All Chapters of TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 91
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This hunt will kill you
My heart swelled with pain as I looked into the television, my soul was shattered. If care is not taken, it will get to Freya's ears and that wouldn't be so good for me. Pain claws in my chest as I stood there, staring blankly. I never believed they could go this far to frame someone. Well, maybe this is how strong their network is. Of course their network was stronger than that.And as it stands now, he had just touched the lion's tail and was going to get it hot from them. His mind was troubled as he thought about Freya. He just hoped they wouldn't find her and the worst part, was he couldn't call her to explain anything to her. He had promised her to stop any illegal or bad business that would get his hand dirty, but here he was, going back to the same thing he promised her he'll stop.He was so pained and speechless because the moment Freya heard about this, he was dead meat. In fact, the peace he has managed to build was over.John walked in and pat him softly, his head heavy wit
Grave
Chapter Ninety Two: Breach in the DarkThe night around the headquarters had been quiet, too quiet. Angela was the first to notice it, sitting by the monitors with a cup of stale coffee. She frowned at the screen when the outer cameras blinked to static all at once.“John,” she called, setting the cup down hard. “We’ve got a problem.”Before John could get up from the workbench, the walls shook. A thunderous crack ripped through the underground chamber as the outer blast doors groaned and buckled. Dust rained from the ceiling.“Shit,” John muttered, reaching for his rifle. “They found us.”Angela was already moving, pulling her sidearm free. The next explosion blew the steel door wide open, fire licking the edges. Smoke rolled in, and through it came shadows—half a dozen armed men in black, the mark of the Iretti gang painted on their jackets.The first shots came quick. Bullets sparked off the metal walls, ripping across the room. Angela dove behind the console, glass shattering abov
The new hideout
The abandoned power station sat on the edge of the industrial district, far enough from the main road that most people forgot it existed. Its tall skeletal towers still reached into the sky, though most of the steel beams were rusted and eaten by time. Inside, the floor was scattered with broken glass and tangled wires, but Lucas saw something different in the wreckage. To him it was cover, it was silence, and it was a place no rival would think to search so soon after the chaos they had left behind.Angela moved through the hall first, her boots crunching on old concrete, her sharp eyes sweeping every corner with the steady instinct of a soldier. She carried herself like the place belonged to her already, but Lucas knew she was marking every weakness and every point of entry. John followed behind her, his arms full of equipment, a tangle of cables draped over one shoulder and a laptop bag pulled tight to his chest. He looked tired but determined, and he kept muttering about needing t
The hunt begins
Lucas knew the government had caught his scent the moment the alerts from his dark web searches started behaving strangely. Firewalls he had slipped through before were suddenly patched tighter, and the digital shadows he relied on felt thinner, too fragile to trust. He could almost feel the unseen hands closing in from across the wires. If he stayed visible, they would cage him in no time.So he did what he always did when cornered—he built another mask.By noon the abandoned power station looked less like a hideout and more like the headquarters of a legitimate enterprise. New signage covered the rusted gate, glossy papers stamped with a corporate seal that did not exist anywhere real. A shell corporation, clean and polished on the surface, its name chosen carefully: Orion Research Institute. On paper it was a cultural and historical consultancy funded by anonymous benefactors. In truth, it was nothing but a smokescreen to funnel money, talent, and resources into his hunt for Bronze
The ghost map
The linguist adjusted his glasses, pointing at the decrypted route on the screen. “This is incomplete. You can’t expect to find the artifact with half a code. You need a century map something that existed when these routes were real.”John frowned. “You mean one of those ancient relics people sell for thousands? How do we even know it’ll help?”The linguist shrugged. “Because these markers don’t make sense without their original reference points. I can only guess unless I see how it overlays on the real thing.”Angela leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “Or you’re just trying to get us to waste money on junk. Half the maps on the black market are forgeries. Best way to bait idiots desperate for treasure.”Lucas cut in, sharp. “We don’t have time to argue. If a map gets us closer, we’re buying one.”Angela’s voice hardened. “You don’t even want to verify the source first? That’s reckless.”Lucas glared at her. “Everything about this is reckless. The difference is, I don’t freeze wh
Rivals in the dark
The rain came down steady, drumming against the tin awnings of the rival compound. Lucas crouched in the shadows across the street, hood pulled low, every muscle still. His men waited a block away, but this part—this was his gift.He closed his eyes. The city noise faded into background static as he sharpened his focus. His hearing stretched past the rain, past the creak of the fence, until the muffled sounds inside the building sharpened like whispers in his ear.“…we found enough to trace the artifact back two centuries. The Ross line isn’t the only blood tied to it…”Lucas’ jaw tightened. So they already knew part of the history. That was dangerous. Too dangerous.Another voice cut in, deeper, colder.“If we secure the last piece, we’ll control the key. Nothing will stop us. Not Ross, not his pathetic crew.”A ripple of laughter followed, the sound sour in Lucas’ head.He opened his eyes, rain sliding down his face. His instincts burned like fire in his gut—if they had that informa
Next place we’re going
The air was heavy with pain. Lucas’s breath was shallow, and his heart thumped hard against his chest. His eyes were cold, and a sharp pain enveloped him. The room was filled with the metallic scent of sweat. He suddenly felt faint.He stumbled toward John. John’s eyes widened in shock and he rushed to him as Lucas dropped to the ground. The soft thud of his body rang sharply in the room.John screamed, his voice strained. Lucas was already still on the floor, and the others rushed to his side. Panic erupted in the room, and gasps flew around. Their hearts pounded, and they fought for breath. They shook his body violently, but he wasn't responding. Their frantic screams filled the air, and confusion rocked their minds."Come on, Lucas, Lucas, please wake up! Don't do this to me, please, I beg you! Wake up, not now, please, not now! Please, I beg you! Wake up! Wake the fuck up!" Angela screamed, slamming his chest hard, but Lucas remained unresponsive.His body was growing cold, and hi
The owner of Ross foundation
The silence in the room was heavy. Eyes darted at each other, and the chilling tension filled the air like a freezer breeze. Lucas’s heart pounded in his chest. John’s hand was tucked into his side, and his face was grim. The news was widely displayed on the television. Gean’s face was strained as the painful information was revealed: the news of the artifact lying peacefully in a vault beneath a wilderness had been leaked, and the media had picked it up and spread it to the whole world. The pain of losing information he had struggled for months to find clawed at Lucas’s chest. His fists clenched, and he gritted his teeth. He scanned the room, his eyes prying into the minds of everyone there, but he found no mole. But then, just one name rang a bell in his head: Toricello. The moment the name sang in his thoughts, he raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes, as if Toricello were standing right there. Angela turned to him, her brows furrowed. A smug smile tugged across the corners of L
Your plan is working
The room was a frenzy, all of them running helter-skelter, trying to save the burning equipment. Lucas’s voice roared in the air, cutting through the tension like a blade. Angela was busy with the water, trying to quench the fire that was burning the servers. The main server room was already in flames and couldn't be saved. All they had to do was save Gean’s server.John turned to Lucas. He knew Lucas knew who was behind this, but he was strangely quiet, acting more like he was planning something devious. And whenever Lucas planned something malicious, it always backfired on them, despite how successful it was for him. But the look on Lucas’s face was calm, deceitful as always. He just smiled and joined them.When the fires were out, he grabbed a laptop and saw the virus that had been implanted and corrupted the system. He immediately tried to fight it. “John, come over here," he commanded. The other hackers joined him too, and they fought brutally with the keyboards, typing their
I’m not the one
The room was thick with silence. Lucas’s eyes scanned the area. Angela paced softly, sticking to the original plan. John's fists were clasped, and he sat rigidly. The trio sat together, excluded from the other team members.The plan was simple—stage a fake meeting, acting as if they were discussing the next important step, just so the mole would listen.It worked."So, yeah, Lucas, when are we going to San Diego? We've confirmed that the artifact is there," John lied, his voice loud enough to be heard. Lucas smiled softly, his ears alert, just waiting for footsteps.Angela smiled smugly at Lucas. He turned to her, his eyes narrowed. "Well, yeah, we should be getting ready. We leave tomorrow," he replied, his voice cold. John nodded, acting serious.Just then, Lucas picked up soft, tiptoeing footsteps. He raised an eyebrow, and Angela knew exactly what it meant. Immediately, she dashed out of the room, but the fool vanished. She turned around and didn't see anyone. Lucas rushed out