From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 742

Chapter 742: A Rescue

Aaron stretched out his arms with both batons held loosely by his sides, his fierce gaze locked onto Monk standing before him.

Although Aaron desperately wanted to intervene and help the rest of his squad, it was glaringly obvious that the single best way he could protect everyone was by giving his absolute, undivided attention to the monster in front of him.

Multiple heavy thoughts raced through Aaron’s mind in that split second. His primary anxiety was a lingering question: was he actually strong enough to face Monk and win?

He hadn’t been lying when he said he had maintained his rigorous daily training. He had pushed his body every day to protect Max, preparing for the inevitable moment the Black Hand would come to erase him. The last thing Aaron ever wanted was to become a burden to the family that had rescued him from the darkness. But would that preparation be enough?

The Black Hand was a hyper-competitive meat grinder. Its operatives were constantly pitted against one another, all striving to become deadlier, regularly deploying on harrowing assassinations—each contract more dangerous than the last based on their rank. Aaron, on the other hand, had only recently returned to facing high-level threats that pushed him beyond his baseline skillset.

Musicians don’t improve by simply rehearsing piece after piece they’ve already mastered; they grow by attempting what they don’t yet know, exploring unfamiliar techniques, and playing compositions far beyond their current capabilities. Combat was no different.

That realization was a major source of doubt, but at the end of the day, Aaron shook his head, clearing his mind of hesitation. The man standing in front of him possessed enough power to slaughter everyone on the grounds, especially in their current battered state. The rest of the Rangers had managed to win their respective duels, so Aaron had to step up and win his as well.

If he couldn’t stop this man, nobody else here could.

"You are a direct threat to my boss’s plans, so I will take you down right here, right now!" Aaron declared, kicking off the floorboards as he charged directly at Monk.

Off to the side, Commander Blark had been momentarily distracted, captivated by the high-stakes clash between the current and former Rank Ones. Even he was genuinely curious to see who would prevail between the two legends. Regardless of the outcome, it was bound to be a brutal fight, and Blark reasoned he could easily finish off whoever survived once the dust settled.

Looking down at the ground, Blark could see that the orange-haired ranger named Wolf was already clinging to life on his own. Yet, given how many unpredictable turns this operation had taken, Blark decided it was best to personally ensure the variable was eliminated.

He walked over, dropped to one knee, and positioned his thick hands around Wolf’s neck.

"It’s essential to eliminate loose ends, and you were sharp enough to try and take a shot at me," Blark remarked, tightening his grip around the young man’s windpipe.

Wolf possessed virtually no remaining physical strength to fight back, and none of the other Rangers were in any condition to rush to his aid. As his throat was crushed, Wolf struggled to draw air into his lungs. His vision rapidly narrowed into darkness, and a bright white light began to shimmer at the edges of his consciousness.

Damn it... in my final moments, I can’t even decide whether I should have spent more money on my gacha games or done something actually useful with my cash, Wolf thought bitterly.

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