By afternoon, the country no longer argued quietly, it fractured. Across every major city, giant digital billboards replayed the same viral footage repeatedly: Dorothy Black, a terminal Stage IV cancer patient, standing inside the neural chamber with tears in her eyes while monitors screamed around her.Millions watched it again and again. Some called it humanity’s greatest medical breakthrough, others called it the beginning of something terrifying.Outside Desmond's Laboratory, the crowds had doubled overnight. Rain still poured across the streets, but nobody cared anymore.People held signs high above their heads:“LET THEM FINISH THE RESEARCH!”“THE BODY CAN HEAL!”“SCIENCE EVOLVES!”Directly across from them stood another growing crowd shouting back:“STOP HUMAN EXPERIMENTS!”“WHERE ARE THE CLINICAL TRIALS?”“LIAM ANDREW IS PLAYING GOD!”Police barricades now separated citizens from citizens as much as they separated the public from the laboratory itself. And above all of it: New

The Presidential Residence had not slept for three nights. Rain still touched the tall windows softly before dawn while television broadcasts continued muttering about Liam Andrew, miracle recovery theories, ethics investigations, and possible federal intervention. Even inside the heavily secured private residence, tension lingered like smoke.Patricia Andrew sat alone in the family lounge wearing a silk robe over exhausted shoulders, her untouched tea already cold beside her. Every screen displayed the same thing: Her son.Some channels painted Liam Andrew as a revolutionary genius. Others called him reckless, and others were far worse. She muted another broadcast angrily after hearing the phrase: “Potential psychological manipulation cult”. Her fingers tightened around the remote. For the first time since this crisis began, Patricia looked afraid, not politically afraid, but maternally afraid. Because beneath all the public noise, she knew something nobody else truly understood: Lia

Shortly after midnight of the following day, Desmond arrived once again at Liam Andrew’s private penthouse, while Ezra followed silently behind him as usual. The moment the elevator doors opened, Scorpion was already waiting near the hidden tactical chamber. His expression alone told Desmond this was not another ordinary training night.“You found something?” Desmond asked calmly while removing his coat. Scorpion nodded once:“The files.”Desmond stopped briefly. Immediately, memories resurfaced from their earlier conversation a few weeks ago: About the minister of justice’s son he met during his swearing in, Barrister Edward, A.K.A Pascal in the underworld. Also the mysterious delivery before Liam’s accident.Scorpion activated the hidden chamber entrance while speaking quietly.“I had the Butcher continue investigating after our last discussion”The biometric wall opened silently, cold monitor lights illuminated the tactical room immediately. Ezra’s expression hardened slightly the

The tactical chamber remained silent for a long time after Liam’s recording ended.Rain continued crashing heavily outside the penthouse windows while the monitors glowed quietly in the darkness.Nobody spoke immediately, because the situation had become far worse than any of them expected. Not only had Liam suspected betrayal before the accident…he had already known the organization was compromised from inside.Scorpion finally moved first. He disconnected the video archive carefully before opening another secured operational system hidden beneath the main terminal. Multiple encrypted files appeared across the screen instantly; Humanitarian routes, convoy schedules, medical extraction records and safehouse movements.Ezra folded his arms while staring at the monitor, “So where do we start?”Scorpion’s expression remained calm, but colder now:“We stop thinking emotionally.”Desmond quietly glanced toward him, that sentence sounded familiar. Almost exactly like what Liam had warned in

Nobody spoke again after Desmond’s final instruction.“We follow quietly. No engagement unless absolutely necessary”Scorpion nodded once before turning toward the tactical terminal immediately. Ezra grabbed his weapon from the side compartment while Ghost Team tracking feeds expanded across multiple monitors.Moreno’s vehicle continued moving steadily toward the harbor district.Desmond watched the blinking signal silently.“Warehouse Seventeen”, everything kept leading back there.*********Nearly one hour later, three black vehicles entered the underground access tunnel beneath the industrial harbor.The convoy passed through multiple armed checkpoints before finally stopping beside a reinforced steel security gate hidden beneath an abandoned shipping warehouse.Desmond stepped out first. The place was different from Liam’s penthouse, it was made with only concrete walls, armed guards and silence.This was the real heart of Liam Andrew’s empire.Scorpion walked beside him calmly wh