2026-03-11 04:50:44"Call the police right now."
Victor pointed a shaking and furious finger directly at Malcolm. His face was entirely red with blistering rage. "I want this homeless fraud arrested for disrupting a public city auction," Victor screamed at the board members. "He does not have ten million dollars. He is a pathetic beggar." The head auctioneer nervously reached for his desk phone. He was intimidated by Victor and did not want to lose the billionaire heir as an investor. Before the auctioneer could dial, the doors of the boardroom swung wide open. Arthur Hensley walked into the room. He was the senior regional director of the National Central Bank. He was flanked by two heavily armed bank security officers. Victor immediately smiled in triumph. He recognized the senior bank director instantly. "Arthur," Victor shouted loudly. "Thank god you are here. This absolute trash is trying to forge financial documents at a city auction." Victor walked aggressively toward Arthur. He pointed back at Malcolm with a deeply arrogant sneer. "Tell these board members that this loser is completely broke," Victor demanded. "Tell them his account is entirely empty so we can throw him in a jail cell." Arthur stopped walking. He looked at Victor Hargrove with an expression of pure and unadulterated disgust. Victor was a minor client who held thirty million dollars at the bank. He was a loud and obnoxious rich kid. Malcolm was a hidden mega billionaire holding three billion dollars capital. Arthur completely ignored Victor. He did not even offer the arrogant heir a polite greeting. Arthur walked directly past Victor and stopped exactly two feet in front of Malcolm. Then the senior regional director of the largest bank in the country bowed entirely at the waist. "Mr Drayton," Arthur said. His voice was incredibly respectful and loud enough for the entire room to hear. "I brought the secure verification protocols you requested." The entire boardroom fell into a stunned and heavy silence. Victor froze completely. His outstretched hand dropped slowly to his side. He stared at the bowing bank director in absolute confusion. "Arthur what are you doing?" Victor stammered. His voice suddenly lacked all of its previous arrogant power. "He is my ex's husband. He is a live-in servant." Arthur turned his head and glared viciously at Victor. "Keep your mouth completely shut Mr Hargrove," Arthur snapped. His tone was laced with absolute venom. "You are speaking to our most valued premier client. Show some respect or I will personally close all of your bank accounts today." Victor felt the blood entirely drain from his face. Arthur walked over to the auctioneer desk. He plugged a secure encrypted tablet directly into the main projector system of the boardroom. "The National Central Bank officially guarantees the bidding power of Mr Malcolm Drayton," Arthur announced to the city officials. Arthur pressed a button on the tablet. The massive digital screen behind the auctioneer lit up brightly. It displayed Malcolm's verified checking account balance in massive bold green numbers. Three billion dollars. Victor stared at the massive projection on the wall. His legs instantly gave out from underneath him. He collapsed heavily into his leather chair. His breath came in shallow and frantic gasps. Three billion dollars in pure liquid spending power. Victor was currently worth thirty million dollars. His entire net worth was literally one percent of the cash Malcolm had sitting in a standard checking account. Victor was not even a speck of dust compared to the financial god sitting across from him. Caroline stood completely paralyzed next to the table. Her beautiful face was as pale as a fresh corpse. Her entire worldview shattered into a million jagged pieces. She had spent years treating Malcolm like a disgusting and useless parasite. She had eagerly divorced him yesterday to secure her future with Victor. She had thrown away a literal multi billionaire to sleep with a pathetic small time rich kid. The magnitude of her own greed and stupidity hit her like a speeding freight train. She felt violently sick to her stomach. Malcolm remained seated in his leather chair. He was terrifyingly calm. He looked directly into Victor's terrified eyes. "Thirty million dollars," Malcolm said smoothly. His voice echoed like thunder in the completely silent room. Malcolm raised his hand and looked at the stunned auctioneer. "My new bid is exactly thirty million dollars," Malcolm stated clearly. The board members stared at him in absolute awe. He was purposely overpaying by twenty five million dollars just to prove a point. Malcolm leaned forward and smiled a cold and dead smile at Victor. "I just spent your entire life value on a pile of ugly concrete," Malcolm said quietly. "You are absolutely nothing to me Victor." Victor opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His massive ego was completely eradicated. He had been publicly humiliated in front of the entire city elite. The head auctioneer swallowed hard. He practically slammed his wooden gavel through the solid mahogany table. "Sold," the auctioneer shouted frantically. "The property is officially sold to Mr Drayton for thirty million dollars." Malcolm stood up gracefully. He buttoned his dark jacket and walked toward the exit. He did not spare a single glance for the two shattered villains sitting at the table. He walked out of the heavy double doors and stepped into the quiet marble hallway. He needed to contact his construction crew immediately. The apocalypse was exactly twenty nine days away. He heard desperate and frantic footsteps echoing behind him. "Malcolm please wait." Caroline ran out of the boardroom. Tears were streaming heavily down ruining her perfectly powdered face. She reached out and desperately grabbed his jacket sleeve. "Malcolm, we made a terrible mistake," Caroline cried. Her voice was trembling with pathetic desperation. "Victor manipulated me. He forced me to sign those divorce papers yesterday." Malcolm stopped walking. He looked down at the hand grabbing his sleeve. He remembered how she had casually typed a text message on her phone while he froze to death outside her window. Malcolm violently yanked his arm away. He brushed his sleeve exactly where she had touched him as if wiping away a disgusting disease. "Do not ever touch me again," Malcolm said. His voice was so utterly devoid of human warmth that Caroline recoiled in terror. He turned his back on her completely. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Ironcrest Holdings. "The property is officially secured," Malcolm said into the phone as he walked toward the exit. "Bring the heavy machinery right now. Start the geothermal drill immediately.”
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Zero Bait
The glowing red dot pulsed on the primary digital monitor like a rhythmic heartbeat.Malcolm stood in the center of the command center and stared at the confiscated Vanguard radio plugged into the diagnostic port. The artificial intelligence mapped the invisible transmission protocol. The tiny silver microchip embedded inside the military hardware was executing a forced broad spectrum broadcast. It bypassed the localized city frequencies and beamed the exact GPS coordinates of the Leviathan directly to the orbital satellites above the winter storms."The Trojan program secured root access to the auxiliary array," the artificial intelligence chimed through the pristine acoustic speakers. "The transmission origin is exposed. Shall I sever the connection and destroy the hardware."Malcolm rested his scarred hands on the edge of the mahogany desk. He watched the red dot broadcast their precise location across the globe. A lesser tactician would crush the microchip and plunge the mobile fo
Zero Delay
Varga paced the polished white tiles of the Chimera Vault. The blood drying on his torn winter coat felt stiff and heavy against his bruised skin. He ignored the towering glass cylinders filled with dead mutated prisoners. Those biological failures no longer mattered. His entire reign as the supreme warlord of the city evaporated the moment the three shadowed figures on the communication terminal revoked his command.Dr. Aris scrambled around the central server banks. The terrified scientist yanked thick black cables from the primary console and shoved rectangular data drives into reinforced metal lockboxes. He worked with frantic sloppy haste. He dropped a bundle of fiber optic wires onto the floor and cursed under his breath."Secure the viral sequencing data first," Varga ordered. He stopped pacing and leaned against a cold steel diagnostic table. "If The State insertion team arrives and finds the primary research corrupted they will execute everyone in this room before they even a
Zero Cloud
"Place your tactical radios on the desk."Malcolm issued the directive the moment the heavy medical bay doors sealed. He stood in the center of the command center and held out his scarred hand. The stunning revelation regarding the man made apocalypse still hung heavy in the warm air but he refused to let the existential horror slow his momentum. The architects of the frozen world were sending elite reinforcements to the city and the Leviathan needed actionable intelligence to intercept them.Sergeant Wallace hesitated for a fraction of a second. He looked down at the heavy black communication unit strapped to his chest rig. The radio was his only tether to the federal military structure he served for five long years."The Vanguard frequencies are encrypted," Wallace warned the billionaire. He unclipped the heavy plastic device and handed it over. "General Varga rotates the cipher keys every twelve hours to prevent civilian scavengers from eavesdropping on troop movements. The hardwar
Zero Fear
Malcolm tapped the numeric sequence into the glowing blue console. The primary navigation map shifted and zoomed in on the ruined financial district. The coordinates locked onto the subterranean footprint of the Metropolitan Bank building. The Leviathan hummed as the artificial intelligence charted the optimal path through the snow covered streets.Kira watched the red destination marker blink on the digital display. The immediate threat of the feral horde was gone but a heavy dread settled in her stomach. She turned away from the tactical map and walked back down the quiet corridor toward the medical bay.She needed to know exactly what waited for them at the end of the road.Sergeant Wallace sat on the edge of the stainless steel examination table. The thick bandages wrapped around his arm were stained with fresh blood. Private Jenkins and Corporal Miller slept on the adjacent cots. The massive adrenaline crash dragged the two young soldiers into a deep state of physical unconscious
Zero Price
More than a dozen Vanguard soldiers poured from the dark recesses of the Solt Warehouse.Sergeant Wallace led the frantic charge down the concrete ramp toward the towering gray fortress. The men hid inside the cold storage lockers when the Alpha mutants originally breached the facility. The sudden arrival of the Leviathan and the deafening roar of the railguns offered a fragile window of escape. They abandoned their hiding spots and sprinted for the open airlock doors.The window of survival closed before half the squad reached the street.A terrifying chorus of feral shrieks echoed from the narrow alleyway bordering the loading docks. Hundreds of infected zombies bypassed the pulverized remains of the front line and flanked the retreating soldiers. The beasts dropped from the rusted fire escapes and poured through the shattered side windows of the supply depot.The horde crashed into the vulnerable flank of the Vanguard formation like a wave of rotting meat.The slaughter unfolded wi
Zero Stoppage
"The beast is trying to tear the airlock open."Kira gripped her assault rifle and backed away from the reinforced viewport. The Alpha mutant clung to the side of the Leviathan command center. The beast survived the crushing treads by scaling the front grill of the moving fortress. Now the infected monster dug its bone claws into the seams of the exterior titanium doors.The Leviathan continued its slow crawl across the Fulton Street intersection. The dark ruins of the Solt Warehouse loomed just twenty yards away.A sickening crunch echoed through the exterior acoustic sensors. Kira winced and raised her weapon toward the thick glass.The Alpha mutant roared and bit down on the metal door frame. The mutation granted the beast muscular density but titanium forged in a vacuum chamber did not yield to organic force. The bone plating covering the jaws of the mutant shattered into fragments. Jagged teeth splintered under the pressure and rained down onto the snowy pavement below. The monst
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