Chapter 14 - the digital siege
adrien marched into the subterranean command center beneath the west wing, his black suit jacket discarded, his crisp white shirt rolled up at the sleeves. his top cybersecurity experts were frantically typing, trying to trace the origin of the massive, sophisticated attack.
"they are attempting to reroute our port logistics manifests, boss," the lead technician reported, his face pale with stress. "and they are simultaneously jamming our external communication lines."
adrien didn't panic. he possessed a terrifying, unbreakable composure forged through decades of surviving the underworld. "shut down the external grid," adrien ordered coldly. "isolate the servers. let them think they are locked out, while we track their physical signal."
he knew that professional hackers like the phantoms were incredibly arrogant. they would try to brute-force the connection, revealing their location in the process.
within minutes, the strategy worked flawlessly. the tracking software locked onto a heavy, encrypted signal originating from a luxury penthouse in downtown chicago. silas and his elite operatives were hiding in plain sight.
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adrien pulled his customized, matte-black handgun from the armory safe, his gray eyes burning with apocalyptic fury. the hunt was officially authorized.
👉 read part 15 to see the midnight raid.
