Ten minutes earlier, Four and her crewy hidden within the thick jungle foliage, eyes trained on a secluded vi deep in the shadows.


    Armored guards paced the grounds, their movements tense and vignt.


    "This ce was always deserted," Four whispered sharply.


    "Looks like Hugh Jones has finally decided to use it. Jasmine might be in there too."


    She signaled briskly with her hand, and two team members swiftly vanished into the dense brush.


    Minutester, one returned, dragging a frightened captive along by the cor.


    "Speak up!" Four demanded, eyes zing with intensity


    "Is Hugh Jones inside? What about Jasmine Kingston?"


    The captive trembled, his voice barely a rasp. "Hugh''s there... with a woman."


    "How many inside?" she pressed.


    "About twenty-five," the man stammered, panic evident in his face.


    Another team member stepped closer. "I counted roughly ten outside. Probably fifteen more inside."


    Four grinned, sharp and fearless. "There''s ten of us. Each one can handle four of them-this''ll be quick. We go in, take out Hugh Jones if we have to, rescue the governor, and get out."


    Her team nodded, a few ncing at Alex.


    "Don''t worry about him." She nodded toward Alex. "He''s practically a ghost."


    Alex raised a cautious hand, trying to convey the severity of the enemy''s threat, but Four silenced him sharply.


    "Remember the three monkeys? That''s you see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing. Got it, monkey?"


    Alex shrugged quietly, backing down.


    Four shed a triumphant smirk.


    She was determined to prove the strength and superiority of Chicago''s finest, and with a decisive wave, she led her team into the assault.


    Two guards stood near the gate, engrossed in casual conversation. Suddenly, one guard froze mid-sentence.


    "Bruce? Hey, Bruce, you hearing me?" The second guard nudged his friend''s shoulder.


    Bruce''s body tilted lifelessly, copsing onto the jungle floor like a felled tree.


    "Jesus Christ!" The second guard recoiled in shock, stumbling backward, eyes wide. "He''s dead-he''s fucking dead!"


    He barely finished his sentence before a soft whistle pierced the air, a silenced bullet striking him neatly between the eyes.


    He crumpled silently, his final expression a mask of horrified surprise.


    "Ambush! We''re under attack!" The cries of rm rang out, fighters drawing weapons and scanning the dense foliage wildly.


    "Come out and fight, you cowards!"


    Four emerged confidently, stepping forward alone into their view. Her presence was electrifying, daring the enemy to engage.


    "Get her!" the enemy roared, charging forward furiously.


    But in an instant, Four''s elite squad exploded from the shadows behind her,


    knives gleaming in one hand, pistols zing in the other.


    Though outnumbered, their movements were precise, deadly, unstoppable.


    They crashed through Hugh Jones''s forces with ruthless efficiency.


    These weren''t ordinary fighters; they were Kingswell''s elite, handpicked from the harshest trials, soldiers born to clear obstacles and eliminate threats.


    Four watched proudly, her voice echoing coldly, "You see that, Alex? This is what Chicago''s best look like."


    She shot Alex an icy nce. "Stay put. I don''t need your interference messing things up. Got it?"


    Alex remainedposed but firm. "They have elite fighters inside. Your team might not survive "


    Four scoffed, cutting him off sharply. "Don''t fool yourself, Vancouver monkey. You''re nothingpared to us. Just stay out of my way, or you''ll regret it."


    With that final cutting remark, she stormed into the fray, determined and fearless, leaving Alex behind in the chilling shadows.


    ***


    Hugh Jones loungedfortably in his luxurious room, eyes glinting cruelly as Jasmine reluctantly poured his drink.


    His eyes tracked every movement of hers with predatory amusement.


    "So, your hero''s finally on his way, huh?" Hugh sneered, gripping Jasmine''s chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze.


    "When I get my hands on him, I''ll tie him down and make him watch while we are making love. Doesn''t that sound delightful?"


    Jasmine''s eyes sparkled defiantly, and she spat back, "You''ll be six feet under before that happens."


    Hughughed darkly, genuinely amused by her fiery spirit.


    "Me? Dead? That''s adorable."


    His attention shifted briefly to the surveince monitors, showing the outside perimeter clearly.


    He spoke into hism device with smug satisfaction. "Four Kings, enough messing around. Time to bury those fools."


    v


    In another room, four enormous men sat at avish table cluttered with poker chips and whiskey bottles. Casually, one of them cracked his knuckles and stood.


    "Let''s wrap this up quick and get back to our game."


    "Fine by me," another growled.


    Minutester, chaos erupted outside the vi.


    Hugh''s fighters dropped swiftly, their bodies strewn like discarded rag dolls, yet the Four team barely broke a sweat, suffering only minop


    injuries.


    But victory celebrations were premature.


    Four ominous figures suddenly burst from the vi''s shadows, striking with


    ruthless speed.


    Three of Kingwell''s soldiers flew backward from the violent collision, crumpling in agony.


    One of the assants, a bald man with a twisted leer, targeted Four immediately. His voice dripped with lustful menace.


    "Come here, sweetheart. I need a taste." His movements were like a blur, an unsettling shadow flickering between visibility and nothingness.


    Four roared defiantly, raising her gun, aiming precisely at his head.


    "Go to hell!" she screamed, emptying the clip.


    But the bald attacker weaved effortlessly, bullets slicing through empty air.


    With desperate fury, she tossed the empty weapon aside and drew her twin des, lunging viciously.


    Yet, at the moment of impact, he vanishedpletely.


    "Looking for someone?" a taunting whisper hissed in her ear.


    Four twisted sharply, driving her de backward. But her attack met nothingness


    again.


    The bald man seized her vulnerability, grasping her body forcefully, fingers digging painfully into her chest.


    “So soft... such a tempting little prize,” he mocked obscenely, relishing every moment of humiliation.


    Pure rage ignited within Four, her dignity fueling a violent retaliation. "You filthy animal! You''ll pay with your life!"


    Her des whirled fiercely, an incandescent storm of steel.


    But he dodged with infuriating ease, weaving through her lethal attacks, his mocking smile never fading.


    Breathing hard, her guard momentarily slipped.


    The bald man seized his chance, capturing her from behind. His tongue traced


    her cheek, vile and possessive, his breath hot on her skin.


    "You taste even sweeter than I imagined," he whispered obscenely, savoring her disgust.


    Four, eyes zing with fury and shame, tried a desperate maneuver, plunging her own de toward her abdomen, intending to wound them both.


    But he anticipated her every move, swiftly pressing her pressure point, numbing her limbs instantly.


    Four copsed, helpless, her weapon ttering to the ground.


    She watched in horror as the three other monsters tore through her entire team— helpless to stop it, powerless to do anything.


    Struggling to breathe through her shock and anger, she demanded weakly, "Who... who are you?"


    The bald man smirked cruelly, ripping her clothes with arrogant delight, his tongue


    invading her face.


    "I''m your loyer now, sweetheart.


    Don''t worry, you''ll enjoy every


    second Four rounds, ten rounds-fainted or not-I''ll keep going. Folks call me the sex machine."