The Path Of A True King.-Chapter 19: Burned To The Ground. Kevin(2 )

Chapter 59

The night was eerily silent as Kevin and his men stood outside the rusted metal doors of the drug factory.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of chemicals, a sickly-sweet smell that reeked of illicit production.

Kevin cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders as he turned to his crew.

"No hesitation. No mercy. We go in, we clean house, and we burn this place down. Got it?" His voice was low, but it carried an edge sharp enough to cut steel.

His men 10 in total grinned in response.

Jax, the tallest and most imposing of the group, rolled his neck. "Been waiting to crack some skulls."

Vince, the wiry and cynical one, checked his pistol. "No fuck-ups this time. We take them out before they even know what hit ’em."

Milo, the youngest but possibly the most sadistic, grinned.

Kevin ignored the chatter. He raised his hand, signaling for silence. "Positions. We go in fast and hard. Guns first, fists second."

The factory’s security was lax—these men thought themselves untouchable.

Kevin kicked the door in with a single brutal strike, the rusty hinges groaning in protest as the metal slab crashed against the wall.

Immediately, the stench of sweat and chemicals intensified.

Inside, the first set of guards barely had time to react.

Kevin surged forward, slamming his fist into the nearest man’s throat before he could even reach for his gun.

The guard crumpled, gasping for air that wouldn’t come.

Jax barreled into another, sending him flying into a table of powder-filled bags.

The white dust exploded into the air like mist.

"Fuck!" one of the factory workers shouted, scrambling for a weapon.

Vince was faster.

A single shot rang out, and the worker’s head snapped back as he collapsed.

The echo of the gunshot shattered the brief silence, setting off a chain reaction of chaos.

The workers—most unarmed—screamed and scattered. But the real trouble came from the back room, where half a dozen armed men rushed in, their guns raised.

"Down!" Kevin bellowed, diving behind a stack of crates as bullets tore through the factory.

His men reacted instantly.

Vince and Milo returned fire, their shots precise.

Jax, too big to hide, simply roared and charged, firing his shotgun at close range.

The blast sent two men flying, their bodies slamming against the walls.

Kevin, crouched low, grabbed a broken metal pipe from the floor.

He waited, heart steady, eyes tracking movements in the dim light.

A man came too close, gun raised. Kevin moved like a viper, twisting the firearm from the man’s grip before jamming the pipe through his ribs.

The man howled, but Kevin was already onto the next.

Milo let out a crazed laugh as he vaulted over a table, his boots crashing down on a fallen guard’s ribs, shattering them with a sickening crunch.

Before the man could even scream, Milo drove his knife deep into his throat, twisting the blade as blood sprayed across his face.

Spinning on his heel, he ripped the knife free and pulled his pistol, firing two quick shots into another man’s chest.

The force sent the guard stumbling backward, his body slamming into a stack of metal crates before collapsing lifelessly to the floor.

"Fuck yeah! Keep ’em coming!" Milo roared, his eyes wild with bloodlust.

Jax took a bullet to the arm, the impact jerking his body to the side, but he barely flinched.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the nearest man by the collar and slammed his skull into the concrete pillar beside him.

The first impact dazed the guard.

The second broke his nose.

By the third, there was nothing left but a gruesome smear of blood and bone fragments dripping down the pillar.

Jax let the lifeless body slide to the ground, flexing his fingers as fresh blood dripped from his knuckles.

A desperate factory guard lunged at Vince with a crowbar, swinging wildly.

Vince sidestepped just in time, the metal bar whistling past his face.

He retaliated with a brutal kick to the guard’s knee, snapping it backward at an unnatural angle.

The man shrieked in agony, but Vince was already bringing up his gun.

One shot.

A single bullet tore through the man’s spine before he could even hit the floor, leaving him twitching in a pool of his own blood.

The last remaining guard turned and bolted for the exit, his boots pounding against the concrete floor in a frenzied escape attempt.

Vince exhaled, steadying his aim.

One pull of the trigger.

The fleeing man jerked violently as a bullet ripped through his back.

He crashed face-first onto the ground, twitching for a moment before going still.

Silence fell over the factory, broken only by the labored breaths of Kevin’s crew and the faint, erratic crackling of a busted fluorescent light swinging overhead.

Kevin ran a hand across his face, smearing a mixture of sweat and blood.

"Check the rooms," he ordered, his voice calm but edged with finality. "Make sure no one’s left."

The search was quick and efficient.

They found a few workers huddled in a corner, their terrified eyes darting between the armed men and the bodies littering the floor.

Kevin barely spared them a glance.

"Get the fuck out before we burn this place down."

Within seconds, they were gone, their panicked footsteps echoing as they vanished into the night.

Kevin turned to Milo. "Light it up."

Milo’s grin widened.

He pulled a dented metal canister from his bag, the scent of gasoline thick in the air as he began dousing the factory floor.

He hummed to himself as he worked, splashing fuel across workbenches, stacks of crates, and heaps of packaged product.

The pungent aroma of chemicals and gasoline mixed into something almost intoxicating.

Once satisfied, Milo tossed the canister aside and pulled a match from his pocket, striking it against his boot.

"Boom," he whispered with a manic gleam in his eye.

The tiny flame flickered in his fingers before he let it drop.

The moment the match kissed the gasoline-soaked floor, fire erupted like a living beast.

It spread in an instant, slithering across the ground, licking up the walls, devouring everything in its path.

The factory groaned as heat warped the metal beams overhead, the inferno gaining strength with every second.

Kevin and his men stepped outside, the fire casting monstrous shadows behind them.

The heat licked at their backs as they reached the street.

Then came the explosion.

A deafening blast sent debris flying into the night sky, flames bursting through shattered windows, sending waves of scorching heat rolling across the asphalt.

Smoke billowed upward, turning the dark sky an eerie shade of orange.

Jax grunted, rolling his shoulder as he glanced at his bleeding arm. "That was fun."

Kevin said, "We are done let’s send a message to Elijah."

The fire reflected in his unblinking gaze.