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Chapter 486 : The Gift
The café was different this time, quieter, more private, tucked away in a side street where the windows were tinted and the tables were spaced far apart. Viktor had chosen it. Ali had agreed. He arrived early, his recording equipment hidden in his jacket, his backup positioned nearby.Viktor was already there when Ali walked in, seated at a corner table with a cup of coffee and a satisfied smile."Mr. Ali. Please. Sit."Ali sat. He didn't order anything. He didn't plan to stay long."I've been thinking about our conversation," Viktor said. "About what I'm building. And I realized, I haven't been entirely honest with you."Ali's expression didn't change. "About what?""About the scope of my operations. About what I'm really trying to accomplish." Viktor leaned forward, his voice dropping. "I told you I was building a technology empire. That was true. But it's only part of the story.""Then what's the rest?"Viktor smiled, a thin, knowing expression. "I'm building a network. A network o
Chapter 485 : The Web
The headquarters was quiet at midnight. The others had gone home—Laith to his grandparents, Marwan to Maria and Malaak, Haitham to his wife and daughters. Only Ali and Hazem remained, surrounded by screens and documents, the hum of servers filling the silence.Ali had been working for hours. His fingers moved across the keyboard with mechanical precision, his eyes fixed on the data scrolling across his monitors. Viktor Haas was a ghost—no criminal record, no known associates, no digital footprint that led anywhere useful. But Ali was patient. He had learned long ago that every ghost left traces."Anything?" Hazem asked, appearing beside him with two cups of tea."Not yet. He's careful. Everything is routed through shell companies and intermediaries. No direct connections to anything illegal.""That's not unusual for a businessman.""It's not. But it's also not unusual for someone with something to hide." Ali took the tea and drank, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I've got Malik wo
Chapter 484 The Park Bench
The park was crowded for a weekday afternoon, families with children, elderly couples on benches, students with laptops and coffee cups. The kind of place where a conversation could happen without being overheard, where a man could sit and wait without drawing attention.Ali arrived early. He chose a bench near the fountain, his back to the open space, his eyes scanning the paths. He wore sunglasses and a dark hoodie pulled low over his forehead—an attempt to remain anonymous in a city where his face was not yet widely known. Hazem was somewhere nearby, watching from a distance. Ali didn't know exactly where, but he trusted Hazem to be there if anything went wrong.Viktor Haas approached from the eastern path, walking with the easy confidence of a man who was used to being in control. He was tall, well-dressed, with silver hair and a face that was difficult to age—somewhere between forty and sixty, with the smooth composure of someone who had spent years in boardrooms and negotiations
Chapter 483 The Persistent Buyer
The café was warm, filled with the smell of fresh pastries and the low hum of conversation. Ali sat across from Haneen at a small table near the window, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow across her face. Noor was in Haneen's arms, her tiny fingers wrapped around a piece of bread, her cheeks smeared with sugar."She's a mess," Haneen laughed, wiping Noor's face with a napkin."She's perfect," Ali said, watching his daughter with a soft smile. "She gets it from you."Haneen rolled her eyes. "Flattery won't get you out of changing her diaper later.""I wouldn't dream of it."They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The past weeks had been a whirlwind—Europe, Vogel, the labs, the long journey home. Now, sitting here with his family, Ali felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: calm.His phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen. Fadi. He hesitated, then answered."Fadi. What is it?""Sorry to interrupt, Ali. But there's a man here—a foreign businessman.
Chapter 482 The Road Home
The Austrian estate was quiet now. The guards were gone—arrested, scattered, or dead. The grand room where Vogel had spent his final moments was empty, the blood cleaned away, the books and artifacts catalogued and packed for evidence. The team moved through the building methodically, gathering everything that might be useful and destroying everything that couldn't be saved.Malik oversaw the operation. Abu Anas coordinated with local authorities—carefully, discreetly, using contacts he had cultivated over years of living in Europe. Wolf documented everything, his camera capturing the evidence that would eventually be released to the public. Agatha stayed at the safe house, analyzing documents, tracing connections, building a case against the network.It took three days to dismantle Vogel's operation.On the fourth day, the team gathered in the safe house one last time. The mood was quiet—not sad, exactly, but reflective. They had won. They had stopped a weapon, killed a monster, and
chapter 481 The Backup Plan
Richter was not smiling. He had been here for four days now, and the cracks in his composure were beginning to show. His silver hair was unkempt, his cold eyes bloodshot, his hands trembling slightly where they rested on the table. Hazem sat across from him. Ali stood by the door, his tablet in hand, monitoring Richter's vitals—heart rate, breathing, pupil dilation. Every twitch, every micro-expression, was being recorded and analyzed. "You've been cooperative with Malik," Hazem said. "That was smart. But Malik isn't here anymore. I am." Richter looked at him. "And what makes you think I'll talk to you?" "Because you're a survivor. You said so yourself. You want to live. And the only way you live is if we let you live. So you're going to tell me everything." Richter was silent for a long moment. Then he laughed—a dry, humorless sound. "You think you're different from Labib? You think you're better than him? You're just another man with a blade and a cause. You'll die like a
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