Chapter 33 - the invisible war
Dante didn't rely on the FBI or international cyber-security firms. He contacted the deep, hidden network of the New York underworld he still quietly controlled. He summoned an elite, ghost-like squad of brilliant, entirely untraceable hackers.
They transformed the grand mansion's subterranean safe room into a high-tech, military-grade command center. For forty-eight agonizing hours, the air was thick with tension as Emily worked seamlessly alongside the seasoned syndicate operatives.
"They are routing their IP addresses through proxy servers in Eastern Europe," Emily analyzed, her dark eyes reflecting the harsh glow of the monitors. "But their primary attack algorithm has a tiny, microscopic flaw. It's too aggressive."
Dante stood behind her, his massive hands resting gently on her shoulders. "Use their aggression against them, Emily. Build a digital trap. Let them think they're breaching our core financial accounts, and then lock them inside."
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Emily smiled, a cold, cinematic expression that perfectly mirrored the terrifying mafia boss. She executed the code, laying the perfect, invisible snare tonight.
👉 read part 34 to see the trap snap shut entirely.
