The city’s richest woman was kidnapped and held for ransom by a madman. Our Female Eagle Squad risked life and limb, nearly dying, to rescue her.
For that mission, I lost two of my sisters, and another was critically wounded, still fighting for her life in the ER.
But just as the billionaire and the High Command were about to award our elite mercenary team with a hefty prize, my fiancé Damon’s mistress, Brittany, stepped forward. She brazenly claimed she killed dozens of the thugs alone and captured the rest by herself.
Therefore, the credit, she insisted, was hers alone, and our Eagle Squad had nothing to do with it.
I could tolerate being wronged alone, but my fallen sisters would not have died in vain.
“You’re full of it! You hid behind us the whole time, a trembling coward with a broken gun, couldn’t even hit the broad side of a barn at thirty meters, and you dare claim you killed the thugs?”
Brittany’s eyes blazed with fury. She grabbed a glass and threw her drink in my face.
“You have a death wish, Zara! How dare you cross me? If I say I did it, then I did. The entire mercenary group belongs to my dear brother, and he dotes on me more than anyone. What do you say to that?”
My fists clenched, knuckles white. I launched a punch straight into her face.
When Damon found out, he actually brought hundreds of mercenaries, who surrounded us in a tight circle.
“Zara, get down on your knees and apologize to Brittany immediately! Then strip naked and run ten kilometers to calm her down, or I’ll have you arrested for insubordination!”
The massive open field instantly filled with an oppressive aura.
My sisters and I were surrounded by hundreds of guns, as if a single ‘no’ would mean our heads rolling.
The billionaire and the High Command, initially furious with us, eventually grew so disappointed that they washed their hands of our fate.
They left us to Brittany’s mercy.
“Zara, maybe we should just give in? She’s always been disgusting, always trying to steal credit. We’re just subordinates, and we don’t have the power to fight them.” Skye pleaded, her voice laced with resentment.
But I wouldn’t back down. Not to them. Instead, I stood defiant, ready to fight them to the death.
Because whenever I was away, that useless Brittany, with Damon’s backing, constantly bullied and suppressed my sisters.
And now, she wanted to steal our credit too.
Now I was back, and we’d lost two sisters on this mission.
I would never let them die for nothing. And I would certainly never let them be called useless.
The mercenaries before me were all strangers, new faces Damon had brought in, specifically to challenge me.
He had also secretly sent my loyal people on dangerous missions while I was away, leading to their deaths.
Did he truly think I didn’t know? I wasn’t stupid.
The mercenary group was founded by my mother. She was the true leader, though Damon seemed to have forgotten that.
His current position? I gave it to him. For Brittany to claim the entire mercenary group belonged to Damon was utter bullshit.
Brittany, thinking I was intimidated, smirked, a triumphant, arrogant sneer spreading across her face.
“See, Zara? This is what happens when you try to steal my glory. You’ll be riddled with bullets.”
She walked closer, sneering, and mockingly patted my face.
“As long as Damon is here, I, Brittany, can strut around like I own the place. You wouldn’t even dare to blink without my permission, understand?”
“You used to be a legend here, so what? Now, Damon calls the shots. The High Command favors him. And while you were gone, we slowly but surely took over your territory, seized control of the mercenaries. They only listen to Damon’s orders. As for you, you’re just a puppet with no real power! Hahahaha!”
As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed a knife and slashed at Skye, deliberately tearing her clothes, just to humiliate us.
“Isn’t this just infuriating? You risk your life on every mission, but don’t get a single bit of credit. It all just flows straight to me!”
I’ve never been one to act impulsively or lose my temper easily, but this disgusting behavior was beyond unbearable.
I was about to throw another punch at that bitch when Brittany pointed her gun at my sisters’ heads.
“I know you’re capable, but I’m curious. Which is faster, your fist or my bullet?”
I glared at her, and the more enraged I became, the more triumphant she grew.
“Pfft!”
She spat at me, using my sisters’ lives to threaten me, warning me not to move. Otherwise, she would have long been dead by my hand.
“Looking at me like that, don’t you just want to kill me? Hahahaha!”
“I know you’re itching to kill someone right now, but if you move one more inch, I’ll shoot both of them.”
Then, she swayed her hips provocatively, looking down at me with disdain.
“Who would have thought that a legendary, undefeated warrior like you would be caught in my chokehold, forced to obey?”
“I’m telling you, Zara, your era is over. Now, it’s my world. You’d better be sensible. Accept it, whether you want to or not, understand?”
“Bang!”
She fired her gun at the flag hanging above, the one symbolizing my rank, shooting it down. Then she walked over and stomped on it with her foot.
“Whoever needs to take a dump now, I’ll reward them handsomely if they use this flag to wipe their ass. Afterward, I’ll have a big reward for you.”
Immediately, everyone rushed forward, eager to humiliate me and curry favor.
I wondered where these dogs found such guts. Had they truly forgotten my brutal methods of retaliation?
They thought a flimsy gun could force me to submit? Dream on.
I suppressed my rage, watching the crowd scramble for the flag, and let out a cold laugh.
“You’re so eager to die, you don’t even need to fight over it. Do you really think my era is over? Heh, how could it be?”
“Bang!”
I raised my gun, sweeping a bullet across the foot of the new recruit who was stepping on the flag.
She cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground and writhing.
Facing so many gun barrels, I stood calmly and coldly, utterly unfazed.
“Zara, you dared to injure my person? Who gave you the audacity?”
“Heh, I’ve lived on the razor’s edge since I was a kid. I don’t need anyone to give me guts.”
“Don’t think a gun can threaten me. If you really kill me, my friends out there will rip your skin off, believe me.”
“Don’t believe it!”
“Because our strength is not to be underestimated. We’re more than enough to stand against your people.”
“And my reputation as the Venomous Wolf is not to be trifled with.”
As my defiant words faded, a cold-faced man in military uniform stepped out.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him – it was Damon, my fiancé.
Instantly, all the mercenaries on site respectfully hailed him as “Commander Damon.”
That title, “Commander Damon,” was undoubtedly a slap in my face.
Because before this, I was the one everyone revered.
Hearing their respectful address, Damon grew even more smug.
When his eyes met mine, the coldness and disdain in them were no longer hidden; they were openly displayed.
He thought his wings had grown strong, that he called all the shots in the entire mercenary group.
He no longer needed my help and could bully me as he pleased.
“Zara, you are not to steal Brittany’s credit.”
“You’ve received so many awards, you don’t need this one. Let Brittany have it this time. I want her to make a name for herself, to let more people know she exists.”
“If you refuse, then you’re going against me completely.”
“And I will never allow anyone to walk all over me. I’m telling you, anyone who defies my orders is asking for death.”
His unspoken meaning was clear: he was threatening me, telling me to swallow this insult.
“Damon, this world is about blood. If she’s a capable mercenary, she should earn her stripes and fight her own battles, not hide like a coward and steal others’ glory to make herself look good.”
“Understand?”
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