Chapter 4
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Miguel stood in the center of the auction house, maintaining his calm even with what was happening around him.
“You are making the worst mistake of your life by pointing that gun at me,” Miguel said confidently to the man who pointed the double-barrelled gun at him.
Before the man could comprehend Miguel’s words, Miguel kicked the gun out of his hands and caught it mid-air. The gun barely settled in Miguel’s grip before he pulled the trigger, aiming at the man’s head.
Boom!!
Silence followed as the man dropped to the floor, blood streaming from his forehead. The crowd gasped, shocked by the sudden violence. Miguel dropped the gun to the floor after realizing it was the only bullet left.
His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the panicked expressions of the remaining guests, the loyalists of the Golden Circle who now found themselves in a precarious position.
His voice was steady as he spoke to his beautiful subordinate, Ash, through his device.
"Ash, are our people in position?" Miguel’s voice was calm and collected, as if he was discussing something as ordinary as breakfast.
Ash replied in no time, “Yes, sir. They’re ready and waiting for your command. Should they encroach the building now?”
“Yes, it is time. Let them in with FLood Force. You know what I mean, Ash,” Miguel said, speaking in a special military code.
“Yes Sir!” Ash replied and Miguel cut the call.
The Auction House Manager chuckled the moment Miguel dropped his device.
His arrogance remained intact, despite what he just saw Miguel do. “You think calling for backup is going to save you? You’re outnumbered, outgunned, and you’ve walked right into our trap. This is the end for you. Even the gun you snatched is out of bullets, making you defenceless.”
Miguel’s gaze didn’t move as he locked eyes with the manager. “You’re mistaken if you think this ends on your terms.”
The Manager’s confidence faltered, but he forced a chuckle to cover it up smoothly. “Backup or not, you can’t escape this place alive.”
Before the manager could continue his mockery, a servant from the Golden Circle, one of the most feared organizations in the world, burst into the room, his face pale with terror.
“Sir… sir!” he stammered, his voice trembling. “There’s… there’s an army outside. Hundreds of armed soldiers have surrounded the auction house. Their numbers… they’re still growing. We… we can’t count them all!”
The room fell into a stunned silence, the mystery of the situation sinking in. The smugness on the manager’s face drained away, replaced by an expression of disbelief. “What… what did you say?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The servant swallowed hard. “They’ve surrounded us, sir. We’re completely trapped.”
Miguel’s calm expression didn’t change, but there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “It seems you’ve underestimated me.”
As Miguel’s forces closed in, the members of the Golden Circle who were present began to lose their nerve. Their confidence crumbled, replaced by a creeping dread that spread like a disease among them.
The reality of their situation was inescapable—they were surrounded, outmaneuvered, and entirely at Miguel’s mercy.
The doors of the auction house swung open with a heavy thud, and the commander of Miguel’s army strode in, his steps echoing through the room. He was a towering figure. His presence was commanding and authoritative. Without hesitation, he knelt before Miguel, bowing his head in respect.
“Supreme General,” the commander reported with his head bowed, “my force of 8,000 troops has arrived and awaits your orders.”
A collective gasp swept through the room. The members of the Golden Circle stared in shock, unable to comprehend the turn of events.
The manager, who had been so confident mere moments ago, looked as though the ground had been pulled out from under him.
Miguel’s voice was cold as he issued his command. “Eliminate everyone present.”
The room exploded into chaos. The members of the Golden Circle froze in shock, hearing Miguel’s command, fear tearing through them like an arrow.
“No, please!” one of them cried out, his voice cracking with panic. He dropped to his knees, his hands clasped together as he begged for mercy. “We were wrong! Spare us! We’ll do anything—just let us live!”
The others followed suit, their faces grew pale with fear as they threw themselves at Miguel’s feet. Their pride was shattered, replaced by a desperate, primal urge to survive.
But their words fell on deaf ears. Miguel’s expression remained unmoved as stone. He had seen too much, lost too much, to be swayed by their fake pleas. The memory of his parents’ deaths, the suffering his sister had endured, caused him to smirk bitterly as he raised his hand to give his troop the final command.
“Nobody touches my sister! Kill them all,” Miguel ordered with a cold voice.
“No, No, No,” The Auction House Manager said as Miguel pointed a gun at him.
Boom!!
Miguel watched, as his army carried out the orders with ruthless efficiency. The sound of gunfire echoed through the auction house, followed by the heavy thud of bodies hitting the floor.
As the sound of the last gunshot faded, Miguel turned to his sister, Elizabeth. She had been standing in stunned silence, her eyes wide in horror. Gently, he approached her, his expression softening for the first time.
“It’s over, Elizabeth,” he said quietly as he placed a hand on her cheek. His voice was filled with tenderness as she hugged him tightly. “You’re safe now,” he whispered.
Elizabeth’s eyes welled up with tears, but her relief was cut off with a strong fear. She pulled out of the hug immediately.
“Miguel, what if they retaliate? The Golden Circle is powerful. They won’t take this lying down. They are going to come for you, for us,” Elizabeth said.
Miguel shook his head. “Let them come. They’ve taken too much from us already. They’ll pay for what they did to our parents. I’m not running anymore, Elizabeth. This ends on my terms.”
Elizabeth’s hand trembled as she reached out to touch her brother’s arm. “Miguel… there’s something you need to know.”
Miguel’s brow furrowed as he noticed the hesitance in her voice. “What is it?”
She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s about Laura… your fiancée. After you were forced into the military, she… she had your children. Twins, Miguel. A boy and a girl.”
Miguel’s sight blurred out in shock. The news hit him like a wave, leaving him momentarily speechless. “What… what did you say?” he stammered, his voice filled with shock.
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