All Chapters of BLACK DRAGON CONTRACT: Chapter 31
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SERIES 3: THE DRAGON'S THRONE AND THE CURSE OF LOVE Chapter 31: The Godfather
VANDERBILT MANSION AT 06:00The sound of a buzzing blender breaks the silence of the marble-topped kitchen the area can be used for playing futsal.Marco Rossi stood in front of the kitchen island, wearing a black silk bathrobe. In his hand, he held a glass containing a thick, greenish-gray liquid. It was a mixture of raw egg whites, protein powder, spinach, and a high dose of vitamin supplements."Breakfast of champions," Marco muttered blankly.He downed the liquid in one gulp.GLUK. GLUK.No taste.No fishy smell of eggs.No bitter taste of spinach.Just a cold, thick sensation that slid down his esophagus, filling his stomach which never felt full. This is just maintenance. Machine maintenance. The System's modified body needed 4,000 pure calories every morning just so that its heart wouldn't stop beating due to running out of energy."Arcy? Are you awake?"Maria came into the kitchen. She was neat in white tennis clothes, her hair tied in a ponytail, her face fresh and beautiful.
Chapter 32: Hell Dinner
The dining table in the Vanderbilt Mansion was made of solid mahogany wood four meters long. In the past, this table was probably used by noble families to entertain grand guests.Tonight, the table only separated three people.Marco sat at the head of the table. Maria sat at the opposite end—so far away that they had to shout a little if they wanted to talk. Sofia sat in the middle, looking small and lonely between her parents.The sound of silver knives and forks clinking against porcelain plates sounded very loud in the quiet room.Ting. Kring. Srek.Marco cuts the meat lamb chop on his plate. He skewered the meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed.It felt like chewing on rubber slippers dipped in sand. Bland and gritty.But he swallowed. He had to swallow. Sofia is looking at it."Is it delicious, Dad?" Sofia asked quietly, breaking the silence.Marco smiled stiffly. "It's really delicious, darling. Our new chef is good at cooking.""His name is Chef Pierre, Arcy. Not 'new chef',"
Chapter 33: Port Operation
pier 4, NEW YORK 01:00A thick fog enveloped the port, mixed with the exhaust fumes of low roaring container trucks. The atmosphere that night felt tense, not because of ghosts, but because of the type of cargo that was being unloaded. Marco stood on a pile of containers, letting the sea breeze hit his face. He was still wearing the clothes from last night's dinner party—a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and trousers whose edges were stained with oil.The cell phone in his pocket vibrated.Caller ID: Edward Thorne.Marco picked it up."You said delivery next week," Marco said directly, without further ado."Plans change, Partner," Thorne's voice sounded cheerful, as if he was ordering pizza, not smuggling illegal weapons. "My client from the Middle East is impatient. The cargo ship 'The Volga' docked at your dock five minutes ago. Make sure the goods move to the truck without Customs sniffing around.""I've already bribed Customs. The problem isn't them," Marco glanced at the
Chapter 34: Isabella's Warning
BLACK DRAGON HEADQUARTERS 03:00The light of the computer monitor was the only light in the room, casting ghostly blue shadows across Marco Rossi's face.He sat in his leather chair, not moving. On the table, a bottle of high-dose painkiller pills lay spilled. Marco has just swallowed four pills, but his headache hasn't subsided one bit.This pain is not biological. This is the "rental fee".Every time Marco uses [King's Command] or forces [ColdBlooded Commander] to suppress his emotions, the System erodes little by little the protective layer in his brain. It felt like there was a hot needle poking right behind the eyeball.[MENTAL STATUS: 45!^ (STABLE BUT FRAGILE).][WARNING: USE OF CHEMICAL DRUGS IS NOT EFFECTIVE AGAINST SUPRANATURAL SIDE EFFECTS.]"Shut up," Marco hissed while massaging his throbbing temples. There seems to be more gray hair in his hair today.CLICK.The door to the room opened. No knock. Only Isabella Moretti would dare to enter like that.Marco immediately strai
Chapter 35: Sofia's School
ST. JUDE'S ELITE ACADEMY UPPER EAST SIDE 10:00The private elementary school is more like an art museum than a place for children to study. The walls are dark red brick covered in ivy, the floors are marble that is polished every hour, and the annual tuition fee is more than the price of a kidney on the black market.But this morning, the elegance of St. Jude's was tarnished.In the cafeteria that served organic gourmet food, there was a commotion. A tray of carbonara pasta was scattered on the floor.A fat boy named William Sterling—the son of a famous investment banker—was sitting on the floor holding his bleeding nose. He cried loudly.In front of him, stood Sofia Rossi.Sofia's small hands clenched into fists. His knuckles were red. His breath was ragged. Her hair ribbon was loose, and her expensive uniform was stained with sauce."My mother said your father was a murderer!" William shouted in between sobs, pointing at Sofia with a shaking index finger. "My father said your money
Chapter 36: Julian and His Obsession
HIDDEN BASEMENT OF A FORMER DOLL FACTORY, QUEENS 02:00 AMState Supreme Court Justice, Arthur Lawrence, woke up with a terrible headache and a musty smell that pierced his nose.The last thing he remembered was that he was enjoying a Scotch in his comfortable office, planning to sign the arrest warrant for Marco Rossi tomorrow morning. Then the lights went out, there was the sound of giggling, and the world went dark.Now?Lawrence opened his eyes. He was tied tightly to a rusty wheelchair. His mouth was plugged with a red rubber ball—like a clown's nose.The room was dimly lit, only lit by a single spotlight pointing directly at his face. All around him, shadows of broken old dolls (no eyes, no hands) hung from the ceiling, swaying gently in the breeze from the vents."Hmph! HMPH!" Lawrence tried to scream, but his voice was muffled by the gag in his mouth."Shhh! Audience please be quiet! The show is just about to start!"The voice came from the darkness. Shrill, cheerful, and compl
Chapter 37: Wedding Anniversary
VANDERBILT MANSION 8:00 PMTonight, Marco Rossi's palace shone brighter than usual.Spotlights swept across the Long Island night sky. Luxury cars—Ferrari, Bentley, Maybach—queue up the curved driveway. The red carpet was rolled out from the gate to the front door.This was Marco and Maria Rossi's 11th Wedding Anniversary Party.But for Marco, this felt like a funeral for his love that was held at a cost of one million dollars.Marco stood in front of the mirror in his spacious bedroom. He wore an ivory white tuxedo—Maria's request to match the party's "White&Gold" theme. Dia terlihat gagah, tampan, dan berbahaya. The gray hair on his temples actually adds to the charisma of a precocious leader.In his hand, Marco holds a blue velvet envelope.It's not a love letter. It contained a certificate of ownership of a private island covering an area of 50 hectares in the Caribbean Islands. Isla de la Rosa.Harganya? $15 Million."I bought a house, she's still not satisfied. I bought an isl
Chapter 38: FBI Dawn Attack
VANDERBILT MANSION AT 05:00 AMLast night's wedding anniversary party left a disgusting trail. Half-full glasses, wine stains on the white carpet, and the smell of stale alcohol floating in the air of the central air conditioner.Marco sat on the messy living room sofa. He hadn't slept a second. He was still wearing his crumpled party shirt, his tie had disappeared somewhere. Her Magnum revolver lay on the coffee table, right next to the uneaten piece of cake.Upstairs, Maria slept soundly—probably dreaming of Senator Thorne. Sofia is also sleeping.Marco is waiting.The system in his retina has been warning since an hour ago:[EARLY WARNING: MASSIVE MOVEMENT OF LAW ENFORCEMENT.][CONVOY DETECTED: 10 BLACK SUVS, 1 SWAT TRUCK, 1 HELICOPTER.][ESTIMATED ARRIVAL: 2 MINUTES.]"Just in time," Marco muttered. He grabbed his gun, hid it behind his back, then drank the rest of his tasteless protein shake.A low rumbling sound began to sound. At first it was like the buzzing of bees, then turn
Chapter 39: Maria's Doubts
FOUR SEASONS MANHATTAN HOTEL SUITEAT 14:00 (SAME DAY AS THE RAID)Maria Rossi sat curled up in the corner of the velvet sofa of the five-star hotel suite. She hugged her knees, biting her thumbnail which no longer had polish until it bled.In the next room, Sofia was sleeping—or pretending to sleep—after crying all day asking to go home.But "home" to where?To the house whose walls were broken into by the FBI? To a house where the furniture was slashed with knives? To the house that was now marked with yellow police tape?"Federal prison..." Maria muttered softly, her eyes staring blankly at the dead TV screen.Agent Parker's voice still rang in her ears like a broken record. Ten years in a concrete cell. Orange shirt. Stale porridge. No skincare. Without friends.Maria trembled. He's not strong. She is not an iron lady. She's just a poor woman who wants to live comfortably. He never signed up for the guerilla war against the United States government.The cell phone on the table vib
Chapter 40: The Hungry System
BLACK DRAGON SERVER ROOM - 11:00 PM"We're dead. We're dead, Marco!"Isabella Moretti, a woman usually as cold as ice, now screamed in frustration. She slammed her expensive keyboard, scattering its keys across the floor.On the six large monitors in front of her, red bars flickered at a terrifying speed.[WARNING: INTRUSION DETECTED][SOURCE: FBI CYBER DIVISION][FILE ACCESS: 98% COMPLETED]"They breached my last firewall!" Isabella shrieked, her fingers trembling on the trackpad. "Parker isn't messing around. He brought an NSA hacker team through the back door. They're siphoning all the data, Marco! Evidence of money laundering, bribery lists, CCTV footage of Silas's murder... everything!"Marco stood behind Isabella's chair. His face was expressionless, but his hands gripped the chair's backrest until his skin tore."How much longer?" Marco asked."Two minutes!" Isabella turned, her eyes wild with fear. "In two minutes, the upload will be complete. Once that data hits the FBI serve