The Almighty Dominance

"Forward!" barked the Paris security captain, gesturing sharply.

At his signal, fifty elite soldiers surged forward, weapons raised and ready.

They had stormed over the moment they heard trouble erupting in the governor's mansion, prepared for anything.

Just as they approached the grand doors, they swung open with a haunting creak.

"No need to lurk around out there," called a cold, detached voice from within.

"Come on in."

Inside, Alex sat calmly in a high-backed chair, his eyes glinting dangerously.

Governor Norman Guise shouted frantically, "Kill him! Shoot him now!"

Instantly, the elite soldiers stormed in, surrounding Alex and leveling their rifles straight at him.

Alex glanced around casually, unfazed. "I wonder, are any of you ever doing dirty work for this corrupt governor?"

Some of the elite soldiers, almost without thinking, shot quick, nervous glances at their comrades-the ones rumored to be doing the governor's dirty work.

It was a fleeting, instinctive reaction, nothing deliberate.

But those very soldiers-the ones truly guilty-didn't look at anyone.

Their eyes were locked on Alex, cold and murderous, their only intent to kill him.

"You better kneel or die!" They warned Alex.

"Kill me?” Alex smiled darkly and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, about ten soldiers-the ones clearly tied to the governor's dirty work- lifted their guns and pressed the barrels beneath their chins.

A split second later, gunfire erupted.

One by one, they pulled their triggers, dropping lifeless to the floor, including the squad leader.

The remaining elite soldiers froze in horror before rage took over.

Shouting, they swung their rifles toward Alex and unleashed a barrage of bullets.

But to their shock, every round halted midair, stopping dead about a meter away from Alex, hanging there as if trapped in an invisible wall.

Alex raised his hand again, snapping his fingers once more. The bullets clattered harmlessly to the marble floor.

Then, to their horror, the remaining soldiers felt their arms move against their will, forcing their own guns to their heads.

They struggled desperately, fighting an unseen force as their fingers tightened involuntarily on the triggers.

"I'll give you one last chance," Alex said, his voice cold and unyielding.

"I came here to wipe out every last Guise who's been doing filthy, dark things— murdering and hurting innocent people."

"If any of you still have a heart, if you hate what they've done as much as I do, then stand with me. Kneel now, and you'll be spared."

The soldiers shifted uneasily, glancing at one another.

Most of them had no love for the Guise family.

They hated the dirt, the blood, the screams of the innocent-but they were soldiers, government men. Orders were orders.

Defying the Guise family meant death. Until now, they had no choice.

But here, in front of Alex, they had one.

One after another, twenty-five soldiers dropped to their knees, some hesitating, others collapsing almost in relief.

The moment their knees touched the ground, Alex's power released them.

The remaining soldiers yelled in outrage, "Cowards! We swore an oath to protect Governor Guise!"

Alex snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the fifteen defiant soldiers jerked violently as their own guns swung upward.

One by one, they pulled the triggers, the gunfire echoing as they fell, lifeless, to the ground.

Alex turned to the kneeling soldiers, his expression cold and commanding.

"You twenty-five... today, you will help me to give justice."

He tossed a thick stack of documents onto the floor. "Read them. Every filthy crime the Guise family has committed is in there."

Norman Guise trembled in his chair, his face pale with terror as he watched his elite guards wiped out in moments.

That was all the security the government building had.

There was no one left to protect him now.

"Who... who are you?" Norman stammered, his voice shaking.

"What do you want? I can give you money-any amount you want!"

Alex scoffed, his tone dripping with contempt.

"I don't want your dirty money. I want justice. If you hadn't tolerated your son's

crimes, I wouldn't be here cleaning up your entire rotten family."

Norman's heart sank.

"Gilbert?" he whispered, dread creeping into his voice.

"What has he done? Whatever it is, I'll apologize, we can still make this right—”

Alex's expression hardened.

"What has he done? The same thing he always does-beating women."

He bent down, grabbed a handgun from a fallen soldier, and aimed at Norman's knee.

The shot rang out, and Norman screamed, clutching his shattered knee in agony. "Only this time, Norman," Alex said coldly, firing into his other knee, "he hit the wrong woman."

Grabbing Norman's hair roughly, Alex pressed the gun against his forehead.

"You've covered his crimes a hundred times before. Did you ever think to stop your monster son instead of silencing his victims?"

Norman wept bitterly, agony twisting his face.

"Please forgive me I'll stop him, I promise you!"

"Too late," Alex whispered harshly. "Justice has already started moving. For

Gilbert and your entire rotten family."

In about an hour, members of the Guise family began pouring into the government building from all corners of Paris.

Gilbert stepped out of his luxury car, irritated and confused.

He glanced around, noticing his uncles, aunts, cousins-even his grandfather- arriving with puzzled expressions.

"What the hell is Father doing, calling everyone here like this?" Gilbert muttered, annoyed.

An uncle approached him, visibly irritated.

"Gilbert, do you have any idea why your father's summoned us? He says it's

urgent. I had to cancel an important meeting for this."

"Me too," one aunt chimed in bitterly.

"He threatened to cut me off from the inheritance if I didn't show up. Who does he

think he is? The family wealth belongs to all of us."

Gilbert shrugged. "I honestly don't know what's happening."

Complaints echoed among the gathered family members, but all of them still reluctantly entered the building.

Five elite guards approached the group, stern and composed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please follow us to the waiting room. You will each be called individually. Once your name is announced, proceed alone into the main hall for an interview."

"I demand to see my father right now," Gilbert snapped, his patience wearing thin.

"You'll meet your father soon enough," another guard replied coldly, guiding about thirty members of the Guise family into a large waiting area guarded by armed

men.

Inside the waiting room, family members sat around, gossiping, scrolling through their phones, oblivious to what awaited them.

The door opened abruptly, and a guard announced sharply, "David Guise!"

David stood confidently, waving a hand adorned with expensive gold rings and an ornate watch.

"About time," he smirked. "Lead the way."

The guard escorted David through two heavy, soundproof doors. As he entered the main hall, his arrogant smile vanished instantly.

There sat Norman Guise in a wheelchair, covered in blood, his face pale with

terror.

Nearby, four people glared at David with pure hatred blazing in their eyes.

"That's him!" shouted an elderly man, pointing accusingly at David.

"David Guise wanted my grandfather's land to build his factory. When my grandfather refused, this monster had him murdered! And when I protested, he hired thugs to kill my wife and rape my daughter!"

"Same thing happened to me too," another voice joined bitterly.

"I went to the police, but they broke my legs and threw me in jail instead!"

All four victims trembled with rage, their eyes filled with years of pain and unspoken suffering.noveldrama

Alex stepped forward calmly, indicating a table laden with weapons.

"Today, justice finally comes for you. Choose any weapon you want. Whatever you do here will stay here. This is your moment for revenge."

An old man walked slowly toward the table, picking up a rusty machete. His eyes brimmed with tears.

"Even if I die today, at least I can tell my wife and my daughter I've avenged

them."

The others quickly chose knives, baseball bats studded with nails but none reached for the guns.

David backed away, panic-stricken.

"This is madness!" he screamed desperately. "Guards! Shoot these savages! Kill

them!"

But the guards remained still, their guns raised and trained solely on David. "One more step, and I'll blow your brains out myself," one guard warned coldly.

"Norman!" David shrieked, his voice trembling. "What have you done? Answer me, Norman! Are you going to let them kill me?"

The four victims charged forward, weapons raised, hearts pounding with fury and

grief.

David stumbled backward, screaming in terror as the machete swung down, slicing deeply into his thigh.

He collapsed, crawling desperately.

"Please! Please forgive me!" he wailed.

An elderly victim stood over him, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Forgive you? Did you forgive my wife when she begged for mercy? Did you spare her life?"

"You didn't!" he shouted fiercely. "You killed her!"

Their weapons fell mercilessly upon David, their anguished cries echoing through

the hall, drowning out his final screams.

Meanwhile, outside, hundreds of ordinary citizens were gathering-some poor, some weary, all victims of the Guise family's cruelty.

They whispered anxiously among themselves, unsure but hopeful.

"Is it true?" one asked cautiously. "Can we really get revenge today for everything

the Guise family did?"

Others nodded, eyes blazing with determination.

Many secretly clutched kitchen knives hidden beneath their clothing, ready for

their long-awaited justice.

On the opposite side of the building, oblivious and carefree, the rest of the Guise family members still chatted cheerfully in the waiting room@naware that soon they would face the wrath of those they'd tormented.

The two sides, unaware yet fated to collide, were destined to meet soon in the hall

of reckoning.