Magnus stared at the door Oliver had just closed with a dark gaze.Silence enveloped the room for a few seconds.Hank stepped forward, looking at Magnus with a questioning look."Who is this Logan?" he asked. "And why does Oliver seem so angry at him?"Magnus walked to his desk, opening his laptop."I don't know much," he replied while typing. "But Oliver clearly has a personal grudge against this man."The laptop screen displayed search results, an article about Cloudreach Corporation and several photos of its leader.Logan.A young man with a handsome face but a cold gaze."Logan is the Chairman of Cloudreach," Magnus explained. "A large company that has grown rapidly in recent years. But other than that, I don't know much about him. Even the information I once got from Oliver wasn't very helpful."Hank looked at Logan's photo on the screen."Does Oliver have proof that Logan took Carlos and the others?"Magnus shook his head. "No. He was just speaking out of hatred. But,"He paused

Chen stepped inside with quick strides, a tablet in his hand displaying the latest data."Report, Sir," Chen conveyed without preamble. He placed the tablet on the large mahogany desk in front of Logan. "We have confirmed the identities of the three main victims tonight. Ray Welles, Casper Ron, and Jonathan."Logan stared at the tablet screen.His eyes moved quickly, scanning the profiles of those three people.A transportation businessman, a public idol, and a home technology genius.Samantha stepped forward. "This is not a random kidnapping for ransom, Logan. Whoever is doing this is shutting down the city's sight and hearing one by one."Samantha's analysis was sharp.Logan realized the truth behind those words.Their enemy was not only attacking physically, but paralyzing the social infrastructure and city security before launching the main attack."And their trail?" Logan asked.Chen swiped the display on the tablet. "An old industrial area on the northern outskirts, a sector tha

Logan's soft chuckle vanished into the increasingly cold night wind. From the darkness of the door and the broken window, new figures emerged.They were different from the previous attackers. These people wore all white clothes that contrasted with the dark night. On their heads sat large hats covering most of the upper face, while the nose and mouth were covered by tight cloth masks. Only their eyes were visible, shining coldly without emotion.There were about ten people now surrounding the room. They did not attack immediately. They stood still, like statues or ghosts. The aura they radiated felt dark and heavy. To an ordinary person, this aura would be very intimidating, as if death itself stood before them. But for Logan, this aura was nothing more than a passing breeze.Logan did not move. He did not take a fighting stance. His hands hung casually at his sides. He just looked at them with bored eyes, as if looking at a queue in a coffee shop, not a group of hitmen ready

The long ringing sound from the old speaker finally stopped.The small forest behind the property area returned to silence.Logan and Chen stood motionless under the dead spotlight pole.Their eyes combed the darkness around the pole, searching for traces of cables or transmission sources connecting that rusty speaker to somewhere.Chen moved first. He approached the iron pole, feeling its rough and cold surface.No clues."This cable is buried under the pole foundation," reported Chen. "We have to dig if we want to trace it, and that will take too much time."Logan did not answer. He knew it was futile.Chen tried walking around the stand area once more, hoping to find a transmitter or maybe a walkie talkie left behind.But the result was nil.Suddenly, the speaker atop the pole sounded again.This time it was not the mocking laugh of the mysterious man earlier.The sound heard made Chen's blood run cold.It was the sound of screaming."Help! Stop."The voice was hoarse, weak, but Ch

In a large dimly lit room, only illuminated by a few large candles placed in the corners of the room, an old man sat on a large chair that resembled a throne. The air there felt damp and cold, making the atmosphere even more gripping.The chair was made of black wood carved with intricate patterns. Its backrest was high, making the person sitting there look like a king.Old Ramon.His hair was all white, styled neatly back. His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were still sharp and full of ambition. He wore a long dark robe, covering almost his entire body.In front of him, a middle aged man stood respectfully. Ralph. His most trusted assistant."Report," Old Ramon's voice sounded heavy and deep, echoing in that large room.Ralph nodded. "The plan is running perfectly, Master. We have taken all targets. Samantha, William Ashford, Ray Welles, Henry Cold, Jonathan Damon, and Casper Ron. All are already in a safe place. They are tied tightly and cannot fight back at all."Old Ramon