Chapter 260

About half an hour later, along the coastal outskirts of Ol’ Mare, a Falcon-wing fighter jet from the north came to a slow stop in

front of Alexander.

“My lord!” At the cockpit entrance, Maxine, dressed in military attire, bowed deeply to Alexander. “I lead the special operations

combat team, ordered to come. All information has been sealed off, and there will be no leaks!”

“Very well.” Alexander entered the cockpit and stared at the pilot’s seat in front. He commanded, “Activate the army satellite and

locate Patrick’s phone, even if by force. I want to know the last location before his phone shuts down.”

In the cockpit, two decisive pilots responded loudly in less than two minutes. “Reporting, my lord. Mr. Chesire’s last location

before the shutdown was Cabros Province, Southwick, Briand City!”

Alexander wasted no time, a slow exhale escaped his lips.

“Depart!”

Across the ocean, in Southwick, Cabros Province, Briand City...

The flames of war raged.

Patrick sat in the back of a pickup truck, his head covered with a black hood, hands bound behind him. Surrounded by the sound

of bullets, he trembled in fear.

“Boss, we got him here!” Two fierce thugs, one on each side, brought Patrick down from the truck and pushed him into a nearby

shabby house. Shouting at a burly man with a beard, they said, “This is the guy, wearing a watch worth over fifty thousand. He’s

definitely a rich man!”

The bearded man was the leader of the Blackthorn organization, nicknamed ‘Vulture’. He wore a black head scarf and a cigar in

his mouth. He shouted at Patrick, “Arlosi, saturion, casuatalida!”

He spoke the local language, Fijian.

This was a modern language developed when, in the 16th century, Horizon Reach Company brought contracts and slaves to

Southwick. It was a language recognized globally and used by less than two million people worldwide. Patrick could not

understand a word.

“S-Sir?” Thinking he was about to be executed, Patrick turned to look at the sturdy thug escorting him, nearly crying. “Sir, what

did your boss just say? Is he going to kill me? I’m willing to pay a ransom. I have money at home!”

The thug behind him was proficient in English. He smirked, forcefully thrusting his gun into Patrick’s body.” Our boss says that if

Wyverna doesn’t cough up a hundred fifty million dollars to get you back, he'll chop off your head tomorrow and globally

broadcast the beheading video!”

Patrick shivered, and everything turned black before him. Only one thought remained in his mind.

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‘Alexander, my good son-in-law, I’m afraid I won’t make it back this time. Take care of Amber, Susanne, and my granddaughter

Olivia. The family relies on you!”

“My lord, it's here!”

Approximately six hours later, the sky neared complete darkness. About three kilometers from Briand City, next to a dilapidated

road shrouded in smoke, Alexander clutched his phone. He gazed at the coordinates displayed on the screen, his expression

darkening.

This was the last known location of his father-in-law, Patrick.

“About three kilometers northwest is Briand City. They likely held my father-in-law there.”

He looked up to the northwest. In the dim night, he observed the faint city lights and, after a moment of contemplation, ordered,

“Maxine, you and the Special Operations Team infiltrate and advance. Station yourselves on the outskirts of Briand City, keep a

low profile, and wait for my command.”

Behind him, Maxine and 24 special forces members echoed in unison, “Yes!”

Alexander stood there for a moment, deleted all the confidential content from his phone, and proceeded alone

toward Briand City.

About 20 minutes later, he approached the edge of the city.

Boom!

Three meters in front of him, a fist-sized crater suddenly appeared, exploding into a billow of smoke and dust.

Snipers were deployed in the distance, issuing a warning in this manner.

“Don’t shoot!” Alexander raised both hands above his head and shouted, “I’m unarmed. I’m from Wyverna. As per your request,

I've come to negotiate for the release of a captive!”

Four bandits emerged from behind ruined walls, three carrying submachine guns and the last one holding a sniper rifle. The

scope emitted an infrared aiming dot, firmly targeting Alexander's forehead.

“What's your name? Whom are you here to redeem?”

One bandit handed his gun to a comrade, pulled out a thick hemp rope, and bound Alexander’s hands behind his back. Speaking

in somewhat broken English, he eyed Alexander warily. “Did you bring the money? How

much?”

Simultaneously, he searched Alexander thoroughly from head to toe, holding the phone in his own hand.

“You understand English? That's great!” Alexander feigned surprise and explained, “I don’t have cash, but I have my phone. I'll

transfer the ransom via phone banking. You can check it. It’s a regular phone, no modifications.”

The bandit paused, scrutinizing Alexander’s phone carefully to ensure there were no threats. Satisfied, he returned the phone to

its place and shouted into the distance, “Aliakadu, tewalialini-tai!”

Alexander’s eyes instantly lit up.

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He recognized this rare Fijian language, understood by very few. As the Lord of the Temple of War, he had some familiarity with

obscure languages, deciphering the meaning of the words clearly.

“Take him to the boss. This person is unarmed and should be here to pay Patrick’s ransom!” This was what

Alexander deciphered.

Sure enough, his father-in-law, Patrick, was in their hands.