Chapter 35 - the frozen coordinates
The precise, encrypted coordinates flashed brightly on Arthur's massive digital monitor. The hacker wasn't operating from a distant continent; he was hiding in plain sight. The signal was traced directly to an abandoned, heavily fortified subterranean vault beneath the city's old industrial district.
Emma and Arthur did not contact federal law enforcement. Bureaucracy would only give the syndicate time to wipe their servers and vanish into the shadows once again. The Sterling family handled their own threats with absolute, unforgiving finality.
They mobilized their own elite, highly trained private extraction team, moving under the cover of a massive, freezing coastal storm. The heavy, relentless rain perfectly masked their thermal signatures.
The syndicate's heavily armed guards, relying solely on their automated tech, were completely blind to the impending doom. Thomas, Arthur's father and the legendary head of security, led the charge.
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They moved through the freezing downpour like true phantoms, their tactical training flawless. They systematically bypassed the outer laser grids, preparing to rip the arrogant enemy out of the dark and deliver their lethal judgment.
👉 read part 36 to see the subterranean breach.
