BOOM!The sheer force of the kick lifted Jackson off his feet! He tumbled backward, crashing violently into a stack of wooden crates, splintering the wood as he hit the cold floor with a heavy thud!"You bastard," a cold, familiar voice barked through the dark fog.Jackson coughed, gasping for air as he looked up through his blurry vision.Standing over him was Warren, Gerald Colton’s chief personal bodyguard and head of private security. Behind Warren stood four heavily armed operatives clad in full black tactical gear, their assault rifles raised, laser sights painting red dots across Jackson’s soaked leather coat.Before Jackson could even reach for his fallen knife, Warren flicked his wrist. "Take him."The operatives pounced on Jackson like a pack of starved wolves!They slammed their heavy boots into his ribs, kicking, thrashing, and stomping on his limbs with methodical, brutal precision! Jackson curled into a tight ball, screaming in agony as bone-crunching strikes rained down

Inside the sedan, the driver looked at the bruised, blood-stained teenage girl standing in the middle of a torrential downpour on an isolated highway. Panic flashed across the driver's face—a lone girl in the middle of nowhere looked like a classic carjacking setup.The driver slammed his foot on the gas pedal, swerving around her and speeding away into the mist, splashing wet mud over her legs."No! Wait! Come back!" Nancy wailed, collapsing onto her knees in the middle of the street.Two more cars swerved past her, their horns blaring aggressively, refusing to stop for a wild, blood-soaked girl in the storm.Nancy sat in the rain, weeping bitterly, her strength completely gone. She couldn't walk another ten feet. She knew that in a matter of minutes, Colton’s armed search teams would spill out of the port gates and find her sitting helpless in the street.Suddenly, a heavy, pitch-black military SUV emerged from the grey fog.It skidded to an abrupt halt right in front of her, its br

"Julian," Clara said, her voice tight with suppressed panic as the call connected."President Clara!" Julian, the Vice President of the global conglomerate Regime Group, answered instantly from her high-tech command room miles away. "I've been monitoring the harbor feed! Are you alright?!""I am fine," Clara barked. "Nancy escaped the warehouse, but I lost her at the main highway exit. Scan every civilian feed, traffic camera, and satellite sweep within a two-mile radius right now! Where is my daughter?!"A brief pause echoed over the line as Julian’s fingers flew across her keyboard."Checking now, ma'am..." Julian muttered, her tone suddenly turning gravely serious. "I have it. A traffic camera at Intersection 402 caught a young female matching Nancy's description entering a vehicle on the highway three minutes ago."Clara’s hand tightened around the phone until the casing creaked. "What vehicle?! Who owns it?!""The license plate is registered directly to the Colton Family estate,"

Nancy sat frozen on the edge of the plush leather sofa, the expensive fabric cold beneath her bruised legs. Her heart was beating like a trapped bird inside her chest, each heavy thud echoing in her ears.Opposite her, Gerald Colton tilted his glass, swirling the dark amber liquid. His posture was relaxed, comfortable, and completely in control. He looked like an affectionate father entertaining a guest in his home, but the air in the room felt heavy, dangerous, and thick with an unspoken threat."So tell me, Nancy..." Colton repeated softly, leaning forward just a fraction, his sharp dark eyes never leaving her pale face. "What on earth happened to you? And why were you running in the middle of a highway at such an hour?"Nancy’s fingers dug into her lap, twisting the frayed hem of her dirty school uniform jacket. Her brain worked in frantic, desperate overdrive. She knew who this man was now. She knew this was Tina’s father—the man who owned the guards, the man behind the terrifying

"Please..." Nancy wept hysterically, thrashing against the crushing grip of the two guards holding her shoulders. Tears and catarrh poured down her face as she begged for her life. "Please! I don't know what that is! Please don't do this! I beg you! I don't want to die!"She had no idea what chemical was inside that syringe, but she knew with absolute certainty that once it entered her blood, she would never wake up again.Gerald Colton walked over to her slowly, his polished leather shoes clicking against the floorboards.He pressed the plunger slightly, squirting a tiny droplet of the clear liquid out from the tip of the needle."So..." Colton mused, stepping right up to her chair. "Where is the story we are going to go with? Ah, yes... A tragic story. Some street thugs attacked young Nancy right outside her school, and both the girl and the thugs disappeared into the night. I am wealthy enough, powerful enough, to make that exact story fly in every newspaper across the country tomo