The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 64

**Chapter 64: One Shot, Total Silence**

As Thora concluded her urgent words, a sense of determination washed over her. Without a moment’s hesitation, she pivoted away from the group and plunged into the task at hand, her fingers deftly working to dismantle the bomb that lay embedded within its confines. The tension in the air was palpable, each tick of the device echoing like a countdown in her mind.

Meanwhile, Shirley stood rooted to the spot, her expression a mixture of shock and dawning realization. Then, unexpectedly, a smile crept onto her lips, but it was not the kind that radiated warmth. Instead, it bore a sinister undertone, a reflection of the chaos that was about to unfold.

High above, at the apex of Astralis College’s imposing tower, a young man clad in the academy’s uniform made a daring leap, descending effortlessly to the ground below.

“Boss,” he greeted, his tone casual yet laced with urgency.

Alissa and Sharkie, both outfitted in camouflage combat gear that blended seamlessly with the shadows, echoed his call in unison, their voices tinged with anticipation.

Lance, the leader of this chaotic endeavor, tore away the fake skin mask that clung to his face, discarding it like a useless remnant of his former self. He swiftly removed the black contact lenses that obscured his eyes, revealing a gaze filled with cold calculation. With a sudden, forceful motion, he ripped open his shirt, unveiling the full military combat gear that lay beneath. His knee-high combat boots struck the ground with a resounding thud, sending a shiver of intimidation through those who dared to look upon him.

He surveyed the scene below, where students were frantically organizing evacuations, their movements chaotic and desperate. A frown creased his brow as he narrowed his eyes. “Someone’s orchestrating their actions,” he muttered, a hint of disbelief creeping into his voice.

Alissa stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the unfolding chaos below. “It appears to be a male student,” she observed, her brow furrowing in concern.

“They’ve managed to dodge every single location where we planted our bombs. You expect me to believe that’s mere coincidence?” Lance’s voice dripped with icy skepticism.

Alissa’s frown deepened. “It’s impossible. How could they possibly know where we placed them?” Her mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle.

In a moment of desperation, Alissa retrieved the remote control from her pocket and pressed a button, her heart pounding in her chest. But instead of the anticipated explosion, the only sound that followed was the silence of disappointment. The bomb she had triggered detonated in the electrical room, sending shockwaves of confusion through their ranks.

The expressions on their faces morphed into a mix of horror and disbelief.

“Boss, I’m heading out with a couple of mercenaries to investigate this right now!” Alissa declared, her voice firm as she turned on her heel and dashed away, two mercenaries trailing closely behind.

Sharkie, observing the crowd below, raised his hand and began to signal, his gestures sharp and precise. The mercenaries lurking in the shadows sprang into action, their weapons drawn, and fired several shots into the throng of students.

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