Chapter 22 - the phantom raid
Nolan didn't send a noisy army of street thugs to the downtown high-rise. He dispatched a highly specialized, absolutely silent tactical unit. They moved through the shadows with terrifying, cinematic precision, utilizing advanced thermal cloaking.
His lead security director breached the designated floor. He moved with the lethal, silent grace of a true phantom, bypassing the amateur security guards Julian had hired. He kicked open the heavy glass doors of the server room.
Five panicked, pale hackers scrambled backward, their expensive monitors completely fried by River’s viral code. Sitting at the center of the room was the arrogant French tycoon, desperately trying to reboot his ruined system.
"You stole our data," Nolan stated, stepping from the shadows, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of absolute death that echoed through the dark walls. "And you threatened my family."
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"We... we didn't know it was you!" Julian stammered, raising his hands in sheer terror as the laser sights of Nolan's elite guards painted his chest. "Everyone knows who I am," Nolan replied coldly, entirely devoid of mercy.
👉 read part 23 to witness the final judgment.
