From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 609

Chapter 609: The Last Line of Defense

Ascending from the wreckage of the games room, Ramon and his dwindling command group continued their relentless climb up the concrete stairs, eventually pushing through the heavy doors into the Fortis Media Room.

Advertising materials, presentation boards, and promotional flyers were scattered in disarray across the floor. To their genuine surprise, out of all the sprawling office spaces they had breached so far, this specific room actually had the fewest conscious Gilt Rat and Black Hound members. Almost all of the Syndicate grunts were already incapacitated, groaning in pain on the carpet.

Standing amidst the fallen was a single, exhausted defender wearing a green jacket.

"That one over there... another troublesome Altered?" Ramon sneered, looking down his nose at the panting Ranger. "No wonder the Billion Bloodline group was acting so remarkably confident."

Without breaking his stride, Ramon casually gestured, sending another one of his elite lab coats forward to permanently deal with the person.

Charging in, the towering enforcer closed the distance. Joe looked up at the mechanical behemoth coming toward him and quickly stepped back. A steel-reinforced fist was thrown, tearing through the air and nearly crushing his face, but Joe was able to miraculously weave and narrowly avoid the lethal strike.

’Not good, not good!’ Joe screamed in his own head, his heart pounding against his ribs.

He wasn’t fast enough to dodge the follow-up. The very next hydraulic punch slammed directly into his stomach. The staggering impact launched Joe completely off his feet, sending his entire body flying backward until he crashed heavily into a large, wall-mounted flat-screen TV.

His face cracked harshly against the display, shattering the glass, and dark blood immediately started dripping from his forehead onto his green jacket.

"Maybe I was wrong to assume he was a threat," Ramon said dismissively, not even bothering to stop. "But just make sure he is fully dealt with before you come up to join us."

Although Ramon thought absolutely nothing of the green-jacketed man after witnessing that brutal, one-sided exchange, Darius was actually a little curious, his tactical mind racing.

These were the exact same elite fighters that were able to successfully take over the highly defended Black Hound venues just weeks prior. They absolutely had to possess some incredible skill. And not just that—if it wasn’t this seemingly fragile person in the green jacket who had taken out so many heavily armed people in this room... then who did?

Darius narrowed his eyes. Maybe this battered Ranger wasn’t anywhere near as easy to put down as Ramon arrogantly assumed. No normal person could have survived taking out that many Syndicate thugs alone.

And the lab coat enforcer who had been left behind to finish the job was now seeing exactly why. Through the sparks of the shattered TV, Joe was already stubbornly pushing himself back to his feet.

"Seriously... seriously?" Joe groaned, wiping the blood from his eyes as his fractured ribs began to knit themselves back together in agonizing fashion. "Why couldn’t I get some type of rapid healing ability that came with no pain, at the very least? I can tell already that this fight is seriously going to hurt."

Joe rolled his shoulders, a strained smirk crossing his face as he stared down the mechanical suit.

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