I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired-Chapter 242 GIA... Hands up
Lucian's POV
Lucian stood in the room, rubbing his chin as he watched the news.
Dammn
"The whole island disappeared. I never knew that when seven nukes are combined and detonated at the same time, the result would be this impressive." His voice carried a hint of admiration as he took in the destruction.
Then his gaze softened as he turned toward Rose, still unconscious, unaware of the chaos unfolding outside.
"Now, now… I've taken revenge for you, Rose." His fingers lightly brushed her cheek. "Whoever dared to lay a hand on you… they're gone. Not even their dust remains."
The atmosphere in the room was suffocating.
Everyone else Meleonora, the General, the purple-haired man stood stiffly, their faces pale, their hands trembling.
They had just witnessed something beyond comprehension.
The purple-haired man hesitantly raised a hand. "Hey, bro… ugh, I mean cough ahhem sir… Can I go now?" He swallowed hard, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I swear, I won't say a thing. Not like anyone would believe what just happened anyway…"
He had almost called Lucian 'bro,' but at the last second, corrected himself. This was not someone you called 'bro.' This was a man who fired nukes. Plural.
Not one. Not two. Seven.
And not just anywhere at an entire island.
He needed to get out of here. Fast.
Who knew when the authorities would arrive? What if they assumed he was an accomplice just because he was here?
No, no, no. He needed to disappear before he got dragged into this mess.
Lucian turned to him, one eyebrow raised.
"Huh? You wanna leave now?" He sounded almost amused. "But I haven't even rewarded you yet. You helped me take Rose to the hospital, after all."
The purple-haired man stiffened.
"No need, sir. Really. No need." His back was drenched in sweat.
Reward?
No, no, no. He didn't want a 'reward' from a lunatic who casually launched nukes. What if the 'gift' was something just as dangerous?
A nuke?
A tank?
Some underground black-market weapon he had no idea what to do with?
He just wanted to leave.
Lucian, however, laughed. "Ah, man, you're such an honest and good person. Rejecting a reward like this?"
He chuckled, shaking his head.
"Honestly, I would've given you a building or two if you asked. But I like kind and honest people."
He stepped closer, and instinctively, the purple-haired man took a step back.
Buildings?
He gulped.
No. No, no, no. He didn't dare accept anything from this man. His life was more valuable than some damn buildings.
Meanwhile, Meleonora and the General stood off to the side, silent, watching the TV screen as the news reporter continued broadcasting the obliteration of the Silvit family's island.
Meleonora finally understood.
Why the General treated Lucian with such caution.
Why he hadn't dared to oppose him directly.
She swallowed hard, recalling how she had spoken to Lucian earlier.
It's a miracle I'm still alive, she thought, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Lucian suddenly slung an arm over the purple-haired man's shoulders. The man tensed.
"From today on, you're my brother," Lucian declared with a grin. "If anyone causes you trouble, let me know. I'll handle it for you."
The purple-haired man stiffened.
Brother?
He turned his head toward Meleonora and the General, his eyes almost pleading for help.
They both avoided his gaze.
Even they didn't know what to do anymore.
After a long, heavy silence, the purple-haired man sighed, finally making up his mind.
"So… are we going to jail now?" he asked, his voice laced with resignation.
Lucian looked at him, genuinely confused.
"Hah? Jail? Who? Us? But why?"
The purple-haired man clenched his jaw.
I want to punch this stupid face so badly, he thought.
"I mean… you just launched seven nukes. I was here. Won't I get arrested just for being in the same room as you?"
Lucian patted him on the back, laughing. "Don't worry. It'll be fine."
But just as he was speaking
BOOM.
The door burst open.
BOOM.
The door burst open.
A squad of three heavily armed men stormed in, their movements precise and calculated. Their black bulletproof vests, tactical helmets, and heavy combat gear made them look like shadows in the dimly lit room. Each of them bore a blue circular insignia on their chests GIA.
Their presence sent a chill through the air.
"Hands up!" the lead operative commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering. "Anyone moves, they're dead."
His red-dot laser sight flickered over the room, locking onto the people inside.
Their faces were concealed by helmets and masks, only their eyes visible cold, professional, emotionless.
The silence was deafening.
Fuckk
The purple-haired man paled, his heart pounding as he felt a red dot settle on his forehead.
Didn't this lunatic just say, 'It'll be fine'?!
Without a second thought, he threw his hands up in surrender.
He had no idea what GIA was, but these guys weren't ordinary soldiers. Their presence, their aura this wasn't something to mess with.
Meleonora tensed, her sharp gaze analyzing them.
They were elite.
From the moment they entered, they had secured the entire room in less than a second. Their formations, their coordination this was far beyond standard military training.
She had expected some special forces to arrive. But this… this was too fast.
They had slipped in without a sound. She hadn't even sensed them until the door blasted open, and by then, it was too late.
Still, she wasn't worried.
She was a high-ranking government official. There was no way they would point their guns at her.
"Wait, it's not us," Meleonora started, shaking her head. She gestured toward the General. "This is Marshal General Damian standing beside me. You should not be pointing your weapons at him."
Her voice was firm, confident.
Then, she turned her attention to Lucian.
"It's Lucian Kane. He's guilty and must be taken into custody," she stated, pointing at him. "He's the one who just"
BOOM.
A single gunshot rang out.
A gust of air brushed past Meleonora's ear.
She froze.
Eyes wide.
Did… did they just shoot at me?!
Her breath hitched as the heat of the bullet's passage lingered on her skin.
The operative who fired was already repositioning, his gun now aimed directly at her forehead.
His voice was devoid of emotion.
"I said, not a single word. Next time, it'll be your head."
A red laser dot hovered at the center of her brows.
Meleonora's blood ran cold.
The operative's eyes hidden behind his visor were unreadable, but she could feel it. He wasn't bluffing.
He would pull the trigger without hesitation.
"And we don't care," he continued, voice as cold as steel. "Whether you're a General, an officer, or even a President"
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"We are GIA."
His tone carried absolute authority.
"We have the clearance to eliminate anyone who stands in our way."
Silence.
Meleonora's legs trembled.
Her eyes met his, and for a split second, she searched for something anything that wasn't pure, merciless efficiency.
She found nothing.
Not a hint of hesitation.
Not an ounce of fear.
Only duty.
She gulped. Slowly very slowly she began to raise her hands in surrender.
Her gaze flickered to the side.
The General.
He had already raised his hands.
Expression calm.
His eyes met hers.
A silent command.
Do the same.
Meleonora clenched her jaw.
She was confused.
Who were these people?
And more importantly…
Why did the General seem to know exactly who they were?
Suddenly a loud shout
"Lucian Kane."
The leader of the group took a step forward, his voice like a blade cutting through the silence. Continue your adventure at novelbuddy
"You have been confirmed as a target. You will follow us to the Council's meeting, where your punishment will be decided."
His tone carried no doubt, no hesitation.
"But before that" His finger shifted slightly on the trigger.
"I SAID, HANDS IN THE AIR."
His voice was like a gunshot itself sharp, commanding, absolute.
"If you refuse," he continued, eyes locking onto Lucian's, "I will shoot both your hands. And trust me I don't hesitate."
The room tensed.
The purple-haired man swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his forehead.
These guys... they're insane.
Did they not realize who they were dealing with?
Lucian Kane the man who just fired seven nuclear warheads like it was a casual evening.
And yet they still dared to point their guns at him?
How the fuck are they this fearless?!
The purple-haired man didn't dare breathe too loudly.
One wrong move, one flicker of suspicion, and he was sure these guys would shoot first, ask questions never.
Looking to Lucian
Lucian, of all people, looked the calmest.
Not a single hint of concern.
Instead, he was rubbing his chin.
Studying them.
Not fearfully.
Not cautiously.
Amused.
His eyes flicked from one agent to the next, analyzing them like a scientist observing insects in a jar.
One arm remained folded across his chest, the other resting against his chin as if contemplating something completely unrelated.
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