Wolfless? No! Call Me Alpha Commander! novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479 Rats in the Sewer

The moment the truck rolled into the factory, people immediately moved in to receive it.

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Sure enough, the factory was crawling with armed personnel. From the look of things, their sole purpose was to guard this place.

The four men from the cab jumped down and began their handoff with the welcoming party.

The two sides were speaking in low voices, but before the conversation could even finish, a single gunshot ripped through the silence. Bang!

The man who’d stepped forward to talk took a bullet clean through the skull and dropped dead on the spot.

Every armed guard in the factory snapped to attention instantly, raising their weapons, eyes sweeping the darkness.

“What the hell!”

In the distance, Frost raised his hand in a mock gun gesture and let out a cold hiss. “Bang!” His smile was chilling enough to make your skin crawl. He lowered his hand and playfully blew on his thumb like it was a smoking barrel.

Sierra leaned against a wall nearby, silent as stone, with both hands already gripping her twin daggers, her expression locked in combat-ready focus.

Mace Stooky, standing beside Frost, shot him a cold sideways glance-clearly displeased with his decision to act without orders.

Frost didn’t spare Mace’s look a second thought. He simply raised his hand and waved it forward.

Black-clad operatives who had been lying in wait surged out from the shadows all at once. Every one of them was masked and dressed head to toe in black, with only their ice-cold eyes visible, and they advanced on the factory with overwhelming firepower.

The staccato roar of machine guns and the thunderous blasts of rocket launchers wove together, turning the factory into an inferno in a matter of seconds..

The Hawthornes’ armed forces fought back hard, using the factory’s layout for cover and returning fire without hesitation.

But the attackers weren’t just aggressive-they were savage, reckless, and utterly merciless. That particu brand of brutality triggered an instant association in the Hawthornes’ minds-the notorious thief synd on Chaules, the Mirage Corsairs.

Panic spread like wildfire. A cold dread sank into their guts. Had they really crossed paths with the Mirag Corsairs? And with every passing second, the attackers’ methods confirmed their worst fears.

Mace, Frost, and Sierra stood at a distance, watching the carnage unfold with faces as blank as marble. Not a flicker of emotion.

Finally, Mace raised his hand and waved. The black-clad fighters eased off their assault.

The Hawthornes’ forces had been torn apart. No one dared so much as twitch.

After the ambush, their casualties were devastating. Only a handful remained standing, and against the

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Mirage Corsairs’ overwhelming firepower, resistance was futile. They knew better than anyone-once you were up against the Mirage Corsairs, there was only one outcome.

After a moment, the highest-ranking survivor inside the factory stepped out slowly, hands raised, and called out, “Whatever you want, it’s yours! Just stop the attack!

Mace let out a cold laugh and turned to Frost. “You feel like stopping?”

A bloodthirsty hunger churned behind Frost’s eyes, his voice frigid. “Not a chance.”

Sierra frowned and glanced at Frost but ultimately said nothing.

“The cargo, we’re taking. And you? You’re all dying.” The words had barely left Mace’s mouth before he raised his submachine gun and unloaded a full burst into the man. He didn’t even have time to flinch before he crumpled into a pool of blood, lifeless.

Inside the cargo hold, Thora had watched everything unfold with complete indifference.

Turf wars between rival factions were business as usual in the Golden Triad. She’d never been the type to stick her nose in other people’s business, and she never would be.

But if the people out there were from the thief syndicate, that changed everything—this was something she had to deal with.

Thora’s fingertips brushed the bracelet on her wrist. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a silver handgun, settling firmly into her grip.

She was about to push the door open and step out when her feet froze mid-stride.

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Her gaze sharpened, and a single thought flashed through her mind-he’s here.

“Rats that live in the sewers really can’t help themselves, can they? Always scurrying where they don’t belong.”

A voice, cold as a blade dragged across ice, cut through the roar of the flames.

Every person on the scene whipped around to look. Behind the factory stood a row of figures.

The darkness was too thick to make out their faces, but every single one of them radiated an aura of iron- forged lethality.

And behind them, two perfectly aligned columns of soldiers in irregular camouflage stood at attention- there was no question about it. These were mercenaries,

The man standing at the center was flanked on all sides, yet he towered above them all in presence alone. He carried the isolation of a king and the cutting edge of a general. He was, without a doubt, the heart and soul of this unit.

The instant Frost laid eyes on him, the color drained from his face. Sierra’s expression grew heavier by the second.

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