Before the auction bidding of the Hayden Empire, Star, and Eunice had been the talk in the city, with their affluence growing gradually.
However, things began to fall apart after they sold off their major business legacy due to huge incurred debt. Both women stepped inside the Liverpool Stock Exchange Centre, the reception from people was cold, unlike how they used to warm up to them. Eunice and Star suspected something more had gone wrong from how tense the atmosphere felt. They could perceive gossip, complaints, whispers, and murmurs from the lips and gestures of those around. Star whispered, her breath filled with concern, “Something doesn't seem right.” With a hitch of breath, Eunice nodded, wondering what the hell was wrong. They had gone to the Liverpool Stock Exchange to inspect their stock products— they invested millions of dollars into them with hope of yielding mind-blowing profits. The stockbroker who had been managing their stock products stepped forward; his countenance reeked of trouble. “I hope you've got good news?” Eunice blurted out, her breath unsteady. “We have been through a lot after selling off the Hayden Empire.” From the stockbroker's awkward demeanor, they feared the worst was inevitable. “Emm… Uh…” He stuttered. “Stock Values fluctuated so rapidly…” A surge of heart palpitations overwhelmed both women, their countenances soured in unprepared pain. Eunice’s tongue curled in frustration, “OMG! We invested hugely! This isn't happening!” Star broke out in lamentation, her tone weary, “This isn't possible.” “You gotta fix this now! We can't lose all our investments in the stock market.” The stockbroker’s tongue quivering, garnering confidence to break the worst news ahead. “I’m sorry but the situation isn't fixable… your stock investments were affected so badly and were bought out already.” In reaction, their bodies swarmed with hot quivers. The shock of their double huge loss struck them like a thunderbolt. “No!” Star snapped, flashing him bloodshot glares. Her forehead thrust with thick veins. “By who?!” Their heart-wrenching screams caught the ears of other stock enthusiasts in the center, and they knew for a fact that the Hayden family was in a crippling state— a deep financial mess. The stockbroker took three steps backward with a hitch of breath. “An unknown entity, a ghost company. They moved in overnight and began buying aggressively. No one knows who the main players are.” Eunice’s chest almost leaped inside her throat. The mocking stares from people in the center grew wider— the gossip about them amplifying. Being puzzled, Star desperately protested. “Pull out our remaining shares!” She demanded. The broker hesitated before shaking his head. “Ma’am… you don’t have any left.” She snaked her arms around her neck, her eyes brimming in shock. “You’re bluffing,” she cried out. Not only was the Hayden Empire sold off. Their stock products, every single investment to make the deal boom have been sunk and bought off by a ghost company. Eunice felt like a truckload of stingers had been dumped in her heart. She couldn't feel her legs anymore. “Who owns it now? All the stockings?” The broker swallowed hard, then pointed at the screen: the name currently displayed under ‘Owner.’ Star and Eunice followed his finger, and the moment they saw it, their breath hitched. Time instantly slowed in their senses, fear etched in their eyeballs The new owner bore the name: ‘Gabrielle Foundation.’ They shot a confused gaze at each other before whispering. “Huh? Which of the Gabrielle?” “Ours?” Suspense and tension thrust deep into their sensory organs. They haven't been that puzzled in their lives before. Star whispered in a stutter, “Could he… be the one engineering our downfall? Do you think… he is the invincible force behind all this?” Eunice chimed in, her voice quivering, “Hmm… I doubt, though. We left him financially milked, miserable, and unconscious in the street. Remember?” *** “Boss, we have sealed the stock business as instructed. We used Gabrielle’s name as instructed.” Margaret informed him with a delightful smile. The faithfuls had been working in the shadows with Achilles to ensure the Hayden's were stuck in pain. “Good. I chose the name Gabrielle to amplify their fears and trigger more questions and confusion. They might grow suspicious, but obviously, they won't believe the stripped penniless God of War would quickly assume such massive wealth and power to pull that off.” “Haha. I know how they think and will use that to my advantage to deal with them mercilessly.” Margaret smiled sheepishly, being proud of herself for saving Achilles after the accident. His shadow revenge has been top-notch. After saving the Prime Minister from an imminent assassination plot. Achilles' trajectory has been nothing but a suited comeback. Being in awe, Margaret inquired, “What's next?” “We’ll keep hitting The Hayden Family hard, but while on that, let's begin an investigation on The Cartel. Justice must be served and this has become my fight: our battle.” “My father's death and that of the Minister of Defense wouldn't go for nothing. I'll fight tooth and nail to fish out the malicious entity plotting to turn the country into chaos.”Latest Chapter
368: Convoy Siege
The gunfire came in short, disciplined bursts. Not wild or desperate but professional.Margaret’s convoy tore through the industrial district, headlights off, engines screaming as concrete walls and rusted warehouses blurred past. Gabrielle sat low in the back seat, seatbelt tight across her chest, her hands clenched together. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She watched. She listened.“They’re pushing us right,” the driver shouted: “Blocking the cross street.”Margaret leaned forward, eyes sharp, tablet glowing faintly in her hands: “Don’t take it. That alley is a dead funnel.”Another burst of gunfire shattered a side mirror.“They’re not cartel,” Margaret said into comms: “Their spacing is too clean. They’re trained to box, not spray.”Achilles was already moving through the night, boots slamming against pavement, breath controlled despite the pace: “I know,” he said: “That’s why they’re dangerous. Rachael, distance?”“Thirty seconds,” Rachael replied: “Hard push.”The lead SUV s
367: City Countdown
The city did not celebrate yet.Even after the broadcast ended, even after El Serpiente was restrained and dragged out of the studio, Cartagena remained tense, like a body holding its breath after narrowly avoiding death. Sirens echoed from distant streets. Helicopters cut across the night sky. People stood on balconies, phones in hand, whispering, pointing, afraid to believe it was truly over.Achilles stood in the studio corridor, Gabrielle wrapped in a protective vest beside him. He checked her face carefully, his hands gentle but precise, as if she were another fragile device that needed careful handling. She was shaken, but steady.“I’m okay,” she said softly before he could ask: “I really am.”He nodded once, accepting it. He knew better than to smother her strength. Still, he kept her close.Margaret’s voice came through the comms, sharp and urgent: “Don’t relax yet. We’re not done.”Achilles straightened: “Report.”“The explosives we neutralized were not the full network,” Mar
366: Public Threat
The studio lights burned hot.El Serpiente’s voice flowed smoothly across the broadcast, calm and rehearsed, the kind of calm that frightened people because it sounded reasonable. Millions watched across Colombia and beyond, unaware of the quiet war unfolding behind the cameras.Achilles stood just outside the studio doors, his presence hidden but absolute. He did not rush. He did not panic. He listened.“Foreign generals,” El Serpiente said: “operate above your laws. They bring violence and then call it peace. Tonight, you will see the truth.”Behind him, Gabrielle sat bound but unbroken, her posture straight, her eyes steady. Achilles caught her gaze through the glass for a brief second. She did not cry. She did not plead. She trusted him.That trust settled into Achilles’ chest really deep.Margaret’s voice came through the comms, controlled but tight: “Explosive signatures confirmed. Twelve locations so far. Transport hubs, plazas, waterfront markets. Civilian density is extreme.”
365: Urban Hunt
Cartagena breathed differently at night.The city glittered along the coast, lights reflecting off the Caribbean like nothing beneath them was wrong. Music drifted from bars. Traffic rolled on. Lovers walked hand in hand. To the outside world, it was calm.To Achilles, it was a battlefield wearing a smile.He stood inside a dim operations room commandeered from a compromised municipal building, eyes fixed on a live city map. Red markers pulsed across districts where cartel influence was strongest. Blue markers showed civilian density. Yellow flagged political interference.Too many yellows.“They’re shielding him,” Achilles said quietly.Margaret nodded from the screen beside him, her face sharp with concentration. “Three council members, two senior police commanders, and one federal liaison are actively delaying warrants. Paperwork traps. Jurisdiction loops.”“Bought or threatened,” Rachael added: “Possibly both.”Achilles leaned back slightly, folding his arms: “He wouldn’t hide in
364: The Collapse
The tunnel hummed faintly as Achilles advanced. Not from machines. From tension. The kind that settled into stone before it broke.He slowed his pace, every sense open. The walls here were newer, poured concrete reinforced with steel ribs. Purpose-built. This was not a hiding place. It was a kill corridor.Margaret’s voice stayed low in his ear: “Babe, charge signatures are everywhere. They’ve staggered them. Sequential collapse.”“They don’t want to seal me in,” Achilles said: “They want to crush me.”“Yes,” she replied: “And the trigger is manual.”Achilles smiled without humor: “Then someone’s close.”He stopped mid-step and knelt, pressing two fingers against the floor. The vibration was faint but rhythmic. A heartbeat that wasn’t his.“They’re waiting for confirmation,” he said: “Visual or audio.”He reached into his pack and pulled out a compact, palm-sized, matte black drone. He sent it forward, hugging the ceiling, its feed flashing across his wrist display.The tunnel opened
363: Tunnel Warfare
The lift screeched to a halt below the mountain, jolting Achilles and the steel cage hard enough to rattle teeth. He stepped out first, weapon raised, scanning the dark. The air down here was colder, heavier. Old stone. Old blood. This was not part of the public fortress. This was something older, hidden long before El Serpiente took power.“Surface secured,” Brig. Rachael’s voice came through the comm: “But we’ve lost heat signatures underground. They sealed the upper access points.”Achilles set Gabrielle behind a rock outcrop and keyed his mic: “They didn’t seal everything. They’re drawing us in.”Margaret’s voice joined, steady but tight: “Babe, I’m back in partial systems. This underground network isn’t on any official map. It’s military grade. Whoever built this expected war.”Achilles already knew. He knelt and pressed his palm to the stone floor. Fresh vibration. Recent movement. Not fleeing. Organizing.“They want tunnel fighting,” he said: “Close quarters. No air support. No
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