sounded desperate, and alive.

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