The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340 No More Shooting

Maren cast a sharp glance toward Westley and the Marshall family’s elite forces.

In a matter of seconds, they raised their machine guns and lit up the field with relentless fire. A storm of bullets tore through the night.

Caught out in the open, the Williams family had nowhere to run. The ones leading the escape were the first to fall, their bodies dropping before they could scream.

“Ambush! We’re under attack!”

Panic swept through the Williams family when they realized their only way out had been entirely blocked.

“Where do we go? What now?”

“Machine guns outside, bombs inside–there’s no way out! We’re finished!”

“This doesn’t make sense! Who the hell would dare hit us like this? Cannons? Heavy fire? Where did this come from?”

“Is it possible the Slatinia military? Didn’t Mr. Williams mention the military would stay out of it? Why is this happening now?”

The Williams family stood in absolute shock.

Their opponents were armed with such devastating force and advanced weapons that any attempt to resist was instantly crushed.

“This is unbelievable, truly something else!” Lucien exclaimed, caught up in filming the mayhem around him, his eyes wide with awe. It was the first time he had ever laid eyes on a real battlefield, and the intensity far surpassed anything he’d watched on a screen.

“Make sure you capture everything. This footage matters. It’s not only meant to lift your family’s spirits but also to send a message to the other families in Voutsas,” Maren reminded him.

The implications were clear. Word of the Williams family’s failed assault would spread fast, and when it did,

the rest of Voutsas would be forced to choose a side.

If those families chose to back the Williams family just to protect themselves, it would create a serious problem But if they witnessed the overwhelming strength her forces had to offer, it might be enough to scare them into

staying out of it–or better yet, push them to support her instead.

“Understood,” Lucien responded, fully grasping what was at risk. “I’m starting to think the Williams family might be more hype than threat. With this kind of firepower, we could actually pull it off.”

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These weapons weren’t ordinary by any stretch. Units like this were usually reserved for high–ranking military operatives, not underground raids.

True, the Williams family carried weight. But they didn’t have this kind of tech. That was the gap Lucien couldn’t ignore–and he found himself feeling a lot more confident.

“Seriously, only your Marshall family would lose sleep over the Williams family. Lucien, do you even have a clue where all this firepower came from?” Westley called out, grinning as he manned a machine gun with obvious delight.

Lucien’s face tightened into a scowl, caught somewhere between irritation and embarrassment.

Yes, the Marshall family might have been cautious when it came to the Williams family, but Westley didn’t need to throw it in his face like that, especially not so bluntly.

“So where’d it all come from then?” Lucien asked, folding his arms but leaning forward anyway. He couldn’t deny he wanted to know. Civilians couldn’t get weapons like this.

“We took it from the Sovereign Underworld. Every last piece,” Westley said without missing a beat.

Ever since the Onyx linked up with the Angels of Death, both sides had been trading intelligence. Lucien had heard whispers, but now it made sense–the Angels of Death had admitted that the Sovereign Underworld had been arming them for a full–scale war against Maren.

“The Sovereign Underworld? Are you talking about the globally feared Sovereign Underworld?” Lucien asked, his hands shaking as he tried to keep the camera steady.

“That’s right! They’re feared as the strongest crime syndicate on the planet! And guess what? Ms. Morgan took

every one of these weapons from them all by herself! Pretty wild, right? Even their best fighters couldn’t lay a

hand on her. As for the Williams family? Compared to them, they’re not even worth mentioning,” Westley said,

puffing up with pride.

“My God, Maren, is that really true?” Lucien stared in disbelief, struggling to wrap his head around it.

He had always known how powerful the Sovereign Underworld was, their influence stretching across continents. And being the Marshall family’s heir, he was no stranger to the dark underworld where names like theirs

carried real weight.

The idea that Maren had not only faced off against the Sovereign Underworld but actually taken their weapons? That was something Lucien could barely wrap his head around.

Instinctively, he turned to her, needing to hear it from her own lips.

“That’s true,” Maren replied nonchalantly, giving a casual shrug.

Lucien’s breath hitched. For the first time, the fearless way she carried herself made perfect sense.

A shiver ran through him as he remembered his own attempt to kill her. The fact that she’d spared him left him feeling lucky to be breathing.

If the best assassins the Sovereign Underworld had couldn’t even scratch her, what chance had he ever stood? “You’re unreal! I swear, you’re officially my idol from this moment forward!” Lucien blurted out, unable to hold back his awe. “If I’d known what you were really capable of, I would’ve told my grandfather and saved myself

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