Chapter 333: The Storm Unleashed

Chris's POV

The air inside the command center was deathly silent.

Chris stood before the live feed, watching every move on the ground. The masked men had Classic pinned, their weapons trained on him.

His son wasn't panicked. He was calculating.

A smirk ghosted Chris's lips. Good.

But calculation wouldn't be enough.

Chris turned to Ethan. "Status."

"Strike team is closing in. Two snipers in position. Ground extraction in sixty seconds."

"Too slow."

Chris tapped into the override system, pulling up direct communications to the strike team. His voice was absolute authority.

"Take the shot. Now."

A pause. Then—

BANG.

The lead kidnapper's head snapped back, a perfect kill shot.

Chaos erupted.

The remaining attackers scrambled for cover, but they never stood a chance. One by one, they fell.

The final man tried to use Classic as a shield.

Chris's voice was ice. "Break free, now."

As if on command, Classic drove his elbow into the man's ribs, then twisted free just as—

BANG.

Another headshot.

It was over in seconds.

The last body hit the ground.

Chris exhaled slowly. Too easy.

"Send in the cleanup team," Ethan muttered.

"No." Chris's voice was dangerously low. "I want identification. Names, affiliations, and the person who sent them."

Ethan nodded. "I'll get my best on it."

Chris turned back to the screen, watching as Classic stood among the bodies. He didn't look afraid.

He looked angry.

Chris's grip tightened on the desk.

Whoever had ordered this attack had made the worst mistake of their lives.

And they were about to learn what it meant to challenge a Blackwood.