Free Web NovelChapter 204: Chapter 204: Wrath
The Shelby’s tires shrieked in protest as Alexander tore out of the residential complex and flew through the neon-lit streets toward Kingsley Tower. He slammed the brakes, skidding to a halt right at the checkpoint.
The security chief at the gate—the man who had received him on his first visit—recognized the Alexander’s blood-splattered silhouette. Seeing the frantic, wild look in the agent’s eyes, the chief didn’t even check his credentials; he waved him through with a sharp nod while simultaneously reaching for his tactical throat mic.
"All units, stay sharp" the chief muttered into the radio, his eyes tracking Alexander as the young man bolted from the car toward the main glass lobby. "We have a Class-A anomaly inbound. Prepare for immediate lockdown."
Alexander sprinted through the automatic doors, his chest heaving as he lunged toward the security desk. "Contact your boss right now! His daughter... they took her! Victoria was fucking kidnapped!"
The security chief didn’t waste a single microsecond questioning the claim or attempting to verify it. He spun around, shattered a small protective glass casing on the wall behind the desk, and slammed his palm onto a glowing red button.
Within seconds, the entire skyscraper echoed with the wail of a alarm. In less than sixty seconds, the corporate tower transformed into a war zone. Over two hundred armed, elite private soldiers swarmed the lobby from elevators and side corridors. Outside, heavy armored personnel carriers locked down the streets while the thunderous roar of helicopter rotors began to shake the sky above.
The crowd of soldiers parted as Joseph Kingsley strode into the lobby, his presence radiating an aura of power and terrifying pressure. "What the hell happened?"
The security chief didn’t dare speak. He bowed his head his trembling hand extending to point at Alexander, who was collapsed on his knees against a marble pillar catching his breath.
Alexander looked up, his face grim. "Sir... your daughter. They ambushed us at her apartment. They took her."
Joseph lost his goddamn mind. Without a single word, the older man lunged forward, his polished leather shoe striking Alexander across the jaw with the force of a battering ram. The sheer impact exploded Alexander’s lip, sending him spinning across the slick marble floor.
"You were supposed to protect her!" Joseph roared, his face contorted in fury as his tailored suit shifted with his movements. "How the fuck did this happen under your watch?!"
Alexander wiped a thick trail of blood from his shattered mouth, swallowing the raw, burning fury rising in his throat. He forced himself up onto his elbows, his dark eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "They ambushed her inside her own damn home, Joseph! Aren’t you supposed to be the fucking king of security in this city?! Go to hell! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
Alexander had crossed his limit of rationality. Driven by sheer exhaustion, adrenaline, and pride, he launched himself forward from the floor, throwing a brutal, desperate punch at Joseph’s face.
But before the blow could connect, the security chief intercepted him like a flash of lightning. Executing a judo throw, the chief slammed Alexander hard onto his back, pinning his right arm behind his shoulder and slamming a boot over his throat to immobilize him.
The chief assumed the young agent was subdued, but Alexander’s combat instincts were no longer human. Utilizing the forbidden, hyper-optimized biomechanics hammered into his nervous system by the TMC simulation pods, Alexander ignored the pressure on his windpipe.
He planted his free left hand firmly into the marble, dug his trailing foot into the ground, and executed a violent, low-angle hip twist. The sudden, unnatural rotation disrupted the chief’s center of gravity, causing the massive security leader to stumble backward.
Before the chief could recover his stance, Alexander freed his pinned arm, launched himself upward, and delivered a knee strike toward the man’s nose. The chief’s elite reflexes barely allowed him to cross his forearms in a desperate guard.
CRACK!
A sickening fracture echoed through the lobby. The sheer force of Alexander’s knee shattered the chief’s left forearm. The older man staggered back, his face turning pale as he clutched his broken limb.
Instantly, the clicking of two hundred assault rifles filled the room as soldier leveled their barrels directly at Alexander’s head. freēwebnovel.com
Alexander didn’t blink. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the pristine marble floor, glaring at Joseph and the sea of weapons with unyielding contempt.
"Go to hell, all of you" Alexander growled, his voice deathly low. "I’ll go find her myself."
Two dozen soldiers instantly stepped forward, locking their shields and barrels into a wall of solid steel to block the lobby exit.
"Get the fuck out of my way!" Alexander roared, his voice bouncing off the high ceilings. "Are you blind?! Every second we waste here, she could be dying! Move!"
"For all we know, you could be a mole or an spy" said the second-in-command officer, his eyes locked onto Alexander without a single blink. "You aren’t going anywhere. You’re going to cooperate with our interrogation right now."
Alexander didn’t show a single hint of fear. His hands dropped slightly, his weight shifting back onto his heels as his eyes grew cold. He was already mapping the room, pinpointing throat strikes and weapon-strips, entirely prepared to unleash a bloodbath inside the lobby.
"Stand down! No one move a single muscle!" Joseph’s booming voice suddenly shattered the tension, echoing across the ranks.
The soldiers instantly froze, keeping their weapons aimed but halting their advance. Joseph strode through the frontline, his expression shifting from blind fury to a cold composure. He looked at the shattered forearm of his security chief, then back to Alexander’s bleeding face.
"Lower your weapons" said Joseph, gesturing to his men. "Everything is fine. Lower them now."
The wall of rifles dropped in perfect unison. Josephtook a slow breath, stepping closer to Alexander with an expression that looked almost like an apology. "Let’s everyone just take a breath and calm down. We can still handle this rationally. Alexander... sit tight and tell me exactly what happened from the beginning." freewёbnoνel.com
Alexander wanted to tell the old man to go straight to hell and paint the floor with his guards, but his cold, survival rationality finally won the battle inside his head. He closed his mouth, swallowing the bitter taste of blood. The truth was, he didn’t have a single solid lead; if he walked out those doors empty-handed and alone, he wouldn’t even know which corner of the city to start tearing apart.
