2026-07-27 04:39:51Chapter 34
Eleanor sobbed hysterically, the cold steel of the revolver digging into her skin. The freezing rain plastered her hair to her face. She looked through the barricade of heavily armed men and saw Arthur standing there, entirely unbothered by the chaos.
A twisted, euphoric delusion blossomed in her chest.
He came for me, she thought, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. Julian threw me away, but Arthur brought an army to the Capital just to save me. He still loves me.
"Arthur!" Eleanor cried out, stretching a trembling hand toward him. "I knew you wouldn't leave me! Please, give them what they want! I'll make it up to you, I swear I'll be the perfect wife!"
Arthur didn't even blink. He tilted his head slightly, staring at her through the downpour.
"You really have a profound inability to understand your own irrelevance, Eleanor," Arthur said smoothly. His voice wasn't amplified by a megaphone, but the Aura of the Sovereign carried his words across the plaza with crystal clarity.
Eleanor froze. Her outstretched hand slowly dropped.
Arthur shifted his gaze to the old patriarch. "Castellano. You dragged me all the way to the Capital City for a hostage negotiation. And you brought a hostage I wouldn't pay five cents to keep breathing. If you want to shoot her, shoot her. But stop wasting my time."
Castellano’s jaw dropped. He looked down at Eleanor, then back at Arthur. The absolute, clinical apathy in Arthur’s eyes proved he wasn't bluffing. The hostage was utterly worthless.
Panic seized the old man. "You... you're bluffing! You're a psycho! Chief, arrest him! Gun them all down!"
The Chief of Police wiped the rain from his eyes, raising his hand to signal his SWAT teams to open fire.
"Chief," Arthur interrupted, taking a slow step forward. "Castellano pays you well. Two hundred thousand a year under the table to look the other way. It bought you a nice house in the suburbs and a boat."
The Chief hesitated, his face turning pale. "How do you know that?"
"I know everything," Arthur said. He pulled his smartphone from his pocket. He didn't look at the screen. "Nyx. Execute the payroll override."
"Done, boss. Making it rain," Nyx’s voice chirped through Arthur’s earpiece.
Instantly, a synchronized, deafening chorus of digital chimes erupted across the plaza.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Every single police officer, every SWAT member, and every private contractor instinctively reached for their pockets. They pulled out their phones.
The Chief looked at his own screen. His breath stopped completely. His secure offshore account balance had just updated.
A wire transfer of ten million dollars had just cleared.
"Every man wearing a badge in this plaza just received ten million dollars," Arthur announced, sliding his phone back into his pocket. "It is entirely legal, heavily taxed, and completely untraceable. You can retire tonight. You can buy ten boats. You never have to answer to an old man who uses you as cannon fodder ever again."
Arthur stopped walking. He stood ten feet away from the barricade.
"However," Arthur added, his golden eyes narrowing. "That money comes with a condition. The next person who points a weapon at me... Ares will tear them in half. Put your guns down. Go home to your families."
The silence was absolute. Only the sound of the rain hitting the pavement remained.
Castellano looked around frantically. "Shoot him! I order you to shoot him! I own this city!"
The Chief of Police looked at Castellano. Then he looked at the ten million dollars sitting in his bank account. He slowly reached down and unbuckled his gun belt. It hit the wet asphalt with a heavy thud.
"Sorry, my Lord," the Chief muttered, turning his back on the patriarch. "I don't work for you anymore."
A tidal wave of clattering metal echoed through the financial district as two hundred men dropped their assault rifles, shotguns, and pistols. Entire SWAT teams broke formation, turning their backs on Castellano and walking away into the storm.
In less than sixty seconds, the Vanguard Council’s grand army evaporated, bought out with absolute financial supremacy.
Castellano was left standing alone on the steps of the tower, clutching Eleanor, surrounded by discarded weapons. He was shaking so violently the gun rattled against Eleanor’s skull.
"You..." Castellano wheezed, his mind snapping under the weight of his total defeat. "You think money makes you a god?! I’ll show you a god! Release the Capital's Beast!"
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