Hunger Unleashed

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p of fierce-looking, gun-wielding men, and then fired in rapid succession. Their screams of

organization. It was headed by a Navy Admiral. The Arrowheads were usually called upon whenever there were specific dangerous operations that were usually almost suicidal in description. They were the best of the best. What was different about Bradley’s current mission

big blow, Bradley had been even more confused because it was obvious they’d been betrayed from the inside. He had, therefore, made it his personal goal to find out who was behind their failed mission. Someone had to pay. In his quest to know the truth, th

ouldn’t include that information in his report because he’d be dead immediately he filed that report. He knew that the only way to expose such a high-ranking official would be to get some proof. Till he got proof that could put the corrupt general away, that illegal operation would continue to grow from strength to strength. He also knew that immedi

find that proof…a shed on a large estate that belonged to General Christopher Grupert. To say Bradley was surprised he’d been able to get that far without getting killed, would be an understatement. The person he w

…then silence. But he could have bet his last cent the bad guys didn’t know who he was. They only knew that someone was on their tail. He’d been very careful…at least he thought he’d been. Busted or not, however, Bradley had been determined to finish what he’d started. He’d quickly broken into the shed and gra

’s men didn’t stand a chance. Each man received a nice gun wound on the hand wielding their gun. If any of the groaning men was strong enough to grab his gun with the other hand, that hand got shot as well. Much as Bradley knew that most of those guys were in on the general’s shady deals, he also c

ou are a skilled marksman. What are you? A marine? SEAL? A mercenary? Vigilante? Come on, let’s talk.” The voice had become coaxing. Bra

. He let go of the rifle so that it hung at his side, and then drew out two FN Five-seven pistols which were famed for its ability to penetrate many types of body armour and could fire a hundred rounds per minute

tered as he stood up and began to pi

he property. He knew he had to act smart or get killed. Well, Lt. Bradley Jackson didn’t plan on getting killed. Definitely not before he