Santiago and his men stood in front of the mansion after they arrived, their eyes fixated on the grand structure before them. They examined it silently for a few moments before Santiago gave a subtle nod. One of his men stepped forward and moved closer to the gate. He knocked twice, and immediately after, he drew a pistol from his coat.They remained still in silence, the air thick with tension. Moments later, the gate slid open, and a guard stepped outside. The instant the guard emerged, the man raised his gun to the guard’s head and pulled the trigger.There was no sound at first—just the eerie stillness in the air. Then came the soft, rhythmic dripping of blood splattering against the concrete. Less than a second later, a loud thud echoed as the guard’s lifeless body crumpled to the ground.They dragged the body to the side without a word and stepped into the mansion compound. They moved swiftly, their boots thudding lightly against the marble path as they headed toward the entranc

"Zed Zimmerman. His name is Zed Zimmerman," Jack announced audibly, then immediately broke down in tears.Santiago turned around to face Lucas after he heard those words, but Lucas was already typing furiously on his phone. His fingers danced across the screen at lightning speed, eyes glued to it with unwavering focus.“Got anything?” Santiago asked, his tone edged with urgency.“There are a lot of people named Zed Zimmerman here in Sunderland, but I’m trying to hack into the system of the livestream platform to see if anyone with that name created an account recently,” Lucas responded, his attention never leaving the screen.“How are you sure he created the account recently?” Santiago pressed.“Well, when he joined the livestream yesterday, I noticed it was a new account. The badge attached to his name showed ‘Rising Star’… and that badge means the user is new to the platform,” Lucas explained, still tapping away at his device.“There’s no need for all that,” Jack suddenly spoke up,

"I said—where’s your fucking phone?!” Lucas barked, his sudden outburst making Jack flinch and instinctively point a trembling finger toward the corner table.Lucas turned to the table, spotted the phone, and strode over to it. He picked it up and turned it on. The screen lit up, demanding a passcode—but Lucas didn’t ask. His fingers moved swiftly, tapping a sequence, and within seconds the device was unlocked.He immediately opened the banking app. Another password prompt appeared, but just like before, Lucas bypassed it with ease. The app opened—and what he saw made his eyebrows twitch slightly.The account held millions—untouched, gleaming digits staring back at him.“What’s your PIN?” Lucas asked coldly, without even glancing at Jack.“Please, man… I only own a few thousand dollars in there. The rest belongs to the Vespa Association. I haven’t sent them their cut from the last two livestreams yet,” Jack stammered desperately.“Don’t make me ask again,” Lucas warned, voice low and

“At first, I thought it was just a random superbike, but upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn’t just any superbike..it was manufactured by Platinum Industries. Their logo was on the tires and also on the helmet the rider wore,” Mr. Damien articulated clearly, his gaze fixed intently on Chief Beckett, who stood there with a shocked expression carved across his face.“Are you sure about this?” Beckett asked, disbelief clearly evident in his tone.Mr. Damien turned his gaze toward Nick Campbell, who was standing quietly beside him. Without uttering a word, Nick powered on the tablet he held in his right hand and stretched it forward toward Beckett.Chief Beckett retrieved the device from him and immediately began examining the display. What played across the screen was security footage from the previous night. A man on a superbike had entered the premises of the company, his movements smooth and deliberate. He brought the bike to a halt just a few paces away from the building. His

"That bike..." Chief Beckett’s eyes widened as his gaze locked onto the motorcycle gliding into the premises.It was unmistakable.The same model. The same distinctive design as the one captured in the security footage. There was no mistaking it—this was the exact bike the culprit had ridden during the break-in.The engine purred softly before falling silent as the rider pulled the brake and brought the bike to a slow, deliberate halt. Without hesitation, Chief Beckett raised his right hand and signaled his officers. Within seconds, they swiftly encircled the man, who remained seated atop the bike, unmoving.Chief Beckett stepped forward with determined strides, his eyes narrowing as he drew closer. Behind him, Zed stood frozen beside Amanda, a look of confusion growing more defined on his face."What’s going on?" Zed questioned, his voice steady but laced with concern as he took a cautious step forward.Chief Beckett and several officers had already drawn their firearms, pointing the