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CHAPTER 95 : A Voice from Hell
The Monolith Building, the central headquarters of the Terran Alliance, towered through the dense Manhattan fog like an obsidian obelisk threatening the sky.On the top floor, the main conference room, shaped in a semicircle, felt more like a nuclear bunker than a place for business meetings. Its walls were layered with a titanium-carbon alloy, designed to withstand bomb blasts and suppress all forms of electromagnetic surveillance.Matthew Thomas sat at the end of an oval smart-glass table. His shirt was immaculate, his suit perfectly pressed. Yet the aura around him was so dense it seemed to generate its own gravity, pressing down on everyone in the room.Across from him, Vincent Chen sat restlessly, his fingers tapping the table without pause. Beside him, Veronica Wu and Caleb Foster stood upright, their faces reflecting mounting tension.On the wall-sized main screen, the global asset map of the Terran Alliance glowed bright green.“Carol Lane and Mark Davies are in NYPD custody,
CHAPTER 94 : Motion Denied
Matthew did not shout. He did not panic. Slowly, he removed his glasses and placed them on the table. His left eye, faintly glowing blue, fixed on the leather folder. Beneath that calm surface, he awakened the ARC System.“ARC System, scan the document. Extract its notary authentication data. Trace its financial fingerprint,” Matthew commanded silently.[SYSTEM ARC: INITIATING DEEP VISUAL SCAN][Processing 500 pages of legal documents instantly][Warning: Extreme visual load.]Pain exploded through Matthew’s optic nerves.The world drained of color, collapsing into monochrome gray for a few seconds.It felt like burning coals were being pressed directly into his eye. His fingers tightened around the armrest, suppressing the groan threatening to escape his throat. This was the price.[SCAN COMPLETE. REWARD ISSUED][Identification: District Judge signature is AUTHENTIC. However, an authentication fee of $2.5 million was paid via a dark account, Bermuda routing, matching a fragmentation p
CHAPTER 93 : Blood Betrayal
He stepped forward and gently took Viviane’s shoulders. His reddened eyes locked onto hers.“Last night, five hundred million dollars flowed out of our accounts to fund his life support and his mercenary army,” Matthew whispered hoarsely.“Julian isn’t looking for his company anymore. He’s looking for my life, and if he can’t get me, he’ll take what matters most to me.”Matthew’s gaze dropped to Viviane’s stomach. His trembling hand slowly rested against it.“I broke my promise, Vie,” his voice cracked. The man feared by Wall Street’s elite now sounded utterly shattered.“I sacrificed my nerves, my sanity, and my humanity… so our child wouldn’t die tomorrow morning. So you wouldn’t explode inside your own car.”Tears streamed down Viviane’s cheeks. All her anger dissolved, replaced by real terror and the pain of witnessing her husband’s sacrifice. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face in his chest as she sobbed.“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Matthew,” Viviane cried
CHAPTER 92 : Cracks in the Glass
The next day,The evening sun slowly sank beneath the Manhattan skyline, casting a reddish-orange glow through the bulletproof glass of Matthew Thomas’s penthouse.From this height, New York City always looked magnificent, as if the world lay beneath their feet. Tonight, however, that grandeur felt suffocating.In the main dining room, a long marble table had been set to perfection. A pair of crystal candles flickered at its center, framing dishes of A5 Wagyu and truffle risotto still releasing thin curls of steam.Matthew sat at the head of the table, wearing a long-sleeved white cotton shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows. He tried to appear as normal as possible.But beneath the table, his right hand gripped his thigh tightly, struggling to control the violent tremor that had been eating away at his motor nerves since he returned from the Hamptons the night before.Across from him, Viviane sat gracefully. A cream-colored silk house dress draped over her body, heavy
CHAPTER 91 : The Collapse of Arrogance
At the eastern edge of Long Island, the elite enclave of the Hamptons was usually a refuge for the super-rich, a place to escape the chaos of Manhattan.Tonight, however, that tranquility was torn apart by a violent thunderstorm sweeping in from the Atlantic. Waves raged against the rocky cliffs with a roaring force that seemed to drown out the world itself.On a private golf course owned by Reginald Holt, perched right along the coastal cliffs, blinding halogen floodlights fought desperately against the darkness.Inside a luxurious storm-proof glass pavilion, Holt sat in arrogant comfort. He was a man in his fifties with a protruding belly, a thick Cuban cigar tucked between his lips, and a glass of fifty-year-old scotch in his hand.Around him, four large mercenary guards stood on alert, assault rifles concealed beneath their suits. Holt stared at his tablet with a satisfied grin.A transfer of ten million dollars had just arrived in his offshore account as an advance payment from h
CHAPTER 90 : Blood Money
The steel elevator groaned as it descended at a nauseating speed, plunging thirty meters beneath the streets of Manhattan.Moments later, the doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Archon’s sterile underground command center. The glow from dozens of massive monitors cast a cold blue hue across the room, blending with the constant hum of liquid-cooled quantum servers.Matthew Thomas stepped out of the elevator. The faint smear of blood on the collar of his black sweater stood in stark contrast to his perfectly upright posture. But it was not the blood that made his three top executives hold their breath. It was his left eye, its iris glowing with a pulsing neon blue light, flickering in sync with the algorithms of the ARC System now fully reintegrated with his brain.Hector Alvarez, Caleb Foster, and Veronica Wu stood gathered around the central holographic tactical table. Their expressions were tense.“Lock all doors,” Matthew ordered, his voice as cold as a morgue freezer. He w
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