Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 459

**Chapter 459: The Storm at the Shelter**

Philip shot Francis a piercing glare, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “Colonel Sutton, you should be mindful of your words,” he warned, his voice low and tense.

Francis responded with a chilling laugh, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Today is Commander Ball’s funeral. Are you all really trying to prevent him from being laid to rest? What is the point of squabbling now? I couldn’t care less about the disputes you all have up there. My priority is to give Commander Ball the honorable farewell he deserves.”

Philip clenched his jaw, the weight of Francis’s words hanging heavy in the air. He chose silence, letting his anger simmer as he fell in line behind the procession of soldiers carrying the casket, each step echoing the somber reality of their loss.

Just as Francis and his group departed, a convoy of eight military trucks rolled up to the apartment building, their engines rumbling ominously.

A squad of soldiers disembarked, their expressions as hard as stone, the air thick with tension.

At the forefront was Andrew, the very man Philip had doubted would make it here at all.

In his early sixties, Andrew bore the marks of age, yet his sharp intellect and vitality remained intact. He moved with a purpose, each stride exuding confidence and determination.

He lifted his gaze to scrutinize the towering structure before him, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he relished the challenge ahead. With a decisive wave of his hand, Andrew guided his team straight into the shelter, intent on executing his plan.

“First, we need to neutralize that troublesome Colonel Sutton. Then, we’ll bring Caroline and her crew upstairs. After that, taking control of Hornvale will be a piece of cake,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with authority.

Inside the shelter, a handful of soldiers on duty immediately recognized Andrew’s presence.

They were quick to respond, stepping forward to inquire about his intentions, but before they could close the distance, the twin soldiers flanking Andrew moved ahead with cold, expressionless faces.

In an instant, chaos erupted. Within mere seconds, four or five soldiers found themselves sprawled on the ground, incapacitated as Andrew’s group strode past them, unfazed by the scene.

Andrew seemed to possess an uncanny awareness of everything unfolding within the shelter. He led his team directly to the 40th floor, leaving a trail of knocked-out soldiers in their wake.

Panic gripped the shelter’s inhabitants. Doors slammed shut as everyone locked themselves away, fear coursing through their veins.

They sensed that something was profoundly amiss within the military ranks.

When Andrew finally reached the office, he wasted no time. Flipping through the papers strewn across the desk, he began issuing orders to his men with precision and clarity.

“First, incapacitate the soldiers Colonel Sutton left behind in the shelter and secure them. We’ll need them for negotiations later,” he instructed, his tone brooking no argument.

“Next, dispatch a team to reassure the residents here. Let them know there’s no need to panic. We’re taking over, but we have no intention of putting them in harm’s way.”

“Then, I want two soldiers stationed at the entrance. Await updates from Philip. If his side prevails, they are to bring Francis up here immediately.”

“And finally…” Andrew turned his gaze to the twin ability users who were always at his side. “You two, head to the 66th floor. Bring down the entire team, especially Caroline and Nelson.”

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