All Chapters of The Almighty Garbage Collector: Reclaiming My Throne: Chapter 31
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The Final Betrayal
The massive transport ships hovered above the Apex building, their glowing blue engines casting a blinding light across the rooftop as five heavy steel ramps dropped open all at once. [System Alert: Tribunal Enforcement Fleet has arrived.][Warning: Hostile combat units exceed twenty operatives.][Objective: Survive the supreme tribunal assault.] Grandfather Victor stood tall beside the main terminal, his face lit by a triumphant smile as elite soldiers in silver armor marched down the ramps with weapons drawn. The ten billion dollars had transferred successfully, and the global council was now ready to claim total control of Lagos. "You lost, Tunde," Victor said, his voice echoing lo
The Escape Route
A blaring red warning siren ripped through the cold air of the penthouse roof as the countdown timer on the terminal flashed in aggressive digital numbers. [System Critical Alert: Self-destruct sequence initiated.][Time remaining until facility detonation: Two minutes and forty seconds.] I stared at the screen, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. The entire Apex building was set to blow, and Ifeoma stood calmly beside the control console, watching the flames lick at Victor's fallen body without a single hint of fear on her face. "What did you do?" I demanded, taking a fast step toward her while the silver-armored guards stood frozen around us. "You just triggered the base self-destruct protocol! We are going to die right her
The Underground Bunker
The emergency dashboard lights flickered off, leaving our armored boat floating in total silence on the dark water of the lagoon. "The entire electrical system is dead," Ms. Alabi said, her fingers tapping a portable backup tablet that quickly died as well. "They did not just cut our power. They hit us with a localized pulse bomb." Commander Okoro stood up from the deck, pulling his heavy combat knife from its sheath with a sharp scrape. He looked around the dark water, his eyes scanning the shoreline for any sign of movement. "We cannot stay on the open water. If the tribunal sent an arrest warrant across Nigeria, every local patrol boat will be hunting us within the hour." I looked down at my phone. The screen was completely black, but the small GPS chip Ifeoma had sent me
The Price of Blood
The live video feed of Ife tied to a cold metal chair in a dark prison cell burned right into my eyes, freezing every drop of blood in my body. "Ife!" I shouted, taking a fast step forward and slamming my fist against the glass screen of the holographic terminal. On the screen, the masked man in the leather chair laughed softly, a low and cruel sound that echoed through our underground bunker. "You thought you could outsmart the global council just by blowing up a building in Lagos? You are children playing with fire, and now your little sister is going to pay the ultimate price for your foolishness." Ifeoma stood frozen beside me. For the first time since I had known her, the calm and calculating mask completely shattered. Her face turned pale, and her hands shook so badly
The Ghost of the Past
The face under the silver mask belonged to a man we buried twelve years ago. My feet stopped dead on the cold marble floor, and my breath caught in my throat. I stared at the man standing at the high judges' bench, my hands clenching into tight fists while the blood rushed in my ears. It was Uncle Ezekiel. He wore a crisp black suit, and a thin white scar cut across his left cheek from the fire that had supposedly killed him along with our parents. He did not look like a ghost. He looked alive, powerful, and completely in charge of the global tribunal. "Surprised to see me, nephews?" Ezekiel asked, his voice smooth and cold as it echoed off the stone walls of the underground chamber.
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The Decoy Code
A deafening alarm shrieked through the stone corridors of the mountain prison, flashing red light across the iron bars of my cell. [System Critical Alert: Unauthorized network intrusion detected.][Warning: Geneva vault encryption sequence compromised.] I pressed my ear harder against the cold wall, listening to Ifeoma's voice coming through the small security speaker. She was not panicking. Her voice was steady, sharp, and laced with quiet triumph. "The decoy code is running through their main server right now," Ifeoma said through the comms. "Ezekiel thinks he is unlocking our ten billion dollars, but the virus is eating through their firewall as we speak." "What happe
The New Chairman
The helicopter rotors cut through the cold Alpine air as we flew away from the burning mountain bunker, leaving Uncle Ezekiel and his trapped guards far behind us. I looked down at the snow-covered peaks rushing past below, but my mind was stuck on the message glowing on my phone screen. “The council is dead. Long live the new Chairman.” "Who sent that?" I asked, turning toward Ifeoma while holding the phone out so she could read the text. Ifeoma sat in the co-pilot seat next to Ms. Alabi, her face lit by the green glow of the flight instruments. She glanced at the screen for a single second, her dark eyes completely unbothered by the warning. "
The Ultimate Betrayal
The screen flickered with a bright white light as Ms. Alabi’s face appeared on the television monitor, smiling as she took a slow sip from her wine glass. I stared at her in total disbelief. She was the one who had helped us escape the burning Apex building. She was the one who had piloted our helicopter through the Swiss Alps. For weeks, we trusted her with our lives, our plans, and our safety. "You," I said, my voice shaking with raw fury as I pointed a finger at the screen. "You were working with the council all along." "Not with the council, Tunde," Ms. Alabi corrected smoothly, leaning back in her chair with a calm laugh. "The council was just a group of old men playing with toys they did not understand. I created the system thirty years ago. Victor and Ezekiel we
The Forbidden Vault
A bright flash of blinding light filled the London penthouse as Ms. Alabi's face vanished from the screens, leaving behind a chilling silence that pressed hard against my chest. She was not running away. She had led us into a trap from the very first day, playing the part of a loyal helper while she waited to seize the true heart of the syndicate. "She is in the Forbidden Zone," Ifeoma said, her voice cutting through the quiet room like a sharp blade. She did not look panicked or lost. Instead, her dark eyes narrowed with a fierce, cold light as she tapped her tablet to bring up a detailed map of Lagos. "That underground vault holds the original bloodstone core. If she connects my ten billion dollars to that relic, she will become the absolute owner of the entire network." C
The Final Choice
A wall of roaring blue fire erupted from the stone floor, blocking our path to the raised altar and casting harsh, dancing shadows across the underground vault. Ms. Alabi stood on the other side of the flames, holding her data drive steady as the glowing golden gemstone pulsed with wild energy. "You cannot cross the barrier, Tunde," Ms. Alabi called out over the crackle of the fire, her voice filled with absolute confidence. "This vault was built to protect the core from the very bloodline that created it. One step into the blue flame, and your body will turn to ash." Ifeoma stepped up beside me, her eyes locked on the floating gemstone. Her expression was completely cold, but I could see the wheels turning fast inside her brilliant mind as she looked for a way through the t