Roman's POV
The commandos that went to the main house found no one there and came to the lawn as well. which bought us more time to target them successfully.
We had already scattered, flanking from every direction. Every guard, every trained soldier under our command was now a storm of bullets and precision, cutting down anything that moved toward the side house.
They thought they had brought war to our doorstep.
But they were walking straight into hell.
I was certain that once all of this was over, we'd have far too many bodies to bury—our enemies', and unfortunately, some of our own.
As for these choppers... we'd keep them. A fitting gift from those who dared to invade our home.
Through the earpieces secured to our ears, Lucian's commandos kept feeding us real-time updates from various parts of the estate. Lucian himself relayed the situation from our side and issued commands with practiced precision, directing the counteroffensive like a seasoned general.
