All Chapters of The Return of The Phantom General : Chapter 181
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Frozen Assets
"Withdraw all our funds from the main accounts right now, Benjamin. Sever every investment line and move it to the deepest offline crypto wallet you have."Alexander Hale's voice was ice-cold as he pressed the call button to his auditor. His left hand tightly gripped the handle of a carbon steel karambit knife, while his eyes stared sharply towards the penthouse entrance."Mr. Hale, what is happening. Why so suddenly." Benjamin Carter's voice sounded panicked from the laptop speaker. Brutal keyboard typing immediately followed. "The market hasn't closed. If we forcefully withdraw it now, we will be hit with liquidity penalties.""Forget the penalty," cut Alexander sharply. "Marcus found our listening device. Nolan Reed is tracking the frequency back as we speak. That sociopath isn't just an ordinary hacker. If he can breach our network, he will paralyze our entire war ammunition tonight."A stifled sigh was heard from the other end of the phone.
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The Butcher's Kitchen
"Check the kitchen and dining room right now. Use your night vision goggles. Don't let that bastard get out of this room alive."The heavy voice with a very thick Russian accent broke the pitch-black darkness of the penthouse lobby. Six hitmen from the Bratva syndicate spread out, forming a highly tactical fan formation. The lenses of their Night Vision goggles emitted a dim green glow amidst the pitch black. The barrels of their short-barreled submachine guns, equipped with silencers, swept every corner of the luxurious room."We divide into two groups," ordered the Mafia Captain in a sharp whisper. "Three men move to the study. Three men head to the kitchen area. Shoot anything that moves. He doesn't have any firearms."Alexander Hale hid in absolute silence. He crouched behind the kitchen island made of black marble. His left hand tightly gripped the handle of his karambit knife, while his right hand felt the surface of the built-in gas stove behind him
Limits of the Human Body
"Keep firing. Destroy that table until he's minced meat."The hoarse voice of the Russian Mafia Captain roared, overpowering the noise of the silenced bullets continuing to tear through the luxurious penthouse living room. The rainstorm from outside swept in through the completely shattered panoramic glass windows, soaking the expensive carpet and the furniture that had now turned to rubble.Alexander Hale crouched tightly behind the giant marble table that was his only cover. Pieces of white marble flew, hitting his face and shoulders every time the nine-millimeter caliber bullets struck the front of the table. Thick dust billowed, making his eyes sting and his breathing ragged."This marble wall will only hold for another five seconds before its structure collapses completely," Alexander calculated in his machine-cold brain. "I don't have a firearm. I'm running out of room to dodge. I must create an attack opening right now."His right hand, covered in blood from the fight in the ki
Plunging to the Depths
"Keep firing. Don't give him a chance to stand or breathe."The Bratva Captain's roar sounded hoarse from behind the suffocating clouds of gunpowder smoke. Hundreds of live rounds destroyed the marble table where Alexander Hale took cover, reducing it to chunks of stone and white dust.Alexander did not sit still waiting for death. His right hand scooped up a thick shard of table glass from the floor. He leaped out from behind the dust, throwing the glass straight through the neck of the third thug. Blood spurted heavily. Alexander rolled swiftly across the carpet, shattering the fourth thug's knee with a powerful upward kick.BANG.A nine-millimeter bullet sped from the blind spot of the fifth thug. The hot lead hit and pierced squarely through Alexander's left shoulder. The former emperor's body spun in the air from the kinetic force, then slammed hard onto the floor. An incredibly real, human pain made his vision go white instantly. Fresh red blood spurted, soaking his shirt. While
Freezing Rain
"They lost my trail in this rat hole."Alexander Hale's whisper sounded hoarse and panting. His breathing sounded like a wet whistle grating against thick fluid. He had just kicked open the basement access door that connected directly to the back alley of his luxury apartment. The rusted iron door hinges shrieked softly before opening wide.The incredibly brutal blast of London's night wind immediately welcomed him. A heavy rainstorm poured down, drenching his deathly pale face and washing away the fresh blood flowing from his temple.The former Shadow Emperor dragged his painfully throbbing right leg out of the building. He staggered into the pitch-black narrow alley. There were no lit streetlamps. There was no place to take shelter."A very expensive suit. Now just a dirty rag to mop the floor," Alexander said with a hollow laugh, leaning against a brick wall slippery with moss.He stared at his ruined midnight blue bespoke suit. His le
Street Surgery
"Wake up, you drunken bum. You're blocking my entrance and this dirty blood is staining my welcome mat. Go die somewhere else."A harsh voice and a light kick to the shin forced Alexander Hale's consciousness back from the abyss of darkness. His brown eyes opened slowly. The rain was still pouring down heavily outside. He saw an old, bald man wearing a rubber apron stained with animal blood holding a stiff-bristled broom.Alexander let out a stifled growl. He forced his body to roll over and supported his weight using his right elbow."I am not a drunken bum," said Alexander with a hoarse voice. He was panting. "Open the door. I need your operating table tonight."The old man narrowed his eyes. The neon light from inside the clinic illuminated Alexander's left shoulder, which had a hole in it and continuously spewed fresh blood onto the sidewalk. The veterinarian's face instantly went pale. He took a step back and gripped his broom tightly.
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Hostage
"A number that shouldn't exist on this phone. dares send me a message tonight."Alexander Hale muttered softly in the darkness of the smelly and cold animal operating room. His voice was hoarse, dry, and filled with vigilance. He pressed the open button on the disposable phone with the dim green screen.The small screen slowly loaded a low-resolution image. The details of the photo were more than enough to make Alexander's brown eyes narrow sharply.On the screen, Elena was visible. The woman who a few days ago stood elegantly holding a champagne glass in a golden silk dress, was now tied pitifully to a rusted iron chair. Her beautiful face was battered. Blackish-purple bruises swelled around her eyes and cheekbones. Her lips were split bleeding fresh blood, and her blonde hair was a tangled mess sticking to dried blood on her forehead.Alexander pressed the down button. A text message accompanied the horrifying photo."I know you are no
Bloody Preparation
"Keep walking to the end of this hallway that smells like rotten fish. Don't look back or the stray dogs there will know you are fresh prey."The old veterinarian's voice sounded very quiet and hoarse. The bald man walked in front, leading Alexander Hale's steps through a dark alley behind the closed flea market area. A light drizzle was still falling, wetting the muddy street filled with piles of cardboard and rusted shipping containers."How much further is the place, Doctor," asked Alexander with a very rough-sounding breath. His right hand continued to press his newly stitched left shoulder."Three doors from here. I must warn you one more time, Young Man," answered the old doctor while looking back slightly. "This man named Yuri doesn't care who you are. He only cares about the carat value of the gold you bring. Don't make sudden movements or his men will pump your stomach with hot lead.""I only came to shop, not to look for new trouble," re
Greeting Death
"This night wind is truly like an ice knife. How much longer do we have to patrol outside this rotten warehouse."The rough grumbling voice was heard faintly, cutting through the heavy rainstorm. A burly man wearing a thick black raincoat spat onto the seawater-flooded asphalt. He patted the barrel of the automatic assault rifle in his arms with a feeling of incredible annoyance."Shut your mouth and keep walking, Carl. Mr. Marcus is paying us triple tonight just to watch out for a street rat. Just focus on your weapon," replied his partner walking two steps beside him. The second man wiped the rainwater obscuring his vision."What street rat would dare come to the Old Port in the middle of a storm like this. This is the stupidest suicide trap. That man named Alexander Hale must have fled abroad with his money. He will never show up.""Our boss said he will definitely come. Mr. Marcus is never wrong in judging his prey. Don't let your guard down,
THE SHADOW IN WAREHOUSE FOURTEEN
"Who is there?! Answer me, you bastard!" roared Marcus Trent from inside the earpiece. His voice cracked with a panic he could no longer hide. His authority as a corporate ruler shattered instantly upon hearing the deadly baritone greeting his eardrums. "All outer perimeter units, comb the container stack area right now! Do not move alone. Create a tight formation. Find that rat and put a hole in his head tonight!"Caleb Thorne crushed the stolen two-way radio until its hard plastic cracked and shattered in his palm. He threw the electronic component into a muddy puddle beneath his boots. Heavy rain accompanied by lightning continued to pour down on the Old Port of Warehouse Fourteen, masking the sound of his heavy, hoarse breathing caused by his broken ribs."Spread out to the alley of Block B. Turn on your tactical flashlights," shouted a mercenary commander from a distance. "Carl is not responding to comms. This guy is extremely dangerous. Do not let him get near the main warehouse