?Chapter 589: However, what followed was the sight of two subordinates hitting the ground, lifeless.


    Fuck! Cormac! Chambein shouted in frustration.


    Get over here right now and secure the area! The helicopter ascended further, raising Chambein above the chaos.


    Shrouded by thick smoke, his vision was nearly useless, making it all the more difficult to discern whaty below.


    He could just barely spot a few shapes emerging from the shadows.


    By this time, Chambein had already risen high into the sky.


    The path appeared unobstructed until a silhouette suddenly materialized.


    Chambein assumed the grenades had obliterated Harlee and her group, leaving no obstacles to hinder his retreat.


    A self-satisfied smirk spread across his face, but in an instant, the grin froze.


    From the branches of a towering tree, a figureunched forward, and a sharp de gleamed inches from his face.


    ncing upward, Chambein became acutely aware that the rope holding him aloft was on the verge of snapping.


    He yelled in desperation at the helicopter crew, Faster! Pull me up! More sharp edges streaked perilously close to him.


    Ah! Chambeins piercing scream echoed through the air as the rope tore apart.


    He frantically reached for the upper section with his prosthetic arm.


    Though he managed to grasp it momentarily, his weakened grip failed, and he plummeted, his limbs iling as the ground rushed toward him.


    Stories live now on galnσ??????????????????o???? Perched calmly on the tree, Harlee watched with satisfaction, appreciating the scene she had orchestrated.


    She had done it on purpose, crushing Chambeinsst glimmer of hope just as he was about to escape.


    Targeting the rope instead of Chambein was an intentional move.


    Her purpose was clear: to strip away every ounce of his hope and cast him into the depths of utter despair.


    Still, Harlee knew this wouldnt be the end of Chambein.


    She understood all too well that the true horror of this twisted organizationy in its capacity to manipte and control minds, relentlessly producing new waves of loyal, expendable recruits.


    Harlee descended with effortless precision,nding softly as Tonya and Ritchie had already neutralized the majority of their opponents.


    As expected, the instant Chambein fell, a cluster of bodies gathered beneath him to cushion the fall, sparing him greater harm.


    Consequently, despite losing his prosthetic and fracturing his right foot, Chambein managed to survive the ordeal.


    A fierce hatred burned in Chambeins eyes.


    Gritting his teeth through the searing pain, he bellowed, Everyone, form a defensive circle, back to back! Shoot anyone whoes near without hesitation! Cormac, take charge of ground operations and coordinate with our helicopter teams.


    Ill have the fighter jets strike from above.


    Today, I want that woman dead! Everyone, listen carefully! Whoever kills that woman, regardless of the oue of todays battle, will be rewarded with a hundred million.


    If you fall, Ill make sure your family will receive the money! With this promise, his already resolute subordinates became even more emboldened.


    Though death loomed near, the immense reward spurred them forward.


    Weapons were raised, and guns were trained on their targets.


    The group of about a dozen warriors, though not vast in number, was enough to establish two concentric circles.


    The outer line rained automatic fire toward advancing foes, while the inner circle picked off distant threats with sniper rifles.


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