EPISODE 61
Jax had already turned the underground house into a dying beast. Lance’s hideout no longer felt invincible—it felt wounded. Corridors once buzzing with confidence now echoed with confusion. Systems failed one after another. Doors jammed. Screens went dark. Orders contradicted each other. Men ran where they were once stationed. Jax moved through it all with brutal calm. He didn’t rush. He didn’t panic. He ended things. Every step forward was calculated destruction. Supply rooms sabotaged. Security routes compromised. Weapon caches rendered useless. He planted explosives where Lance believed himself untouchable—deep, deliberate placements meant not for spectacle, but for erasure. This wasn’t an escape. This was punishment. By the time Jax reached the forgotten service wing—an acces
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