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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
The Brutal Revenge 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
The Brutal Revenge 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
The Brutal Revenge 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
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Chapter 66: The Edge of Despair
The night air was thick with tension as Jones and his crew moved swiftly through Blackwood College, their eyes sharp, their minds locked on one mission—finding Lexi before it was too late. The dim corridors echoed with their hurried footsteps as they scoured every possible hiding place, but the deeper they searched, the more frustration gnawed at them.No trace. No sign. No Lexi.Jones clenched his fists as they regrouped near the abandoned east wing. Jasmine’s brows were furrowed, her breathing heavy. “Nothing,” she muttered, shaking her head. “We’ve checked every damn place Clinton could’ve hidden her.”Kendra leaned against the wall, frustration lacing her voice. “He’s playing us.”Victor exhaled sharply. “No—he’s outsmarting us. Again.”Jones’s eyes darkened. His mind was racing, turning over every detail. Clinton was always two steps ahead—but he wasn’t invincible. There had to be a crack in his strategy.Jace frowned, scanning the group. “So what now? We can’t keep running aroun
Chapter 65: No Mercy, No Escape
The door swung open with a forceful creak, and before Lexi could react—CRACK!A fresh wave of agony tore through her body as the whip lashed across her exposed back. The pain burned hotter than before, forcing a strangled gasp from her throat.Clinton stood before her, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement as he dragged the whip across the floor. “I thought you’d have learned your lesson by now,” he murmured, rolling the handle in his grip.Lexi’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, but she refused to let him see her break. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she bit down, suppressing a scream.CRACK!Another lash. This time across her ribs.Her body convulsed against the pain, her wrists straining against the cuffs, but it was useless. Clinton had made sure of that.The sound of rattling chains echoed in the dim room as he stepped closer, dropping a second set of handcuffs onto the floor beside her. “I’ll admit,” he said, crouching so that their eyes met, “you surprised
Chapter 64: The Hunt for Nothing
Lexi's heart pounded as the door creaked open. The dim glow from the corridor barely illuminated the figure stepping inside. She didn’t hesitate.With every ounce of strength, she lunged from the shadows, aiming for the figure’s throat. But before she could make contact—CRACK!A searing pain tore across her back as something lashed against her skin. She choked back a scream, stumbling forward. The sting burned deep, the pain instant.The whip slithered back into Clinton’s grasp like a serpent returning to its master.“You really thought you could take me by surprise?” His voice was smooth, amused.Lexi sucked in a shaky breath, her body trembling from the impact. The realization hit her—Clinton had known. He had anticipated her attempt to escape.Clinton twirled the whip in his hand lazily, then dropped something metal onto the floor beside her. The dull clink of steel sent a chill down her spine. Handcuffs.“You’re getting predictable, Lexi,” he murmured. “That little trick with the
Chapter 63: The Silent Prison
Lexi thrashed against the restraints, her wrists raw from the tight ropes digging into her skin. A damp, musky stench filled the underground room, a forgotten chamber buried beneath Blackwood College, hidden so well that even Jones wouldn’t know where to look.Clinton stood over her, arms crossed, a slow smirk curling across his lips. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows on his face, making the cold amusement in his eyes even more sinister.“You really thought he’d save you?” he mused, crouching beside her. “Jones is out there bleeding for you, but guess what, sweetheart?” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “He’s already lost.”Lexi glared at him, fire burning in her eyes. She yanked at the restraints, but they only cut deeper into her skin.Clinton chuckled, standing up. “Struggle all you want. Scream, cry—it won’t change anything.” He straightened his collar, adjusting the cuffs of his blood-stained sleeves. “I have more important things to do.”He strode to the heavy stee
Chapter 62: The Unyielding Clash
The air was thick with tension as Jones and his crew moved through the tunnels beneath Blackwood College. Shadows stretched long and eerie against the damp, concrete walls. Every footstep echoed through the narrow passage, the weight of the mission pressing down on them.Jasmine led the way, her tablet screen illuminating their path, while Victor, Kendra, Riley, and Marco walked with weapons ready. Behind them, Kayla and Jace moved with silent precision, scanning for any sign of traps. Derek brought up the rear, his grip tight on a lead pipe.Jones' heart pounded like a war drum. They had one shot at this. One chance to get Lexi back.And Clinton was waiting.Jasmine’s voice cut through the silence. “Almost there. The corridor up ahead leads directly to the sublevel. If my mapping is right, that’s where Clinton’s holding Lexi.”Jones nodded. “Everyone ready?”The group exchanged glances. No one spoke. The fire in their eyes was answer enough.Victor cracked his knuckles. “Let’s bring
Chapter 61: War Councils in the Dark
Jones’ Hideout – 9:15 PM.The room smelled of sweat, desperation, and the lingering scent of blood from their brutal defeat. Jones sat at the head of the table, a fresh bruise swelling over his cheekbone, his ribs aching with every breath. The dim lights flickered above, casting jagged shadows over the weary faces of his crew.They had barely made it out alive. But survival wasn’t enough.Lexi was still in Clinton’s grasp. And that wasn’t something Jones could allow.Victor leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw clenched. His knuckles were still raw from the battle. “We can’t rush in like last time,” he muttered. “We got played.”Jace, bandaged but alive, exhaled sharply. “Played? We got wrecked.”Kendra, her eyes dark with fury, slammed a knife into the table. “Then we change the game.”Jones lifted his gaze, scanning each of them. The fire was still there, burning through their exhaustion. Clinton had won the battle—but not the war.“Lexi is underground,” Jones stated, voice cal
Chapter 60: The Devil's Bargain
The weight of urgency hung over Jones like a storm cloud. Every second wasted was another second Clinton gained, another second Lexi remained in enemy hands. He shoved his phone into his pocket and met the eyes of his crew. Determination burned in their gazes. “We move now,” Jones commanded, his voice slicing through the thick tension. Victor cracked his knuckles. “About damn time.” Kendra checked her weapons. Jace tightened his gloves. Marco adjusted his jacket, his fingers twitching with anticipation. They weren’t just a group. They were an army. Jones turned to Jasmine. “You and Riley find us another way in.” She nodded, already tapping into her tablet, scanning the blueprints for overlooked passages. Riley muttered, “There’s always a backdoor. We just need to find it before Clinton buries it for good.” Jones exhaled sharply, then turned to Victor. “You hit the front with everything you’ve got. Make it look like we’re desperate.” Victor grinned, dark and eager. “I ca
Chapter 59: Shadows of Strategy
Abandoned Lecture Hall – 6:30 AM.Jones’ pulse thundered in his ears as he stormed into the old lecture hall. The air was thick with dust, the cracked chalkboard at the front of the room barely visible in the dim lighting. His crew followed close behind, their faces hardened with determination.He didn’t waste time.“Victor, call them,” Jones ordered, his voice razor-sharp.Victor nodded, pulling out his burner phone and dialing fast. “Mara, Alex, Marcus, Kendra, Jace, Riley, Derek, Marco, Kayla. We need everyone. Now.”Jasmine leaned against the desk, eyes narrowed. “Clinton is playing games, and we’re running out of time.”Jones’ jaw tightened. Lexi was out there, trapped in some dark, underground hellhole, while Clinton smirked from his throne like a king untouched by war.Not for long.Within minutes, the door swung open. One by one, the rest of the crew filed in. Mara, tall and fierce, cracked her knuckles as she took a seat. Alex, his hoodie pulled low over his face, leaned aga
Chapter 58: Trapped in the Shadows
Jones’ breath came in sharp, controlled inhales as he scanned the hallway. The walls were smeared with old graffiti, the floor littered with shattered glass, broken furniture, and the remnants of past battles. But none of that mattered.Lexi was gone.And Clinton had taken her.A slow rage burned in Jones’ chest, hotter than ever before. His fingers curled into fists as his team gathered around him, their expressions hardened by the weight of the fight ahead.Victor, blood smeared across his cheek from their last skirmish, was already cracking his knuckles, his body tense and ready. Jasmine clenched the hilt of her knife, her usual smirk gone, replaced by a deadly focus. Mike flexed his fingers around a length of chain, his knuckles white from the grip.None of them needed to speak. They all understood.This wasn’t just another battle for dominance.This was war.Jones took a slow step forward. “We’re getting Lexi back.”Victor nodded. “And Clinton?”Jones’ jaw clenched. “He doesn’t l
