Dr. Halloway marched into Vanguard’s main conference hall before dozens of foreign investors and media cameras. He slapped a bright yellow quarantine notice straight onto the glass demonstration podium with a loud bang. Seraphina’s face turned completely pale as the foreign buyers began whispering in pure panic."This is an absolute disgrace!" a wealthy European investor shouted, standing up from his front-row seat. "We cannot risk investing billions of dollars into a company selling contaminated medicine!" another trade delegate yelled angrily. Seraphina held the edges of the podium tightly, her voice shaking as she tried to calm the panicked crowd."Please, everyone, remain calm while we verify these claims!" Seraphina pleaded into the microphone with wide, anxious eyes. Suddenly, Julian and Chloe Sterling stepped out from behind Dr. Halloway’s inspection team with arrogant grins. They wore expensive designer suits, looking out at the flashing media cameras with victorious, smug expr

Dr. Halloway thrashed violently on the cold tile floor while his face turned a dark blue shade. His chest heaved up and down as his respiratory system began shutting down completely from the chemical fumes. His assistant doctors backed away in total horror, refusing to touch their dying boss.Chloe pointed a shaking finger at Dustin and screamed at the top of her lungs. "His dirty street jinx is killing the chief inspector right now!" Chloe shrieked hysterically to the reporters. "Arrest this evil criminal before he kills everyone in this hall!" she added frantically.Dustin stood in the center of the chaotic stage like an anchor of absolute calm. He reached into his jacket lapel with lightning speed and pulled out three slender silver needles. He did not need any complex hospital machinery or big electronic monitors to save a life.Dustin stepped forward smoothly and drove the three silver needles straight into Halloway's sternum. He focused a subtle thread of internal force through h

Julian thrashed violently in the cold, wet mud as three tactical officers pinned his arms behind his back. The steel handcuffs clicked shut around his wrists with a heavy, final sound that echoed across the street. He kicked his legs wildly, screaming curses at the top of his lungs as his expensive suit was completely ruined by dark filth.Inside the crushed sedan, Chloe shrieked hysterically through the shattered glass window, clutching her leather handbag tightly against her chest. "You cannot touch me, because I hold executive immunity from the provincial business board!" she shrieked at the armed guards standing outside her door. She pressed herself flat against the leather seat, weeping loudly in total, unhinged denial of her sudden downfall.Governor Vance marched straight up to the side of the vehicle, his face dark with absolute disgust and anger. He reached out his thick, gloved hand, personally ripping the jammed car door open with a sharp, metallic screech. "Your fake immuni

The grand ballroom fell into a hushed, expectant silence as the gala organizers quickly set up a central demonstration stage. Dozens of wealthy tycoons, medical scholars, and news reporters rushed forward to secure a clear view of the sudden challenge. Two terminally ill patients suffering from identical, unidentifiable neurological symptoms were brought out onto the stage on wheeled stretchers.Both patients lay completely motionless under white hospital blankets, their breathing shallow and erratic as the crowd watched. Dr. Kenneth adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, stepping onto the elevated platform with an arrogant smirk plastered across his face. Julian and Chloe Sterling stood right beside the stage, cheering loudly for their foreign medical prodigy with cruel excitement."Let us set the official rules for this diagnostic duel before everyone present tonight!" Dr. Kenneth announced loudly into the microphone. "The first doctor to correctly diagnose the underlying pathology and pr

In the dark hours before dawn, cold rain dripped off the rusted iron pipes of the main municipal filtration plant. Three heavy trucks sat parked in the dark shadows near the pipeline that fed the industrial district where Vanguard operated. Covert operatives from the Northern Ghost Syndicate stepped out of the vehicles, carrying heavy black barrels across the wet mud.The lead operative pulled a high-tech satellite phone from his coat pocket and pressed the speed-dial button quickly. "Mr. Sterling, we have reached the primary filtration valve for the industrial zone," the operative reported softly into the speaker. "Are you completely sure this compound will dissolve into the water without leaving any color?" he asked with a low voice.On the other end of the line, Julian Sterling let out a sinister, evil laugh that echoed through his dark truck cab. "Do not ask stupid questions, just pour every single barrel directly into the main pipeline right now!" Julian ordered flatly. "By the ti