“No problem, Supreme Commander,” Barnes' voice came back, calmer now. "I'm actually calling for a full report. Our missiles and operations in the south are going according to plan. The targets have been destroyed. The casualties have been wiped out.“ Barnes connected with Damian, who sounded proud as he recounted everything he had done. Damian took a slow breath, holding back something like a wave washing over his head. ”Good. I want the details. Right now, Barnes, it sounds exciting.“ Damian continued with a slight smile.”I'll explain, Supreme Commander. First, I launched from three different points so it wouldn't be easy to locate. Second, my two field teams and I made sure no perpetrators escaped. Third, of course, there was one unexpected obstacle: a reconnaissance aircraft approached just before the explosion, and this surprised me a little because how could that plane be there all of a sudden?" Barnes said enthusiastically.“A plane?” Damian interrupted softly, his eyes fixed

Damian looked up and walked toward his bedroom window. He tried to visualize a rough map of the area he had already covered."The peak is quite steep. The only access road is a narrow dirt road guarded from two points, and there is an observation post on a small hill to the east. They used the morning fog as cover. There were eight to ten main guards per shift, equipped with light rifles and some body armor. There were also old-fashioned surveillance drones, not the latest models, but enough to trigger an alarm if there was a frequency spike. There was an electronic perimeter, but the signal was unstable due to the altitude. That's what Nick said, which made them feel safe and underestimate our abilities because they believed we wouldn't find them.“ ”That's all the information I need, Commander-in-Chief.“ Axel interrupted briefly, almost smiling through his voice. ”I can handle everything. Send the GPS coordinates now. I'll put together a team of two penetrators, one signal specialis

CCTV in another hallway showed Professor Harold, who had been staggering in the lobby, which everyone thought had collapsed. It turned out he was still alive. Despite being covered in blood, he forced himself to drag himself to the service elevator. And even more surprising, he was carrying a worn brown suitcase that was thought to contain confidential files.Madam Flower chuckled softly. “You see? Two suitcases. One metal, one leather. Two stages, two illusions. While everyone below was fighting over the metal one, the real actor was protecting the leather one.”Charlie grabbed his hair. “So this was all just a trap? The metal suitcase was just bait?”Damian smirked. “You're right. The metal suitcase was the spark. The real one has been with Harold all along.”On the screen, Harold entered the elevator with a trembling body, while the mafia and police were busy chasing the metal suitcase. No one noticed his departure.Megan gritted her teeth, then turned to Damian. “In that case, the

His hand reached for the headset on the table.There was static, then panicked whispers from the hotel's emergency communication channel. “Team Beta has fallen, we need help on the west stairs!” The voice was cut off by the explosion of a grenade.Morgan closed his eyes, listening to the remaining static. He wanted to respond, but held back. He wasn't one of them, not a regular security guard. He was just a “secret observer” with special access to CCTV, access that he had gained himself by manipulating the hotel's network system the day before the event began. His goal was simple, to try to observe what was happening, but now, his body refused to remain silent. He felt compelled to intervene. It was as if the stage was pulling him in so that he could lead the way to the truth.On the top left screen, he saw something that made his hair stand on end: a man in a dark suit, his face bruised, tied to a chair in a small room on the second floor. His breathing was heavy, his head bowed. Th

Damian stared blankly at everyone. “And isn't that more exciting?”There was a moment of silence. Everyone in the room knew that Damian was not one to shy away from risk. He actually enjoyed it. But there was a difference between calculated risk and deadly traps.Zion sighed. “All right, sir. So what's our plan?”Damian turned his computer screen back on and stared at the digital invitation. “We reply to this email. Just say I accept the terms. But with one additional condition from me: I decide where we meet.”His fingers typed quickly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.A few minutes after the message was sent, a reply arrived. It was short:“Agreed. I'll meet you at the place you choose. Don't be late.”Damian closed his laptop and stood up. “The game has just begun.”****That night, the city was engulfed in fog. Dim streetlights illuminated the cracked sidewalks, and the cold wind carried the smell of rusty metal from the long-abandoned railroad tracks. Damian stood under an o