Chapter 370

Five black armored vehicles were speeding toward the tin shack where Camila Harrington was hiding. Inside the lead car, Nelson, the elite squad’s captain, had a face like thunder. Just thirty minutes ago, three of his top men had been silently taken out. If he hadn’t called them in for a quick regroup, he probably wouldn’t have even realized they were dead yet. The way they were killed—clean and quiet—showed just how terrifyingly skilled the attacker was. Before this, he hadn’t really taken Hunter’s warning seriously. But now? With three of his elite gone, that changed everything. Whoever did it, he was convinced it was someone from Blackridge Tactical. They dared touch his men, so he was going to make damn sure theirs paid with blood. — Over on the other side— "Jared, where’d you disappear to just now?" Sullivan Fletcher asked, eyes dropping to look sideways at him. The moment Jared returned, Sullivan had sensed something was off. Maybe the rest of the unit couldn’t see it—but Sulliva