Ch 26. Decapitation Startegy
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The basement of the hilltop mansion had undergone a total transformation. The scent of fresh paint mixed with the warm, metallic smell of overheated electronics filled the expansive space, roughly the size of a small basketball court. At its center stood a holographic table, an illegal masterpiece assembled by Belerik, projecting a three-dimensional map of The Grand Shark Hotel & Casino, the heart of Claude’s power in the central district.

Eduardo stood at the head of the table, his hand
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