Luther didn’t waste a second. The first strike had revealed fragments of the shadow syndicate, and he wasn’t about to let them regroup. Every second of delay was an opportunity for them to escalate.“Elara,” he said, voice sharp, “we go on the offensive. Not just containment but counterstrike.”“The nodes?” she asked, fingers flying across the holographic interface.“Every hidden node we found is just the tip of the iceberg,” Luther replied. “We hit the network, trace operators, neutralize infrastructure control points. We make them pay for testing us.”Satellites blinked to life globally, drones deployed over major cities, and digital threads extended into servers across continents.“Tokyo node secured,” Elara reported. “London, Berlin, New York… all still active but isolated.”“Compress probability fields on those nodes,” Luther ordered. “Force them to reveal themselves, then strike.”Within seconds, resistance spikes appeared on the monitors. Operators behind the nodes were reactin

The world had become a chessboard, and every syndicate piece was cornered. Luther stared at the holographic map of glowing red nodes and blinking yellow operators. The time for containment was over. The time for the final strike had arrived.“Elara,” Luther said, voice sharp and commanding, “lock every remaining node. Trace every operator. We hit all active locations simultaneously. Zero mercy, zero mistakes.”“Coordinates locked. Teams ready across five continents,” Elara replied, her fingers flying across the interface.Luther divided his forces into multiple task groups:Strike Teams Field operatives ready to neutralise physical threats, cyber Operatives that disable remaining nodes and sever digital communications, drone and Satellite Units..: they monitor and disrupt movements in real time.“We hit them like a storm,” Luther said. “Fast, precise, and everywhere at once. No chance for escape, no room for mistakes.”As satellites relayed live visuals and drones streamed feeds from

The night was silent in the command center, but silence was never safe. Luther’s eyes scanned multiple monitors, each tracking global communications, financial flows, and encrypted chatter.“Elara, pull up the latest signals from Eastern Europe,” he ordered.“I’m on it,” she replied, tapping into a cluster of faint transmissions. “Looks like a coordinated movement. Not random chatter this time they’re mobilizing.”“Mobilizing?” Luther’s tone was calm, but sharp. “Define the threat level.”“High,” Elara said. “They’re small, but precise. Operatives are armed, mobile, and well-funded. This is not a rogue cell it’s a tactical response.”Within hours, intelligence confirmed the strike: a small but highly trained unit had attacked a logistics hub in Berlin. The target wasn’t civilians it was a supply node once used by the syndicate, now repurposed under Luther’s oversight.“They’re testing us,” Luther said, leaning forward. “Small strike, low risk for them, high cost for us if we fail to r

The first rays of dawn hit Milan, but the city was far from waking. Hidden streets, rooftops, and underground tunnels were alive with movement most of it unseen. Luther stood in the command center, eyes scanning the live feed of every operative, drone, and digital trace.“Everything in position?” he asked, voice steady.“All units confirmed,” Elara replied. “Drones, ground teams, cyber sweeps all synced. The puppet master’s forces are mobilizing. They don’t know we’re ready.”“Good,” Luther said. “We strike fast, strike hard, and leave nothing behind. Precision first.”Luther’s teams moved like shadows. Drones offered real-time surveillance from all directions, and tactical squads infiltrated strategic areas, blocking escape routes.“Northern sector secured,” a squad leader reported. No high-value targets found; operatives seem headed to the central hub.Luther said: Watch, track, wait, and stay calm.The first wave took out rogue faction cells with surgical precision, leaving very f

The holographic globe in Luther’s Milan headquarters pulsed like a heartbeat. Every red node, every isolated sleeper cell, every traced financial account pointed to a single, shadowy epicenter. The puppet master had been a distraction; the real player was someone else entirely someone brilliant, ruthless, and untouchable… until now.“Elara,” Luther said, voice steady, “I need a full dossier on this architect. Everything we know and everything we can infer. I want patterns, aliases, and behavioral tendencies. If they’ve stayed hidden this long, we need to anticipate their first move.”“Already on it,” she replied, fingers flying over her console. “But there’s almost nothing. They’ve erased every personal trace, rerouted finances through dozens of shell companies, and left decoy operations on five continents.”“Then we make them react,” Luther said. “We expose the board so they can’t stay in the shadows.”The first trace of activity appeared in Dubai: a private terminal used to funnel