Wolfless? No! Call Me Alpha Commander! novel Chapter 481

Chapter 481 That’s a Wrap

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But the moment they raised their guns, before their fingers could even squeeze the triggers…

A red dot swept across. One man dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, hitting the ground with a heavy

thud.

The sudden death left the second man frozen for half a second, but that fraction of a heartbeat was all it took. Another piercing shot rang out, punching a clean ole through his forehead. He crumpled instantly.

Only then did the thief syndicate realize what had happened-they’d been sniped.

Two men. One hit dead center between the eyes. The other through the temple. Both were killed with a single round.

There was a sniper out there. And they hadn’t sensed a thing.

Greywolf’s people went on high alert just as fast.

Lance knew immediately who had pulled the trigger-no one besides the little girl who was always glued to Thora’s side had that kind of long-range precision. Greywolf had snipers of their own, but they were rarely deployed and would never have opened fire in a situation like this.

Far away, Shirley had a lollipop clamped between her teeth, one eye pressed to the scope of her rifle. She casually drifted the red dot over to Thora and let it dance across her for a brief second-her way of saying

hello.

Thora hadn’t moved an inch from her original position The corner of her lips lifted ever so slightly. “I’m just here to watch. Carry on.”

She meant it. She was only here to observe, not to get involved. But now that she was here, she wasn’t about to leave halfway through.

Her stance was crystal clear-no participation, no interference. And the sniper who had just spoken with bullets was obviously one of hers.

The thief syndicate didn’t dare to make another careless move. No one knew where the next round would come from.

Especially now. If they made an enemy of Thora on top of everything else, they’d be fighting on two fronts -and they were already struggling to hold their own against Greywolf. Walking away in one piece was far from guaranteed.

So they made the smart call and abandoned any plans to deal with the so-called “spectator,” turning their full attention to Greywolf.

Both Frost and Sierra knew that Thora always had a world-class sniper at her side.

And unlike Frost, Sierra had absolutely no desire to make an enemy of Thora.

She didn’t want Frost picking a fight with Thora either.

Lance looked toward Thora with a faint smile, his lips moving without making a sound.

But Thora read every word from his lips. “Since you’re my audience, let me give you a show worth watching.”

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With that, he raised one hand and flashed Thora another smile. The instant that hand came down, it became a command.

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Every member of Greywolf exploded into motion without a second’s warning. Both sides opened fire simultaneously.

Lance stood at the center of the battlefield like a conductor, orchestrating this grand and bloody performance with effortless composure.

The roar of guns and the thunder of explosions echoed relentlessly across the open ground outside the factory as the two forces-thieves and mercenaries-clashed with escalating ferocity.

As for the Hawthornes’ people, they’d long since cowered inside the factory, too terrified to breathe, let

alone move.

Thora had started out as nothing more than a pure spectator, but gradually, something shifted in her expression.

Her gaze gravitated toward Lance without her even realizing it-not because she was deliberately watching him, but because he was simply impossible to look away from.

Beyond that, the movements of every single Greywolf operative, every action and reaction, were like notes on a score. Strung together, they formed a complete and flawless symphony.

Thora couldn’t quite put it into words, but watching Lance command and his people move in seamless unison, only one word surfaced in her mind-magnificent.

A display of battlefield command so magnificent it bordered on art.

The feeling set her blood on fire, stirring something restless and primal inside her.

She had never witnessed combat like this before, yet Lace had delivered exactly what he promised-a grand, bloody performance. And she was his only audience.

Before long, both sides had burned through their ammunition.

Firearms were abandoned as wolf power surged through their bodies. Cold weapons replaced firearms, and the fight collapsed into vicious close-quarters combat.

The thief syndicate fought the way they always did-swarming in waves, relying on sheer, overwhelming violence to crush their opponents.

Their goal was singular and simple-slaughter.

Greywolf’s mercenaries, on the other hand, operated under a disciplined combat framework. Ev member had a defined role and seamless coordination. When to push, when to hold-everything like clockwork.

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