From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 743

Chapter 743: The Strong Bloodline

Of course, Blark knew they were going up against a massive syndicate, and the original strategy had been put in place to neutralize the entire gang using every operative involved. If things got out of hand, they were simply going to use the hostages to force the opposing side into a complete standstill.

So in a way, Blark had anticipated that the Billion Bloodline group would make a move—though he assumed they would have deployed their main force to reinforce their leader, Max. The gang was certainly large enough to be split into two separate strike teams, but one wrong move or bad timing on their part would have alerted his perimeter sentries.

As for the Rangers, their timing against the Black Hand had been flawless, leaving all of his high-ranking operatives occupied or incapacitated. The syndicate could only pulled off this ambush because of their sheer numbers. There was no doubt that if the main Bloodline force had shown up at the docks to assist Max instead, Blark would have used the captive students against him on the spot, forcing Max to fight completely isolated.

"Although the situation here is under control, I thought that if Max could just progress far enough to reach the others on the ship, the rest of the Bloodline group could reinforce him there," Wolf mumbled, his voice raspy as blood dripped from his lip. "But if they’re all here, they can’t help him on the docks. So that leaves us with only one choice: we take out all of these guys here as fast as possible, and then go reinforce Max. I know he wants to save everyone, but at the end of the day, our primary job is to protect Max." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Despite the sudden shift in momentum, Commander Blark didn’t falter. He slowly spread his arms, dropping into a wide combat stance.

"I’m getting way too old for this," Blark muttered, a harsh chuckle escaping his throat. "I guess this is going to be my final assignment after all... How many of you can I take out on my own? Well, I could plow through an endless wave of fodder as long as they’re not elite. You’re just a bunch of crooks, and most of you don’t even look old enough to drink."

"Get to Wolf! He needs medical attention fast!" Rick barked, pointing toward the treeline.

Rick could tell that in Wolf’s condition, he needed to be rushed to a hospital immediately. The surrounding gang members, who had been waiting for a direct order, instantly surged forward. A frontline fighter threw a straight punch, but Blark caught the man by the wrist mid-strike, spun his torso, and hoisted the young man into the air before slamming him violently onto the stone floor. He followed up instantly with a short, brutal right cross to another fighter’s jaw, knocking him out cold on the spot.

However, a third gang member managed to shoot in low, tackling Blark around the waist and driving him back a few paces. Blark brought his knee up sharply, driving it straight into the fighter’s face to break the hold and send him crashing down. He went to throw a sweeping roundhouse at another approaching gang member, but the young man managed to bring both forearms up in a reinforced guard to absorb the blow.

The kick carried immense power, forcing the fighter to flinch and drop his stance slightly, but unlike the previous targets, he wasn’t knocked out cold.

A metal bat came swinging toward Blark’s head from his blind spot. Ducking just in time to feel the wind pass over his hair, Blark was forced to take a swift step back to reset his spacing.

These kids are sharp, Blark realized, his eyes narrowing as he re-evaluated the crowd. They’re young, but they actually have real street experience, and their high-level fighters know how to absorb a hit.

There’s my ticket out of here, Blark thought, locking his eyes on Wolf. If I capture the injured one, I can use him as a human shield to escape!

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