From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 605

Chapter 605: The Floodgates Open

Vivian sat frozen in the reinforced security room, her eyes glued to the glowing camera feeds. She had silently watched Skull casually enter the Fortis building, completely bypassing their heavily armed blockades, and she was currently struggling with a deep, paralyzing panic over what was tactically best to do.

She intimately knew the Black Hand’s terrifying reputation. She knew that with his lethal, ghost-like skills, he would somehow be able to effortlessly reach all the way to the top floors of the tower, regardless of exactly how many armed guards foolishly got in his way.

So, in a grim way, it was entirely useless to try and send squads of regular people to try and physically block or even delay him. It would just be a pointless waste of human life.

The terrifying question was: if nothing drastic was done about it right now, the assassin would eventually end up finding and dealing with her in the security room, or worse, he would reach the executive suite and assassinate Max.

Surprisingly, right as her panic was peaking, she received an encrypted call on the command console. It was from Max himself.

On the other end of the line, Max’s voice was incredibly calm. He calmly told Vivian exactly what was currently happening on the lower floors, and how they would be sending Aron alone to directly deal with the masked trouble.

"Listen to me, Max! I know you heavily believe in your elite team, but you don’t fully understand what is walking up those stairs right now. This person is fundamentally different from all the others outside!" Vivian pleaded, gripping the edge of the console. "He might genuinely be the absolute biggest, most lethal threat that their entire side has in this war!"

"Is that so?" Max replied, his voice completely devoid of fear, carrying a chilling, absolute certainty. "Then I think we’ve definitely sent the exact right person. Because I think Aron might actually be the biggest, most lethal threat that we have on our side as well."

Max paused, the sound of distant gunfire echoing through the receiver.

"So, stop panicking and focus purely on what tactically needs to be done right now. Run the board, Vivian, so we can finally get out of this entire bloody fight losing the least amount of our people."

The line clicked dead. Vivian’s hands were still physically shaking as she vividly remembered Skull looking directly into the security camera just minutes ago.

A dark, cowardly part of her was actually wondering if she should quickly switch sides again. If she made it incredibly obvious over the PA system that she was actively helping the Syndicate, maybe Ramon and Darius would go easy on her when they breached the room. Maybe they would let her live.

But when Max had called, the sheer, unshakable weight of his words of confidence violently snapped her out of it. It made her reaffirm herself and her loyalty to the Bloodline group. They weren’t backing down, so neither could she.

She leaned forward and pressed the main broadcast button on her microphone.

"Captains, listen to me. Start defending less on the perimeter. Allow the flow of the enemy people to actively move inside the lobby," Vivian ordered, her voice finally steady. "We are moving onto the next stage of the defense."

Down on the ground floor, those exhausted Bloodline members that were outside and desperately fighting in the ruined courtyard were incredibly relieved to hear that specific order in their earpieces.

They were taking on the absolute brunt of the brute work, their muscles aching as they continuously clashed with the flow of Syndicate people that just never seemed to stop pouring through the gates.

Now, though, they did exactly as asked. They were focusing strictly on their individual survival fights, seamlessly stepping backward rather than holding a rigid blocking line. By strategically yielding ground, the enraged Black Hound and Gilt Rat members were aggressively rushing right into the Fortis reception lobby. And now, they were clashing with the interior defenders. But the trap wasn’t only set for the reception area.

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