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Chapter 82 — Extraction

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The night was a blur of sirens and smoke. Jayden’s pulse thrummed in his ears as he crouched behind the half-collapsed wall of an abandoned factory across from the precinct. The street outside glowed red and blue, reflections bouncing off puddles of rainwater. Somewhere in the basement of that building, his man Drix, one of his oldest lieutenants was being beaten for names.

Malikah crouched beside him, eyes fierce and steady.

“You know this is a suicide run,” she said quietly.

Jayden wiped the rain from his face. “Then we make it worth the cost.”

He signaled with two fingers. Across the street, three shadows detached from the dark the Burned Boy and his small recovery team. They moved like ghosts. The timing had to be perfect: fifteen minutes until the next patrol rotation.

“EMP first,” Jayden ordered through the earpiece. “Then smoke. No gunfire until extraction.”

A low hum rose from the van they’d parked under the bridge. The lights in the precinct flickered once, twice, and then cu

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Chapter 121 — The War Budget
The room was dim, lit by the flicker of an old kerosene lamp. The faces around Jayden looked worn fighters, traders, informants men and women who had bled for a kingdom that was now built on smoke and fear. Malikah stood at his side, arms crossed, a quiet sentinel. The Burned Boy leaned against the wall, his eyes colder than they used to be. The rebellion was breathing again, but the lungs were cracked too many promises, too little money.Jayden dropped a stack of crumpled bills on the table. It wasn’t enough to fuel a week’s worth of operations. “We’re running dry,” he said. “And the puppetmaster’s tightening every route. The cops take our cash, the banks flag every move. If we don’t refill the veins, the city eats us.”Malikah’s jaw tightened. “Then we sell what they can’t trace. Weapons, protection, fear. You taught them what power costs. Time they start paying again.”Jayden’s eyes flickered not with greed, but survival. “Street taxes?”She nodded. “Not like before. This time, we
Chapter 120 — Trial of Trust
The warehouse smelled of gun oil, sweat, and fear. Rain hammered the tin roof like war drums, drowning out the whispers that had been haunting Jayden’s nights.He stood in the center, coat still dripping from the downpour, his eyes sweeping over the gathered crew Malikah, Burned Boy, Kola the Thin, and seven lieutenants, each tense, each unsure who might not see daylight again.Rumors had torn through the ranks like wildfire: someone was feeding intel to the puppetmaster’s men. Their shipments intercepted. Safehouses burned. And last night, one of Jayden’s scouts vanished after relaying a new route to their suppliers.The silence was so thick you could hear Malikah’s finger twitch on her trigger.Jayden finally spoke, voice low and razor-sharp. ..“One of you,” he said, “sold us out. I don’t need confessions. I need truth.”He nodded to Burned Boy, who slammed the door shut and drew the bolt.A line of masked men, Jayden’s personal hit squad entered, rifles leveled.Kola swallowed ha
Chapter 119 — The Vow Reborn
The fire hadn’t even died down before the city started whispering.They called him the Ghost King now an echo made flesh, vengeance with a heartbeat. Every alley, every backroom tavern, every stolen radio frequency buzzed with the same name: Jayden Cole.By the time dawn cracked the skyline, the smoke from the steel yard still coiled into the clouds like a flag.Jayden stood on a half-broken rooftop overlooking it. Malikah and the Burned Boy flanked him, both silent.Below, the slum stirred. Mothers dragged water from the well; street boys hustled for breakfast coins. But there was a shift in the air half fear, half faith.Malikah finally broke the quiet. “They saw the flames, Jay. They know it was you.”Jayden’s gaze stayed locked on the horizon. “Good.”“Good?” she repeated. “You just kicked a hornet’s nest. Razor’s out there licking his wounds, and the puppetmaster won’t sit back this time. You think one explosion puts fear in men like that?”Jayden turned slowly, voice calm but sh
Chapter 118 — Night of Shadows
The night bled silence.The safe house under the abandoned church was cloaked in candlelight, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptic and gunpowder. Amara lay motionless on a cot, her breathing shallow. Bandages wrapped around her ribs, where shrapnel from the explosion had torn deep.Jayden sat beside her, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight enough to crack his knuckles. Malikah stood behind him, pacing like a caged panther.“She’s stable,” Malikah said finally. “But she needs real care, Jay. Not street doctors.”“She’ll get it,” he muttered.“When?” Malikah’s tone sharpened. “You’ve got every merc in the lower districts looking for you. The puppetmaster’s offering money, protection, hell citizenship for anyone who brings your head. You think she’s safe here?”Jayden’s eyes didn’t move from Amara. “She’s not leaving my sight.”Malikah stepped closer, lowering her voice. “You can’t fight a war and play nurse. Pick one before both kill you.”Jayden looked up slowly, and the loo
Chapter 117 — Amara’s Cage
The night wind carried the scent of rust and rain. Down below the bridge, Malikah crouched in the shadow of a broken car, her eyes locked on the old textile factory across the river now turned into a fortified compound. The walls were layered with electric wire and floodlights that swept the ground like searchlights from a prison camp.She spoke softly into the earpiece. “Jayden, I found her. The girl’s here.”There was a long pause before Jayden’s voice came through low, calm, but tight with emotion. “You’re sure?”“I saw her,” Malikah said. “Third floor, eastern side. They’ve got her in a room with one light. Two guards outside, maybe more inside. Military-trained.”Jayden exhaled, the sound of cigarette paper crackling faintly over the line. “That means they’re not moving her anymore. Good. They think the ghost won’t come looking.”Malikah’s voice hardened. “This isn’t a rescue you can walk into. That building’s crawling with private soldiers not street thugs. They’re equipped, dis
Chapter 116 — Strings and Steel
Rain hissed on the rooftops like a whispering crowd. The city was no longer calm; it throbbed with the tension of something alive and furious. Jayden stood by the window of the safehouse, watching smoke rise from the distance a protest turned riot, sparked by his broadcast.He could feel the city’s heartbeat syncing with his own.But chaos alone wouldn’t bring the puppetmaster down.Tonight wasn’t about fire.It was about precision.Kola the Thin hunched over a cracked laptop on the table, his fingers a blur of twitchy motion. Around him, papers, flash drives, and a web of red marker lines connected banks, shell companies, and government contracts across a makeshift corkboard.“This,” Kola said, pointing at one of the lines, “is where the money breathes.”Jayden leaned closer. “Talk.”Kola licked his lips, nervous. “You remember that courier account Amara pulled before she disappeared? The one tied to that offshore bank?”Jayden nodded.“Well, I cracked the encryption trail. It loops

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