Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 241

CHAPTER 171 PART 2

Miguel Abbott’s convoy moved through Five-River Province’s nighttime streets with practiced efficiency. Three black SUVS traveling in formation-one lead vehicle, one containing Miguel and Marcus, one trailing for rear security.

Inside the middle vehicle, Miguel finally allowed himself to relax slightly, removing the fake explosive vest and setting it carefully aside.

“That,” Miguel said with genuine admiration, “was the most masterful display of psychological warfare I’ve ever witnessed. You turned their alliance against itself, redirected Potter’s rage toward the Lancasters, and walked out without firing a single shot.”

“The explosives helped,” Marcus observed.

“Fake explosives,” Miguel corrected with a smile. “Theatrical props that wouldn’t actually harm anyone. But they didn’t know that. Fear made them see what we wanted them to see.”

“Fear is the most reliable weapon,” Marcus agreed. “More effective than guns or money or political connections. Make people afraid enough, and they’ll destroy themselves trying to escape.”

“So what’s next?” Miguel asked. “Potter will be occupied interrogating the Lancasters for at least a day. The other magnates scattered like frightened rabbits. Do we press the advantage? Strike while they’re disorganized?”

“No,” Marcus said thoughtfully. “We watch. We wait. Let them make the next move. The Dragon King doesn’t chase prey-he lets prey exhaust themselves before delivering the final blow.”

Miguel nodded, understanding the strategy. “Patience over aggression. Wisdom over-”

The SUV’s brakes screamed.

Marcus’s dragon senses had already detected the obstacle before the driver reacted-a massive concrete support pillar lying across the road ahead, completely blocking their path. The convoy screeched to a halt, tires smoking, barely avoiding collision.

“What the hell?” Miguel’s lead bodyguard-a veteran named Grant-immediately drew his weapon and scanned the surroundings.

They’d entered the old city district-a ghost town of abandoned red brick buildings scheduled for demolition but never completed. The area was supposed to be deserted, used only as a shortcut to Pearl on the Water Hotel.

“That pillar didn’t fall naturally,” Grant observed, his tactical training immediately recognizing the setup. “Look at the base–it was cut. Deliberately positioned to block this exact route.”

Marcus’s dragon eyes swept the darkness beyond their headlights. Broken windows stared down from five-story buildings like empty eye sockets. Shadows moved in ways that suggested more than wind and imagination.

“It’s an ambush,” Marcus said quietly. “Everyone stay in the vehicles.”

“We need to clear the obstruction,” Grant replied. “Can’t go forward, can’t reverse with buildings this close on both sides. We’re sitting ducks if—”

A sound-barely audible, like a whisper of displaced air-preceded Grant’s death.

The dart embedded itself in his forehead with surgical precision. He was dead before his body hit the ground, eyes still open in surprise.

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“AMBUSH!” one of the other bodyguards screamed, diving for cover. “Shadow Warriors! Hidden positions! Front and rear!”

The remaining security personnel immediately formed a protective barrier around the vehicle containing Miguel and Marcus, weapons drawn, scanning for targets in the darkness.

Another dart flew from the shadows. A second bodyguard dropped, the projectile buried in his throat.

“Two shooters minimum!” someone yelled. “One forward position, one rear! They’ve got us boxed!”

Miguel’s face had gone pale. “Marcus, stay in the car! We can handle-”

But Marcus was already moving.

He burst from the vehicle with dragon-enhanced speed, his body becoming a blur of motion that made targeting im Three darts flew toward him from different angles-professional shots that should have connected.

ssed.

s supernatural reflexes and dragon-granted awareness allowed him to track projectiles most people

‘t even see. He dodged left, right, dropped into a roll, came up running-twenty meters covered in seconds.

s dragon senses locked onto the first Shadow Warrior’s position. Fifth floor. Northeast corner window. Range approximately forty meters.

Marcus’s hand moved to the knife concealed at his belt. Not a standard blade-this was a throwing knife balanced specifically for his dragon-enhanced strength. He’d never miss at this range.

The knife left his hand with force that made it whistle through the air. It covered forty meters in less than a second, dragon power propelling it with enough velocity to punch through body armor.

The Shadow Warrior never saw it coming. The blade entered his forehead between the eyes, embedding itself three inches deep in his skull. He was dead before he could process the attack.

But Marcus didn’t stop to confirm the kill. He was already charging toward the building entrance, his dragon power surging, every sense heightened to combat levels.

Fourth floor. Another Shade

stairwell.

g from cover, long knife in hand, clearly planning an ambush at the

ad, missing by inches. Before the assassin could recover, Marcus’s fist drove on-enhanced force. The impact folded the man in half, ribs cracking, internal ollapsed, gasping, dying.

the fallen knife and reversed it in a single motion, driving it down through the Shadow Warrior’s the body went still.

Two down.

Marcus’s dragon senses detected movement outside-Miguel’s remaining bodyguards advancing on the rear position where the second shooter had been. Good. They could handle that one.

But there was a third presence. Fifth floor. Western side. Already repositioning, trying to get a clear shot at Marcus through the windows.

A dart flew past Marcus’s ear, so close he felt the displacement of air.

Dragon senses locked on. Northeast window. Fifty meters.

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