Chapter 35 - the phantom raid
Damon 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.
Damon breached the designated floor himself. He moved with the lethal, silent grace of a true phantom, completely bypassing the amateur security guards Vanguard 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 Evan’s viral code. Sitting at the center of the room was their arrogant leader, a disgraced former tech billionaire who thought he could extort the ghosts.
"You stole our data," Damon stated, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of absolute death that echoed through the dark room. "And you threatened my students."
"We... we didn't know it was you!" the leader stammered, raising his hands in sheer, humiliating terror as the laser sights of Damon's elite guards painted his chest.
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"Everyone knows who I am," Damon replied coldly, devoid of mercy.
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