From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628: The Camp

Aron hadn’t known Vivian for long, but two things had become undeniably clear through her actions. First, she was a brilliant strategist; if she was making a move, it was usually the most efficient path to victory. Second, she had firmly chosen her side. She wasn’t just a neutral observer anymore, she wanted the Billion Bloodline to win, and she was willing to use every high-tech resource at her disposal to make that happen.

High above, a sleek drone that had once belonged to the Fortis group hovered, its rotors humming with a high-pitched whine. Vivian must have been monitoring the security feeds, spotting the grueling stalemate in the gym and realizing that Aron was fading.

Whatever was in that package was more than just supplies; it was Aron’s second wind.

Skull, however, wasn’t about to play the role of the bystander. He glanced from the drone to Aron, his eyes widening with realization. "If you think I’m just going to stand here and let you get your hands on that, you’re crazy!" Skull barked. Despite his battered state, he lunged forward, sprinting toward the drop zone with a desperate burst of speed.

Seeing the head start, Aron knew he couldn’t beat him in a footrace with his ribs in their current state. He scanned the floor, his eyes landing on a lighter iron dumbbell near his feet. He snatched it up and, with a grunt of exertion, hurled it with every ounce of strength he had left.

As he followed through with the throw, his side buckled. A sharp, stabbing sensation flared through his torso, feeling as if a shard of bone had pierced even deeper into his lung. He gasped, but the aim was true. The iron weight whistled through the air and clipped the back of Skull’s legs. The impact was enough to upend the man’s balance, sending him tumbling face-first onto the rubber mats.

Aron didn’t wait. He ignored the fire in his side and ran past the struggling Skull, reaching the package just as it hit the floor. He tore it open, his fingers finding familiar grips. The moment his hands closed around them, a sense of calm washed over him. He pulled them out, and with a sharp flick of his wrists, the twin batons extended with a metallic clack. A faint blue electrical pulse crackled at the tips, illuminating the dim gym.

"Crapping hell," Skull spat, pushing himself up off the ground. He stared at the glowing weapons, his shoulders sagging slightly. "You have those things again. This fight is going to hurt... I really should just give up, shouldn’t I?"

He wiped a smear of blood from his eye, his gaze turning grim. "Well, if I were up against anyone else, I probably would. But we both know how this ends. For people like us, there’s only one outcome for the loser: death."

High up in the fortified control room, Vivian watched the feed through a dozen different camera angles. She had been tracking the most troublesome hotspots in the facility, and she knew that while Aron was a superior fighter, Skull was an endurance monster, a "nightmare" that wouldn’t stop until he was physically broken.

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