The Black Card System

The First Counterattack

CHAPTER 6 — “THE FIRST COUNTERATTACK”

Noah ran through the narrow service tunnel as the vault alarms blared behind him. The metal walls shook from heavy boots pounding toward the entrance. He didn’t look back. He kept moving until he reached the surface, slipping out through a broken pipe that spat him into an empty drainage trench.

He took a breath and paused for a while .

“Mercenaries,” he murmured. “So they already sent people after me.”

He wiped dirt from his clothes and stepped onto the sidewalk like a man returning from a morning jog instead of a hidden bunker. Cars were passing and People walked by. No one knew armed killers were searching for him underground, he just looked like any ordinary man .

He slipped his hands into his pockets and kept walking.

“Well,” he whispered, “if they want to hunt me… I guess it’s my turn to respond.”

It was time to plan his first attack .

By late morning, Noah approached a tall financial building in the business district. He walked in through the side door wearing a plain cleaner’s uniform, pushing a supply cart and keeping his head down, Nobody thought it was weird that the son in law was here as a cleaner , it was normal only when it Noah .

A guard glanced at him once, scanning him from head to toe . .

“Hey, you’re late,” the guard said.

“Sorry,” Noah replied softly. “Traffic.”

The guard waved him in without interest.

Noah wheeled the cart into the elevator. His reflection in the metal doors stared back at him, he was looking at a harmless useless son in law , . The same man the Lewis family never paid attention to.

“Perfect disguise,” he said under his breath.

The elevator opened onto a restricted floor owned by one of the Lewis family’s shell companies. He moved between the desks, empty because most employees were out for a scheduled meeting. Everything about the office looked normal but the card in Noah’s pocket pulsed lightly, guiding him.

He reached a glass office. The card projected a faint red dot on the floor directly under a large server cabinet.

Noah knelt, pretending to tie his shoe as he whispered, “This is it, right?”

A small micro-device slid from the card, smooth and metallic. Noah placed it beneath the cabinet and stood up, adjusting his uniform.

“That’s all you need to do?” he whispered.

The card vibrated once in answer.

Noah wheeled his cart back toward the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, his phone lit up with a silent message from the card’s system:

“Transfer sequence initiated.”

He watched the numbers on the screen begin to shift. Zeroes moved. Accounts unlocked themselves. Hidden assets drained like water through a cracked pipe , It was one that couldn’t be trace to nowhere just funds disappearing, it was a smooth process. .

Noah leaned against the elevator wall. “You took everything from me,” he whispered. “Consider this interest.”

Two hours later, the Lewis empire began to shake, there was chaos everywhere, Noah didn’t expect it to happen so fast .

Board members called each other in panic. Financial partners demanded answers. One of the Lewis directors shouted so loudly in the hallway that people poked their heads out of their offices.

“We’re missing nearly three hundred million! Where is it?! Who ran the transfer?!”

Noah smirked and slipped out of the company quietly, he booked a uber for the first time in years , he was humming as they drove him to his destination .

“ Ahhh….this is so satisfying “

Inside their mansion, Tara was pacing violently in front of the living room sofa

“What do you mean it’s gone?!” she yelled into her phone. “How does that kind of money just vanish?!”

Her father barked something on the other end, too loud for her to ignore. Tara pressed a hand to her forehead and groaned.

“No, I don’t know where Noah is. Why would he even be involved in this? He can’t even log into a basic account!”

She stopped. Her Father yell and she flinched.

“…But yes. I’ll call him.”

Noah had just stepped out of a quiet café when his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID. Tara.

He answered calmly. “Hello?”

Her voice exploded through the speaker.

“Where are you?!”

“Out,” he said simply.

“Don’t play games with me, Noah! My father wants you home now. Something huge is happening with the accounts and—”

“And?” Noah replied softly.

“And he thinks you know something!” Tara snapped. “Just come home. Right now.”

“ Me ? All i do is clean and take orders …i don’t even know how to log in to a bank account!” He said sheepishly, smiling .

“ You think i don’t know that ? Maybe my father wants to give you orders ! Come home this minute!”

Noah lifted his gaze toward the sky and he grinned with excitement.

“Ohh what a day ,” he murmured.

Tara hissed, “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” he said gently. “I’ll be there soon.”

He hung up.

For a moment he simply stood there, letting the wind brush past him. His heartbeat was steady, unlike before , he wasn’t anxious or scared to walk in that mansion , matter of fact , he was anticipating

“So this is how it begins,” he whispered. “Good.”