Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 921

The men burst into the room, but a quick scan revealed only the bound figures of Jedidiah and one subordinate. No one else was there.

The leader immediately lowered his weapon, rushed over to the unconscious Jedidiah, and lifted him up.

"You two, stay here and find Larissa. The rest of us are getting the boss out!"

"Got it."

The leader and his team quickly evacuated Jedidiah and the other subordinate. The remaining pair searched the entire village but found no trace of Larissa. In fact, they couldn't find a single villager anywhere. It was bizarre.

With the clock ticking toward 11:40 PM, they knew they had to fall back to proceed with the next phase of the plan. Reluctantly, they began their retreat.

They hadn't gone far when they heard a noise behind them. As they turned, they felt a sharp sting in their necks before they could even see who was there. Within moments, they were on the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

Larissa's phone was still live, and the audience watched, stunned:

[What just happened? Why did those two thugs suddenly collapse?!]

[I saw it! They were hit by Larissa's needles!]

"Zendar, you can all come up now," Larissa said into the small communicator clipped to her collar.

Shortly after, Zendar, Kimberly, and the rest of the villagers emerged from the cellar.

Zendar surveyed the bodies scattered around the village, his face grim. "I can't believe it. They actually shot all thirteen of the inmates you left as bait. Not a single one survived."

Kimberly's voice was filled with a chilling realization. "It's a good thing you had us keep one of them alive as a witness, Larissa."

As she spoke, two villagers pushed forward a man with his hands and feet bound.

The surviving convict's eyes were wide with terror. The villagers had already told him everything that had just happened. All of his fellow escapees were dead.

The livestream chat was in an uproar:

"Does anyone else feel like the village was too quiet?" one of the retreating armed men asked.

The others agreed that something felt off. They had shot several people on their way in, but for an entire village, the number felt far too low.

By the time they were out of the village, it was 11:50 PM.

"Should we detonate now?"

"Understood."

They watched the seconds tick by on their watches. As the clock struck midnight, each man pressed the detonation button for his assigned section of explosives.