All Chapters of The Ghost Consigliere : Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: The Sniper’s Trap
Twelve Hours Later. Central Sector, Saint-Bastian.Corrosive acid rain continued pouring over the elevated highway stretching across downtown Saint-Bastian. The heavy droplets created a thin metallic-smelling mist above the concrete asphalt suspended dozens of meters above the ground. Dim yellow streetlights flickered rhythmically, struggling helplessly against the suffocating darkness of the cold night. The city itself seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for a storm far greater than bad weather alone.Exactly eighty meters beneath the massive overpass supporting the transportation artery of Central Sector, an armored van with faded stickers sat hidden in silence. The vehicle had been deliberately concealed inside a dark dead-end alley, shielded by piles of wrecked cars and graffiti-covered concrete walls.Inside the cramped cabin illuminated by the dim glow of digital monitors, Elias sat upright in his wheelchair. The black Ghost Rot veins crawling along the left side of his fac
CHAPTER 62: Escape Inside the Steel Cage
The crimson infrared beams from dozens of thermal drones pierced through the van’s cabin, weaving a horrifying spiderweb pattern across The Trio’s faces.“Roman’s locked onto our coordinates!” Kael shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the deafening hum of drone rotors outside. “If we stay here, his PMC boys are gonna drop down from the bridge with RPGs!”Sloane wiped the blood from her forehead with a rough swipe. The former paramedic’s eyes burned with the pure determination of a survivor.“I’m not letting this van become our grave!” she roared.She twisted the ignition key. The van’s heavy diesel engine roared back to life. Sloane ignored the cargo net of steel chains wrapped around half the vehicle. She slammed the gear into reverse and stomped the accelerator.VROOOM! SREEEEKK-KLANG!The armored van shot backward. The massive steel net scraped violently across the asphalt, throwing sparks in every direction. Metal screamed against metal. The van’s roof caved inward even furthe
CHAPTER 63: Bloodied Oxygen
The silence inside the abandoned subway tunnel felt denser and more oppressive than the darkness swallowing it whole. The rhythmic sound of water dripping from the cracked tunnel ceiling became the only countdown to death for The Trio. Every drop splashing into the puddles below sounded like the ticking of a clock, reminding them that time had run out.Inside the badly dented van cabin, thick with the acrid smell of burnt rubber and gasoline, Sloane rested her blood-soaked forehead against the steering wheel. The former paramedic gasped for breath, her lungs tightening from the thin smoke filling the cabin. Her good hand trembled violently after ten straight minutes of trying to turn the ignition, only to hear the weakening whine of the dead starter.“The engine’s completely dead,” Sloane whispered in deep despair, her voice hoarse and on the verge of breaking. “The radiator blew when we slammed into that concrete wall. The front tire’s shredded to pieces. This van’s nothing more than
CHAPTER 64: Flesh Against Steel
Whirrrrrr... zrrrrt...The hum of the Mini-UGV’s electric motor grew louder, shattering the suffocating silence inside the damp subway tunnel. The mechanical sound was cold and merciless, announcing the arrival of a killing machine incapable of fear or hesitation.A sharp crimson infrared spotlight burst from the robot’s optical sensor, slicing through the darkness like a laser blade. The red beam swept across the moss-covered concrete walls, searching for traces of life, and within seconds it locked onto the lingering heat radiating from The Trio’s armored van.“Take cover! Now!” Kael shouted hoarsely.Despite the agony in his shoulder, he reacted instantly, yanking Sloane away from the shattered rear window. At the same time, he shoved Elias’s wheelchair with all his strength, forcing the crippled man onto the filthy cold floor of the van and out of the line of fire.TRATATATATA!The 5.56mm light machine gun mounted on the Mini-UGV’s steel frame erupted violently.Bullets screamed t
chapter 65: Hellhound
Grrrrr...The low growl rumbling from the throat of the dead Doberman echoed through the mouth of the tunnel, bouncing off the damp, freezing concrete walls. The sound was hollow, devoid of life, yet filled with something ancient and threatening. Its stiff jaws clattered violently, exposing long yellowed fangs and pale gums drained of blood.Inside the armored van parked roughly seventy meters away, Elias writhed in unimaginable psychological torment. His paralyzed body convulsed violently, forced to endure a burden far beyond the limits of a normal human brain.Possessing an animal’s brain turned out to be a form of torture without limits for human consciousness. A dog’s mind did not process information through logic, morality, or structured language. The world inside his host’s senses consisted only of sharp spectrums of scent, pure predatory instinct, and raw motor impulses firing at blinding speed. Elias’s awareness was being crammed into a biological processing space far too smal
CHAPTER 66: Rats Underground and Open Air
The air inside the subway tunnel had turned thick. Black smoke and lingering gunpowder residue from the UGV explosion drifted heavily through the darkness, choking their lungs.Kael Thorne coughed hard. Blood trickled once more from the graze on his cheek. “We’ve got maybe fifteen minutes before Roman’s PMC sweeps the tunnel. We need to move now, Sloane!”Sloane didn’t answer. She was moving quickly through the back of the van, emptying her tactical backpack and repacking only the essentials: bandages, painkillers, water bottles, the remaining shotgun shells for Kael, and several small sticks of C4.“If we stay here, this van becomes our grave,” Sloane muttered, staring blankly at her workbench, the computer dashboard, and the machinery that had served as their home.The Ghost’s symbol of resistance had been destroyed by Roman Vancroft.“Kael, pull the spare folding wheelchair out from under the rear table,” Sloane ordered, suppressing a groan of pain from her left shoulder. “I’ll car
CHAPTER 67: Setting the Chessboard
Two days had passed since their harrowing escape from the tunnel of death. Their physical wounds may have begun to close, but the lingering tension still hung thick in the air.A discarded 12-by-2-meter cargo container sitting at the edge of East Sector Harbor had now been converted into The Trio’s temporary hideout. Conditions inside were far from livable. The cramped space was suffocating, dominated by the sharp smell of sea salt, rotting rust, and stale sweat. The freezing ocean wind howled outside and forced its way through bullet holes and narrow gaps in the container walls, leaving its occupants shivering without any proper heating.At the center of the container, over an overturned oil drum serving as a makeshift workbench, Kael Thorne worked with the last of his strength.His shirt no longer resembled its original color, buried beneath stains of black grease and carbon residue. His right hand trembled violently, a painful sight for anyone who once knew his legendary dexterity.
Chapter 68: Total Blackout
The luxurious office tower in the Central Sector stood firm against the storm.The thirty-story building, whose upper floors were controlled by Roman Vancroft, did not look like a mafia headquarters from the outside. Its dark glass reflected the city's neon lights, concealing the multimillion-dollar cyber operations within.Inside the command center on the thirtieth floor.The room was frigid from dozens of air conditioners cooling rows of massive servers. There were no gambling tables or liquor bottles like those in Gideon's headquarters. Instead, military-grade tactical monitors lined the room, their screens glowing with flickering green graphs.Hundreds of small boxes on the primary monitor displayed the Heartbeat Sensor status of elite PMC troops stationed throughout the building, escort convoys on the streets, and the outer perimeter. The heart rhythms of those mercenaries were monitored in real time, forming a multilayered security barrier built from data, one that could not be
Chapter 69: Predator Behind the Blindness
Absolute darkness swallowed the entire command headquarters floor within seconds. Meanwhile, on the rooftop of an abandoned apartment building roughly ninety-five meters directly across the street, Elias sat motionless in his folding wheelchair. Torrential storm rain lashed mercilessly against his pale face, sending icy needles of cold through his skin, yet the crippled man did not blink. His concentration had long surpassed the limitations of his fragile body. His left eye, cracked with veins of Ghost Rot, had turned completely black, radiating a horrifying aura. This was the golden moment he had been waiting for since the very beginning of the plan.Roman's cyber-defense network had been crippled at its root, leaving the gates of death wide open for a supernatural entity like him.Kael had already killed one of the outer guards with a silent arrow in the western corridor on the thirtieth floor, just seconds before the EMP bomb detonated...The thought echoed through the silence of
CHAPTER 70: Echoes of Death
The darkness on the command floor of Roman Vancroft's headquarters had become absolute.The elite PMC soldiers did not question their commander. Soft, synchronized clicks echoed throughout the room as they removed their night-vision goggles and dropped them onto the carpeted floor.Now, dozens of mercenaries stood in complete darkness. Their eyes were blind, but their instincts had been sharpened to a lethal edge. They stood motionless, slowing their breathing, shifting every ounce of focus to their ears. They hunted the Ghost through sound alone, turning the thirtieth floor into a deadly echolocation chamber.Inside his dead host, Elias stopped moving just before claiming his third PMC victim.The god of death realized that even the slightest movement across the carpet would become a fatal clue. Roman had eliminated Elias's visual stealth advantage by blinding his own men. It was an audacious and insane tactic.Scrrrt...The boot of Elias's host brushed lightly against the uniform of