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The Brutal Revenge Chapter 46: The Illusion of Victory
The gunshot cracked through the night.Jones twisted just in time. The bullet grazed his ear instead of blowing his head off. Pain flared, sharp and searing, but he moved fast. His elbow slammed into Clinton’s ribs, forcing him to stumble back.Gunfire still roared around them. The half-built construction site was a battlefield of chaos—screams, bullets, the clash of steel against steel.Clinton recovered fast, raising his pistol again. Jones didn't give him the chance. He lunged, gripping Clinton’s wrist, forcing the gun upward as another shot fired wildly into the sky.Clinton snarled, eyes burning. “You’re persistent.”Jones gritted his teeth, muscles straining against Clinton’s strength. “And you’re done running.”He twisted, slamming Clinton’s hand into a nearby steel beam. The gun clattered to the ground.Clinton didn't hesitate. He drove a knee into Jones' stomach, then followed up with a ruthless punch to his jaw. Jones stumbled back, vision blurring for half a second. It was
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 47: The Art of Deception
Clinton leaned back against the cold concrete wall of his underground hideout, his fingers pressing against the wound on his arm. Blood oozed between his fingers, but the pain barely registered. His mind was already calculating, shifting the pieces of the game.Blackwood College wasn't lost.Not yet.He had expected Jones to come at him hard. Expected his empire to crumble under the weight of that final battle. But what Jones didn’t know—what none of them knew—was that Clinton never played a game he wasn’t ready to lose.Because a man who prepared for defeat?Could never truly be beaten.His remaining men stood in front of him, some wounded, some exhausted, but all loyal. They had watched their forces fall, their strongholds burn. But in their eyes, he still saw belief.Belief that he would turn this around.Clinton’s lips curved into a slow smirk as he stepped forward.“Listen up,” he said, voice sharp as steel. “Jones and his crew think they’ve won. They think Blackwood belongs to t
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 48: The Fall That Wasn't
The explosion tore through the east wing of Blackwood College, shaking the very foundation of the battlefield. Smoke and fire erupted, swallowing the air with an acrid stench. Shattered glass and burning wood rained down like a storm, obscuring the chaos unfolding beneath it.Through the thick haze, Jones surged forward, his crew right behind him, weapons drawn, their determination set in stone.This was it.The final battle.And he was ready to end Clinton for good.On the other side of the field, Clinton stood tall despite the destruction around him. His forces, battered and bleeding, formed a tight line behind him, outnumbered and overwhelmed. The weight of war clung to them, their muscles stiff from exhaustion. Yet, in Clinton’s eyes, there was no fear.No regret.Just a glint of something Jones couldn’t place.Something that made his gut tighten.Jones took a step forward, his voice cutting through the smoke.“You should’ve stayed gone, Clinton.”Clinton dusted off his shoulders
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 49: The Silent Conspiracy
Jones stood in the ruined halls of Blackwood College, staring at the blank screen where Clinton had just taunted him. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and gunpowder. His grip on his gun tightened.He had won.Hadn’t he?His crew was securing the college, sweeping every corridor, making sure Clinton’s forces had either surrendered or were eliminated. But something didn’t sit right.Clinton had been smiling.Not the smile of a man who had lost.The smile of a man who had already won.Jones exhaled, forcing his shoulders to relax. He had to be overthinking it. Clinton was beaten. His people were scattered. Blackwood belonged to him now.Then why did it feel like he was standing in a minefield, waiting for the next explosion?Leo’s voice crackled through the radio.“Boss, east wing secured. No sign of Clinton.”“Keep looking,” Jones ordered. “Lock everything down. If he’s hiding, I want him found.”He clipped the radio back onto his belt and turned toward the main hall.That was
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 50: The Silent Takeover
Jones paced the ruined halls of Blackwood College, his mind a battlefield of unanswered questions. The weight of recent disappearances pressed against his chest like a vice. Derrick was gone. Leo was gone. Dre had returned, but he might as well have been a ghost, lost in a haze of missing time and fear.The silence was heavier than the gunfire that had once ripped through these halls. It wasn’t the silence of peace. It was the silence before something unspeakable.Lexi stood at the far end of the hall, her arms crossed, eyes sharp with worry. “Boss, this isn’t a coincidence,” she said, voice low.Jones nodded. “I know.”But knowing wasn’t enough.Clinton was still playing the game. The problem was—Jones didn’t know what the game was.And that terrified him.Clinton stood in the underground surveillance chamber, his fingers gliding over a rusted keyboard. The glow from the monitors illuminated his smirk as he watched Jones through flickering screens.The fool still thought he was in co
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 51: The Unforgiven
A war wasn’t coming. It was already here. Jones barely had time to react before Clinton’s manipulated men lunged. The flickering lights of the underground chamber cast eerie shadows as chaos exploded in every direction. Jones dodged, rolling across the cold concrete as a fist nearly smashed into his skull. Leo tackled one of the turned men, his growl of rage echoing through the chamber. Derrick, still dazed from being restrained, barely managed to duck as a blade slashed where his ribs had been a second earlier. Clinton? Clinton just stood there, smirking. Jones gritted his teeth. This was entertainment to him. A final show before the real battle even began. Dre moved fast, his hesitation from before completely gone. He fought with brutal efficiency, his strikes methodical and lethal. He slammed one of Clinton’s men into the wall with a well-placed elbow, the crack of bone audible even over the chaos. But Jones wasn’t fooled. Dre had been turned once. He could be turn
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 52: Master of the Game
Beneath the City – Clinton’s Hideout.The candle had long since burned out, but Clinton didn’t need light to see the next steps. His mind was sharper in the dark. Shadows were where he thrived.Jones thought he had won.That was the beauty of it.Clinton leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the armrest. Across from him, Caleb waited, hands clasped behind his back like a soldier awaiting orders. Serena stood near the entrance, arms crossed, watching Clinton with that same knowing smirk she always had.“They’re settling in,” Serena murmured.“Good,” Clinton replied.“We should move now,” Caleb urged, stepping forward. “Before they reinforce. Before they suspect.”Clinton chuckled, slow and deliberate. “No, Caleb. We move when they least expect it. They think they’ve rebuilt Blackwood. They think they’ve won. That’s when you let them get comfortable. That’s when you study them.”He leaned forward, his grin widening. “And that’s when you break them.”Serena’s smirk deepe
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 53: The War in the Shadows
The darkness swallowed Blackwood whole.Jones’ grip tightened around the bloodstained note, his mind racing through the implications. His crew stood around him, faces set in grim determination. The weight of the moment pressed down on all of them.Clinton was alive.And worse—he was inside Blackwood.The missing supplies. The rumors. The paranoia creeping into his ranks. It wasn’t coincidence. It wasn’t just fear talking.It was Clinton. Moving. Manipulating. Watching.Lexi was the first to break the silence. “We need to act. Now.”Jones nodded, his voice edged with steel. “Agreed. We’ve been on the defensive for too long. No more.”Mara crossed her arms. “But how do we hit something we can’t see? Clinton’s ghosts are working in the shadows.”“We flush them out,” Victor said, stepping forward. His eyes burned with determination. “We make them show themselves.”Jasmine’s fingers tapped against her thigh. “If we push too hard, we risk playing into their hands.”“We’re already in their h
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Chapter 56: The Point of No Return
Blackwood College, South Wing – 3:46 AMThe silence before impact was razor-thin.Jones crouched behind a toppled desk, his breath steady despite the chaos teetering on the edge of eruption. The dimly lit corridor stretched before him, lined with abandoned lecture halls, the scent of old books mixing with the staleness of dust and danger. His team was positioned like ghosts in the shadows, weapons gripped tight, hearts pounding in sync with the tension crackling in the air.And then, Lexi’s voice came through the earpiece, sharp and urgent.“They’re in.”A beat.Jones' muscles coiled. “Victor, Jasmine—cut the exits. Mike, Lexi, push forward. No mistakes.”A chorus of confirmations came through.Then—all hell broke loose.A thunderous eruption of movement. Shadows slammed against shadows. Jones lunged forward, twisting around an attacker’s wild punch, driving his elbow into the ribs before flipping the man over with sheer force. A gasp, then silence as the body hit the tile.Shouts ran
Chapter 55: Strategic Deception
Jones stared at the flashing screen, his pulse hammering. The files on the flash drive weren’t just pieces of a puzzle—they were the whole damn blueprint. Clinton’s network. His operations. His betrayals.Every ghost move Clinton had made. Every sabotage. Every planted lie.It was all there.Lexi crossed her arms, watching his reaction carefully. “It’s real, isn’t it?”Jones exhaled, trying to steady himself. “Yeah.” His voice was steel. “It’s real.”The war room door burst open. Victor, Jasmine, and Mike stormed in, their faces tight with exhaustion but burning with the same fire he felt inside.Victor stopped short when he saw the screen. “No way.” His voice was almost a whisper. “That’s—”“Clinton’s entire operation,” Jones confirmed. “We have it.”A heavy silence settled over the room. Then—Jasmine let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “After all this time… after everything he’s done…” Her voice hardened. “We finally have a way to take him down.”Jones turned to Le
Chapter 54: The Web of Deceptions
The walls of Blackwood seemed to close in on them. Every hallway, every corridor, every shadow whispered of betrayal.Jones sat at the head of the war room table, fingers pressed to his temples. The dim lighting cast jagged shadows across the faces of his crew, each of them battle-worn, exhausted, and on edge. The intercepted message with Lexi’s name still burned in his mind. The paranoia was getting worse. Clinton’s reach was deeper than they’d imagined.And still—no solid evidence. No names. No trail to follow.Nothing.“We’ve been chasing ghosts,” Victor muttered, arms crossed. His frustration was clear. “We know Clinton’s making moves. We know he’s in Blackwood. But every time we get close—poof. Nothing.”“Maybe we’re thinking about this wrong.” Jasmine leaned forward, her eyes sharp. “What if Clinton doesn’t need spies? What if he’s turned the whole system against us?”Jones exhaled slowly. He had considered it. The fights between recruits. The stolen supplies. The whisper campai
Chapter 53: The War in the Shadows
The darkness swallowed Blackwood whole.Jones’ grip tightened around the bloodstained note, his mind racing through the implications. His crew stood around him, faces set in grim determination. The weight of the moment pressed down on all of them.Clinton was alive.And worse—he was inside Blackwood.The missing supplies. The rumors. The paranoia creeping into his ranks. It wasn’t coincidence. It wasn’t just fear talking.It was Clinton. Moving. Manipulating. Watching.Lexi was the first to break the silence. “We need to act. Now.”Jones nodded, his voice edged with steel. “Agreed. We’ve been on the defensive for too long. No more.”Mara crossed her arms. “But how do we hit something we can’t see? Clinton’s ghosts are working in the shadows.”“We flush them out,” Victor said, stepping forward. His eyes burned with determination. “We make them show themselves.”Jasmine’s fingers tapped against her thigh. “If we push too hard, we risk playing into their hands.”“We’re already in their h
Chapter 52: Master of the Game
Beneath the City – Clinton’s Hideout.The candle had long since burned out, but Clinton didn’t need light to see the next steps. His mind was sharper in the dark. Shadows were where he thrived.Jones thought he had won.That was the beauty of it.Clinton leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the armrest. Across from him, Caleb waited, hands clasped behind his back like a soldier awaiting orders. Serena stood near the entrance, arms crossed, watching Clinton with that same knowing smirk she always had.“They’re settling in,” Serena murmured.“Good,” Clinton replied.“We should move now,” Caleb urged, stepping forward. “Before they reinforce. Before they suspect.”Clinton chuckled, slow and deliberate. “No, Caleb. We move when they least expect it. They think they’ve rebuilt Blackwood. They think they’ve won. That’s when you let them get comfortable. That’s when you study them.”He leaned forward, his grin widening. “And that’s when you break them.”Serena’s smirk deepe
Chapter 51: The Unforgiven
A war wasn’t coming. It was already here. Jones barely had time to react before Clinton’s manipulated men lunged. The flickering lights of the underground chamber cast eerie shadows as chaos exploded in every direction. Jones dodged, rolling across the cold concrete as a fist nearly smashed into his skull. Leo tackled one of the turned men, his growl of rage echoing through the chamber. Derrick, still dazed from being restrained, barely managed to duck as a blade slashed where his ribs had been a second earlier. Clinton? Clinton just stood there, smirking. Jones gritted his teeth. This was entertainment to him. A final show before the real battle even began. Dre moved fast, his hesitation from before completely gone. He fought with brutal efficiency, his strikes methodical and lethal. He slammed one of Clinton’s men into the wall with a well-placed elbow, the crack of bone audible even over the chaos. But Jones wasn’t fooled. Dre had been turned once. He could be turn
Chapter 50: The Silent Takeover
Jones paced the ruined halls of Blackwood College, his mind a battlefield of unanswered questions. The weight of recent disappearances pressed against his chest like a vice. Derrick was gone. Leo was gone. Dre had returned, but he might as well have been a ghost, lost in a haze of missing time and fear.The silence was heavier than the gunfire that had once ripped through these halls. It wasn’t the silence of peace. It was the silence before something unspeakable.Lexi stood at the far end of the hall, her arms crossed, eyes sharp with worry. “Boss, this isn’t a coincidence,” she said, voice low.Jones nodded. “I know.”But knowing wasn’t enough.Clinton was still playing the game. The problem was—Jones didn’t know what the game was.And that terrified him.Clinton stood in the underground surveillance chamber, his fingers gliding over a rusted keyboard. The glow from the monitors illuminated his smirk as he watched Jones through flickering screens.The fool still thought he was in co
Chapter 49: The Silent Conspiracy
Jones stood in the ruined halls of Blackwood College, staring at the blank screen where Clinton had just taunted him. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and gunpowder. His grip on his gun tightened.He had won.Hadn’t he?His crew was securing the college, sweeping every corridor, making sure Clinton’s forces had either surrendered or were eliminated. But something didn’t sit right.Clinton had been smiling.Not the smile of a man who had lost.The smile of a man who had already won.Jones exhaled, forcing his shoulders to relax. He had to be overthinking it. Clinton was beaten. His people were scattered. Blackwood belonged to him now.Then why did it feel like he was standing in a minefield, waiting for the next explosion?Leo’s voice crackled through the radio.“Boss, east wing secured. No sign of Clinton.”“Keep looking,” Jones ordered. “Lock everything down. If he’s hiding, I want him found.”He clipped the radio back onto his belt and turned toward the main hall.That was
Chapter 48: The Fall That Wasn't
The explosion tore through the east wing of Blackwood College, shaking the very foundation of the battlefield. Smoke and fire erupted, swallowing the air with an acrid stench. Shattered glass and burning wood rained down like a storm, obscuring the chaos unfolding beneath it.Through the thick haze, Jones surged forward, his crew right behind him, weapons drawn, their determination set in stone.This was it.The final battle.And he was ready to end Clinton for good.On the other side of the field, Clinton stood tall despite the destruction around him. His forces, battered and bleeding, formed a tight line behind him, outnumbered and overwhelmed. The weight of war clung to them, their muscles stiff from exhaustion. Yet, in Clinton’s eyes, there was no fear.No regret.Just a glint of something Jones couldn’t place.Something that made his gut tighten.Jones took a step forward, his voice cutting through the smoke.“You should’ve stayed gone, Clinton.”Clinton dusted off his shoulders
