All Chapters of The Return of The Phantom General : Chapter 151
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Racing Against the Numbers
"Three minutes is more than enough time to empty your master's vault."Caleb Thorne did not panic at all. His ice-cold eyes stared straight at the webcam lens still glowing red on top of the monitor. He picked up a roll of black duct tape lying on the corner of the dirty wooden desk, tore the end using his teeth, then stuck it firmly to cover the worn-out camera lens.The convex monitor screen still displayed a blood-red color. The data transfer processing bar moved forward at an incredibly slow speed.Forty percent. Fifty percent.Cold sweat flowed down past Caleb's temples. He had to remain sitting in this rickety plastic chair. If he pulled out his crypto flash drive before the transfer reached one hundred percent, the entire connection would be forcibly severed. Nolan Reed, the sociopathic hacker on the other end, would immediately obtain his anonymous digital wallet address and block the money forever."Sixty percent," muttered Caleb
Back Alley Brawl
An incredibly brutal pain immediately exploded through the former emperor's central nervous system. Caleb was forced to swallow a groan of pain in his own throat as his radius and ulna bones shifted sharply due to the deadly impact. His left arm hung limply, numb and instantly losing its motor functions.The dragon-tattooed thug grinned widely, lifting his steel bat again to deliver a second blow that would ensure this hacker's skull was crushed."You are dead, Rat."However, the thug forgot one important thing. He was facing a war general who had mastered the highest level of close-quarters assassination techniques. Caleb Thorne did not waste a single millisecond mourning his fractured left arm. His military brain remained as cold as ice. His perfectly functioning right hand shot out to snatch the worn-out computer keyboard lying on the wooden desk. With incredibly fast momentum and deadly surgical accuracy, Caleb swung the sharp edge
Hiding Like a Rat
"Die in this filthy gutter along with the rest of your arrogance."A stifled groan escaped Caleb Thorne's throat. An incredibly sharp and burning mortal pain had just torn through his military logic. He stared into the eyes of the thug leader, who smiled triumphantly after plunging the rusted screwdriver into his right thigh.Caleb did not waste time screaming. His left arm was already broken and useless. With the remaining strength in his right hand, Caleb grabbed a chunk of red brick lying in a puddle of rainwater. Without the slightest hesitation, he smashed the brick brutally right into the thug's forehead.Smash."That is for your iron gift," hissed Caleb with ragged breath.The thug instantly lost consciousness, falling flat on the asphalt with a torn and blood-soaked forehead. Caleb leaned against the cold brick wall, trying to regulate his chaotic breathing rhythm. Heavy rain continued to pour down on his body, washing away the blood flowing from his arm and leg.Caleb looked
Surgery Without Anesthesia
"Let's see how much pain you can endure, Arthur. Don't dare to die before I allow it."Caleb Thorne's voice echoed hoarse and desperate inside the dark cargo container. The rainstorm outside continued to batter the iron roof, muffling his increasingly heavy breaths. Caleb stared at a piece of dirty copper pipe in his left hand, then looked at the cheap gas lighter in his right hand."The great god of death is now playing with a small fire and scrap iron," cursed Caleb. He let out a hollow laugh, vomiting a little blood onto the floor. "You guys really made me fall to the deepest bottom of the gutter, Marcus. Elena. You stole my castle, my army, and now you force me to beg for my life inside this rusted iron box."Caleb pressed the gas lighter's igniter. A small blue and yellow flame flickered, blown by the night wind coming through the gaps of the container."This heat is not enough," hissed Caleb. He turned the lighter's gas valve to the maximum. "This iron must reach its boiling poi
Mr. Hale
"Three days hiding like a living corpse inside that iron box is more than enough."Caleb Thorne muttered softly while stepping out from the shadows of the port. The light drizzle was still wetting the city asphalt. The burn wound on his right thigh throbbed incredibly painfully every time his foot touched the ground. He was forced to shift his body weight onto a cheap wooden crutch he found at the garbage dump. His three broken ribs still hadn't healed perfectly, forcing his every breath to sound hoarse and short.The former Shadow Emperor walked down the most rundown district in the city. His clothes were dirty with mud and dried blood. He looked exactly like an alcoholic vagrant ready to die on the edge of the gutter. However, inside the pocket of his gray coat, lay a used laptop he bought from the black market using the remaining stolen money from the thug's wallet the other day, and a flash drive containing five million Euros.His limping steps stopped in front of a rusted iron do
The Predator's Skin
"Three millimeters of ballistic Kevlar lining behind Italian silk stitching. You realize this addition will make your suit feel a bit stiffer and heavier, Mr. Hale."The wrinkled-faced old tailor swallowed hard. A measuring tape hung around his neck. His hands trembled as they felt the broad chest of the well-built man in front of him."Flexibility is not my priority, Monsieur," answered Alexander Hale in an incredibly flat baritone voice. His eyes stared straight into the mirror before him. "I need this suit to be able to stop a nine-millimeter caliber bullet from close range without ruining the cut of its shoulders. Can you do it?""Of course, Sir. Our shop has served special requests from diplomats and high-ranking cartel officials for decades," the tailor answered quickly, bowing his head. "I will weave the protective carbon fiber into the inner silk lining. Your suit will look very elegant from the outside, but as hard as steel on the inside."
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Marcus's Panic
"You call me paranoid, Elena. Five million Euros vanished without a trace from a shadow account whose existence isn't even recorded on this company's official servers."Marcus Trent's shout boomed, bouncing off the glass walls of Vanguard Equities' executive meeting room. The man slammed his fist on the mahogany table before him so hard that the porcelain coffee cups shook violently. His face was flushed red, the veins in his neck bulging sharply, holding back an explosive anger."It's just money, Marcus. We still have all the assets of this company and all its majority shares," answered Elena with a high-pitched voice. The woman in the red dress crossed her arms, trying to cover up the panic beginning to creep into her chest. "There must be a hacker from a rival company who happened to find a loophole in your security system. Don't bring that dead man's name into our conversation again.""You don't understand, Elena," hissed Marcus, stepping closer to his
Bloody Souvenir
"This is impossible. He's dead, Marcus. I saw his bleeding head on the street asphalt with my own eyes."Elena's hysterical scream cut through the darkness of Vanguard Equities' meeting room. The woman staggered backwards, her feet tripping over a chair leg until she fell onto the thick carpet. Her hands covered her trembling mouth, her eyes staring in horror at the rows of white letters on the giant projector screen glowing blindingly bright."Shut your mouth, Elena. Stop screaming or I will silence you." roared Marcus Trent, his face flushed red.The man lifted a steel meeting chair and slammed it with all his might against the glass wall. The loud crashing sound echoed deafeningly, but the projector on the ceiling remained brightly lit, letting the threatening message continue to mock the two of them.Marcus pulled his phone from his suit pocket with violently shaking hands. He dialed the emergency number for the server room downstairs.
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A Piercing Flower
"Place that box on the table very slowly, Sarah. Don't make any sudden movements."Marcus Trent's voice trembled severely, a stark contrast to his arrogance a few minutes ago. He aimed his automatic pistol straight at the black box in his secretary's hand. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, wetting his eyebrows and the collar of his expensive shirt."Y-yes, Mr. Marcus," sobbed Sarah. The girl stepped forward with knees that almost gave out. She placed the box wrapped in black wrapping paper and a dark red silk ribbon onto the glass meeting table very slowly."Now get out of this room. Don't tell anyone about what happened here, or I'll make sure you can't find a job in this city again. Go." snapped Marcus.Sarah didn't waste a single second. She turned and ran out of the meeting room, closing the thick wooden door tightly behind her.Marcus swallowed hard. He kept his pistol aimed at the two-span-sized black box. His breathing raced. H
The Gold-Plated Invitation
"Panic always makes prey make careless moves, Gideon."Alexander Hale spoke with an incredibly flat baritone voice. He sat leaning back in the leather chair of his luxurious penthouse, staring at the encrypted laptop screen displaying a replay of Marcus Trent's pale face last night."You are right, Mr. Hale. A report from my inside man in that building stated that Marcus fired his two heads of security this morning. Your bloody screwdriver successfully ruined his sleep schedule entirely." Gideon Locke's crisp and highly respectful voice sounded from the phone speaker on the glass table."That is just the beginning of his long insomnia. Fear will make him close all the doors, but he cannot close his business from the public. I need access to look him directly in the eyes. Did you get the item I requested, Gideon?""Of course, Sir. My courier just placed a velvet envelope in your penthouse mailbox five minutes ago. It is a VVIP invitation to Vanguard Equities' annual Charity Gala tonigh