His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0600 "Fighter jet Aledandra, full throttle to Coconut Wind Island!" Alexander commanded from the cockpit, his eyes ablaze with fierce resolve.” Lord of War, reverse course at top speed.

Head for the Coconut Wind Island waters and scour the area until that islet is found!" "Spare no effort!" With a thunderous roar, the Fighter jet Aledandra sliced through the heavens, I accelerating to six times the speed of sound within seconds, hurtling towards Coconut I Wind Island.

Elsewhere, within the imposing walls of the Umbracia Hexagon Tower.

"Report!" A military observer, his head encased in a combat helmet, shot up from his chair in front of the satellite monitoring screen, his voice quivering: "Lord of War Alexander has

obliterated Bertley military base and taken out four-star General Hesberg!" "The satellite feed shows Alexander clashed with a mysterious figure in a black robe and seized a black USB drive!" What?! At the command center, Umbracia's top brass, Jameson and Wilton, locked eyes, fury blazing within them.

That was the last straw! They had made it clear: that was Umbracia's internal matter, to be resolved by the military, with Hesberg facing military justice! Alexander had the audacity to execute Hesberg himself? Despite Hesberg's grave crimes, he was still Umbracia's four-star general, a symbol of the military's might! "Forget the USB drive, it's our military honor at stake here!"

Jameson's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the satellite screen, his jaw set in anger: " Establish communication, I need to speak with Alexander myself, and I mean now!" A sharp crackle of static pierced the air.

On the forward satellite screen, the visuals shifted swiftly, bringing into focus a young, athletic man at the center, set against the high- tech backdrop of a fighter jet's cockpit.

Flanking him were Juno, the armored Duke of War, and the electronic strike team.

There he was, Alexander, in the heart of the Aledandra's cockpit. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Alexander!" Jameson, his weathered frame jolting upright, met Alexander's gaze through the screen, his voice seething with anger: "I've already made it clear, the Umbracia military will deal with this matter to your satisfaction. You had no right to kill Hesberg, and you've blatantly broken Umbracia's laws! "Doesn't matter if you're the Lord of War, or

A even the mightiest Lord of War on the planet, you're going to face the consequences. The authority of the Umbracia military is not to be trifled with!" In the cockpit of the Aledandra, Alexander remained stoic.

The authority of the Umbracia military? It was laughable! "Jameson." His eyes were piercing, as if cutting through the screen, fixated on Jameson's face, "Take these words to heart. The seas around Coconut Wind Island are off-limits to any and all forces, especially those of Umbracia! "Step over the line, and I won't hesitate to drop by the Hexagon Tower myself, to see if your four Lords of War can hold their ground against me! "I am unstoppable!" His arrogance was unbridled, his demeanor wild and imperious, a man who brooked no opposition.

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"Alexander, the Temple of War..." Jameson's lips quivered uncontrollably, his hands alternately gripping tight and then loosening in a futile attempt to calm himself.

His nails, though not sharp, threatened to break the skin of his own palms.

He was consumed by a towering rage, yet felt completely helpless.

Against any other adversary, even a threat from another nation, the Umbracia military would not hesitate—they would likely scoff at the challenge.

However, that time, they were up against no ordinary foe. They faced the universally feared Lord of War, Alexander, a man whose very I name could intimidate the mightiest of I countries. I ‘I don't have time for idle chatter." Alexander's eyes flicked to the radar screen before him, then back to Jameson on the comm screen, his voice icy. "You'd be better off checking for moles from the Black Maple

Organization within your own ranks.

"It's a disgrace that Umbracia, in all its glory, is oblivious to the betrayal of one of its top generals.” With a sharp click, the communication was severed.

"Your Lordship." I Behind Alexander, Juno, the Duke of War, was hunched over a portable computer, fingers flying across the keyboard, eyes glued to the I search results on the screen. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke up softly. I "The Lord of War ship has reached the vicinity of Coconut Wind Island.

"So far, there's no sign of them on the unnamed island. I suspect the magnetic fields are messing with our scanners.

‘We'll have to... find another way."