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Chapter 478
The Gulf of Arabia stretched beneath the night like a sheet of black glass — silent, deceptive, and vast enough to swallow every secret buried beneath its winds. A single private jet cut across that darkness, its navigation lights dimmed until they were nothing more than faint embers drifting through a moonless sky. It flew low, hugging the air currents like a predator stalking unseen prey. When the wheels finally kissed the abandoned coastal airstrip, the landing felt more like a ghost returning to earth than an aircraft touching down. The tires whispered over the cracked tarmac, stirring dust that had probably lain untouched for months. Chris descended first. Heat hit him instantly — furnace heat, the type that dried the throat on contact and coated the skin with a thin layer of desert grit. The wind carried the smell of brine from the distant gulf and the sting of sand scraping across the runway. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, letting the environment sink into him. Darkn
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Chris circled the map slowly, absorbing every detail. His eyes narrowed. “They’re not bandits. They’re a coordinated extraction unit.” Faris looked up, eyes cold. “They strike too cleanly. Too fast. They know where convoys will be before the convoys do.” Chris scanned the map, attentive. “Routes along abandoned smuggling paths. Old Bedouin trails. Valleys no one monitors.” “Exactly,” Faris said. “These men are ghosts. By the time anyone responds, they’re gone. They leave nothing behind — not tire tracks, not bullet casings, not witnesses.” Ethan frowned. “What about satellite footage?” Faris flicked his eyes to a frozen screen nearby — an image showing dunes shifting unnaturally, as if stirred by deliberate movement. “They use the environment,” Faris explained. “Sandstorms, rock formations, natural cover. They move like they’ve lived their entire lives hiding in these deserts.” Chris leaned over the table, tracing the pattern of red dots with his eyes. “But it’s not random.” “
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Farid’s eyes widened. “You want the real cargo to go through the dangerous path? Chris — that’s reckless. Beyond reckless.” “They have someone inside your company,” Chris said. “Which means the moment we move, the insider alerts the bandits. And the bandits will look at these two routes.” He pointed again. “They’ll assume the safe route carries the real cargo. And the dangerous route? They’ll think it’s the decoy. No insider would expect the real shipment to go into the fire.” Ethan folded his arms. “Works on criminals. Works on militias. Works on mercenaries. People always assume the safer route holds the goods.” Farid shook his head. “But they have enough manpower to split their forces. They could attack both.” Chris nodded. “True. But their recent attacks suggest a pattern. They commit heavy numbers only to the most predictable route. They won’t divide unless they’re forced to. And today, we’ll force them.” Farid paced, rubbing his forehead. “Chris, you’re gambling wi
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Trust me, Farid, I didn't come all the way here to lose to some rogue mercenaries who think I can attack my reputation and get away with it.” Chris declared in a strict tone. “You will face two groups!” Farid stated. “One stationed in the dunes, if you managed to escape them then there is another group hidden in the canyon. They use RPGs, mines, machine guns— nobody has ever made it past that so I can't tell you what lies next.” Farid rubbed his temples. “I still think this plan is insanity. But I'll try to believe you.” Chris stepped closer to him. “The only reason those bandits are successful,” he said slowly, “is because they’ve never encountered me.” His eyes were cold—merciless. Ethan nodded. “Trust him. I’ve seen him walk through worse.” Farid looked between the two of them and swallowed hard. “…Then God help them.” Chris smirked. “God helps those who help themselves. Today, we’re helping ourselves.” The truck engines roared to life. Chris walked beside the lead armo
Chapter 482
Ethan was infuriated and without hesitation, he fired his rifle towards the direction that the RPG flew from killing the bandits who was about to fire another shot. Chris looked around and saw that the other men in his group were being overwhelmed by the intensity of the current situation. He couldn't blame them as they didn't have battle experience unlike both him and Ethan who were top class trained mercenaries . t In order to relieve the pressure Chris pulled a cylindrical flash-charge from his vest, thumbed the pin, and hurled it in a perfect arc up the cliff. BOOM—FWASH! A blinding white light exploded. Half the bandits reeled back, disoriented. Chris sprinted toward the nearest incline at a speed too fast for any normal man. Sand sprayed behind him as he zigzagged up the slope, bullets snapping past him. He hit the first shooter with a brutal clothesline, disarmed him in one fluid motion, pivoted, and smashed the rifle butt into the man’s jaw. Down below, Ethan covered h
Chapter 483
Ethan sat on a fallen boulder, panting as he waited for Chris to climb down from the cliff and before him were the 10 of the captured prisoners kneeling before him. When Chris arrived, Ethan instantly got back on his feet and saluted him. “ Sir, these are the captives that managed to survive. I left them alive hoping we can extract some information from them.” With a dark and grim expression Chris looked at the ten bandits who were glaring at him back with disdain. “I know that you aren't just desert bandits. You guys are disciplined as if you have received intense military training so I reckon that you must be part of a mercenary group.” “We are not going to tell you anything if that is what you are expecting. Just so you know you will suffer the consequences of these because our people are going to overlook this incident.” one of the captives retorted back and Chris would scoff at his words. In a swift movement, he pulled out his pistol and shot the captive, shocking the rest
Chapter 484
The desert night lay over the industrial coast like a heavy cloak—silent, vast, and dark enough to swallow shadows whole. The refinery complex rose from the barren landscape like a metal beast, its skeletal towers outlined against the faint glow of distant city lights. Pipes snaked across the ground like rusted arteries, carrying the lifeblood of a stolen empire hidden from the world. Chris stood beside Ethan on a cliff overlooking the compound. Below them, floodlights swept across the sand, illuminating armed patrols circling a maze of warehouses and towering oil tanks. The smell of crude carried faintly in the wind, biting through the metallic scent of machinery. “This place shouldn’t exist,” Ethan said quietly. “At least not like this.” Chris studied the layout through night-vision binoculars—watchtowers, guard rotations, storage tanks, shipping cranes, and a central warehouse large enough to hide an entire city block. He lowered the binoculars slowly. “This is where the stolen
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Ethan nodded and followed Chris out of the room as they continued exploring the warehouse. They followed a metal staircase leading to an elevated office overlooking the entire warehouse. Its windows were tinted black, its door reinforced. The perfect place to hide something important. Chris and Ethan climbed the stairs slowly. At the door, Ethan knelt, examining the lock. “Biometric keypad. Not standard. Someone didn’t want guests."He pulled a thin device from his pocket, pressed it to the panel, and— Click. The door opened. Chris entered first. The office was pristine—cold, organized, clinical. A desk sat at the center with multiple monitors still warm, showing security feeds from around the compound. Filing cabinets lined the walls. A safe sat under the desk. Chris approached the monitors. Most showed oil tank levels. Others showed smuggling routes through international waters. And one feed displayed something that made his breath stop. A massive supertanker anch
Chapter 486
The safehouse perched atop a low cliff overlooking the Gulf of Arabia, a modest structure hidden among the undulating sand dunes. The faint crash of waves against the shore carried in on the night breeze, but inside, the sound was swallowed by the hum of laptops, servers, and the faint clicking of keyboards. Dust motes danced in the thin streams of moonlight slipping through the blinds, creating the illusion of stars trapped indoors. Chris sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes never leaving the screen in front of him. His mind was a tempest of strategy and calculation, sifting through the layers of deception and danger they had just uncovered. Ethan stood nearby, muscles tensed, scanning the perimeter through a night-vision scope—always vigilant, always ready. Cara, their invaluable intelligence analyst, had set up her workstation in the corner, a wall of monitors displaying satellite imagery, network logs, and intercepted communications. “This isn’t just a smuggling operation,” C
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Chris turned to look at Cara, his eyes ice-cold but burning with resolve. “First, we finish cataloging everything from the refinery. Every ledger, every digital transfer, every pipeline, every shipping route. Cara, I want it cross-checked, organized, and ready to leak. Not publicly yet. We use it strategically.” Cara nodded. “Already on it. We’ve secured backups on encrypted drives. Nothing leaves this room unprotected.” “I know that I can trust you.” cChrsi remarked in a confident tone, smiling at Cara. “ Ill be retuning back to washington as I have a summit to attend and I can't afford to miss it.” he added. Hearing Chris final declaration, Ethan nodded dutifully. “ Understood sir, ill get everything prepared for our depature..” he announced before leaving the room.And at that moment, Chris knew victory wasn’t just about survival. It was about exposing every deceit, reclaiming every stolen asset, and ensuring the world—and Steele—knew exactly who he was. The city of Washingt