Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 31 Aerial Attack

In a cemetery in the western suburbs, Elvis and Ashlee Gomez stood in front of a gravestone.

"Raymond, rest in peace here. We won't disturb you," sighed Elvis. The Gomez were now so broken, and it pained him.

Ashlee showed no expression. Raymond, don't blame me. In the car, Elvis was driving towards Gomez Mansion when his phone rang. "Ashlee, can you answer it for me?" he asked. He couldn't answer while driving, as it was unsafe.

Ashlee took out his phone. "It's Rachel. Do you want me to put it on speaker?"

"Yeah, that would be great."

As soon as she answered, Rachel's voice came through, "Honey, guess if our baby is a boy or a girl?"

Hearing her excited tone, Elvis didn't need to think twice. "It's a girl, right?"

On the other side, the soup was ready, so Rachel instructed a servant to deliver it to Sylvester's house.

She then continued, "Yes, it's a girl. Are you happy?"

"Yes, girls are more affectionate, "Elvis replied. They chatted a bit more before ending the call.

Ashlee, who heard that it was a baby girl, smiled mischievously. "Congratulations, big brother. A priceless treasure."

...

The soup was delivered to Lela, who was incredibly hungry. Charlie twitched his lips and pushed the soup towards her. "Here, drink it."

Lela looked up, revealing a satisfied smile, thinking that this guy was pretty decent. Her efforts weren't in vain. She saved him.

Sylvester came down from the study, dressed in a black coat, a tall and elegant figure. He saw Lela sitting obediently at the dining table, holding a bowl of soup and drinking it. She looked pleasant no matter how you looked at her. He walked over and caressed her small head. "Be good while I'm out."

Then he looked at Charlie next to him. "Charlie, watch over her." He didn't want her to get hurt again.

"I understand, brother." His sister-in-law would surely help protect her, too.

Before Lela could react, Sylvester's figure had already disappeared. Charlie looked at this beautiful girl and thought that she must be around the same age as himself, perhaps a little younger.

"Don't keep staring, Sylvester is gone."

Lela looked away and back to her soup bowl.

...

The Gomez' large airport hangar held over a dozen modified helicopters. Just beside one waiting helicopter was a black-suited bodyguard standing still. Michael stood with his hands behind his back in a sturdy outfit in front of a helicopter. When the crowd saw the approaching figure, they respectfully greeted him with, "Master Sylvester."

Sylvester nodded slightly and came to Michael's side. He took the sunglasses and mask that Michael handed him and put them on, then head directly into the helicopter, with Michael following closely behind.

Rows of helicopters took off, creating an imposing scene as they headed in a specific direction.

Inside the helicopter, Michael handed him a screen, and on the tablet was a striking red landmark. "Master Sylvester, we have accurately identified the location. It is within the borders of Cudada city, which is around three hundred kilometers away from our current position."

Sylvester took it and looked at the landmark on the screen, smirking. "I didn't expect them to be any good at hiding."

Cudada city, a peripheral city within a mainly mountainous area, sparsely populated, and cold. It was the most suitable place for these underground activities.

"Ironfist Holding Center's top investigators and the technical department are mobilized, and have searched extensively in Pliar. Pliar is not easy to hide in, and this is the Wolf Gang's only base in Pliar." Michael 's expression was serious, completely different from his usual silly appearance.

"Very well." Sylvester's fingers quickly typed on the keyboard and a green code appeared silently, breaking through the internal network of the Wolf Gang's base.

Soon, the computer displayed green lines shooting out from all directions, aiming directly at the central red landmark.

Another orange line marked the Ironfist Holding Center's remote artillery attack and the Wolf Gang's base in Pliar. Trenton Salazar personally presided over the Ironfist Holding Center's technical department. "Master Sylvester, the elite combat force of Ironfist Holding Center has assembled. The target has been locked down."

Sylvester adjusted the Bluetooth earpiece on his side and spoke with a cold and deep voice, "Send people to block these intersections. If anyone forcefully breaches the defenses, execute them on the spot." While speaking, Sylvester sent out the decoded route markers. Trenton received the message and immediately went to make arrangements. He couldn't help but admire Sylvester's brilliance. Sylvester's profile was as sharp as a knife, and he slowly caressed the dragon head ring on his thumb, revealing a sinister smile.

...

The air control around the Wolf Gang's base in Pliar had been breached, but only one person realized it, causing them to break out in a cold sweat.

"Max, there are helicopters coming from all directions. It seems like the people in air control have been dealt with. What do we do?"

"What?" Max, shocked, stood up from his seat and, after coming over, yelled angrily, "The people in air control are dead? How did we not notice?" "Yes. Now they are only seven kilometers away from us, and we..."

"Damn it." Max, a scar-faced man, showed an expression of bewilderment for the first time. "Find out who they are."

Another subordinate quickly reported, "Max, they are Gomez and the elite combat force of Ironfist Holding Center."

"Damn it!" Max slammed his fist on the table, causing it to shatter into pieces, leaving the two people stunned in their spots.

Max was about to lose his mind. "What the hell are you still standing there for? Retreat!"

"But the data inside the base and our inventory..."

"Do you fucking care more about your life or the merchandise?" Max felt overwhelmed. This was the ruthless Sylvester Gomez, and to make matters worse, there was the elite combat force of Ironfist Holding Center in Pliar. They directly bypassed the Wolf Gang's air control without any warning. They must have possessed internal information. If they were to confront them head-on, it would be like hitting a rock with an egg.

He took out an internal communication devices. "We are under attack. Everyone take out your weapons and retreat through each of the entrances."

After saying that, he quickly reported on his phone without further delay.

Without hesitation, he picked up an AK-47 and dashed out from a street corner. The other two exchanged glances and quickly grabbed their weapons and followed suit.

Max had just run out of the underground passage when he heard a loud "boom" behind him.