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CHAPTER 139: Echoes of Justice from the Past
Acid rain poured over Saint-Bastian once more, leaving corrosive streaks across the glass windows of the newly rebuilt Central Police Headquarters. The scent of fresh paint and wet cement hung heavy in the air, trying to mask the lingering stench of Captain Briggs's corruption.Inside the sterile, brightly lit main interrogation room, a man stood motionless before a transparent glass board.He wore a sharply pressed dark gray suit without a single wrinkle. His posture was upright, his face clear of mafia scars, and his eyes radiated pure analytical sharpness. He was not a local cop. The silver badge bearing a globe emblem on his collar proved his authority.Special Agent Arthur Cross. Interpol Transnational Crime Division.Cross was an anomaly in this city. He drank no cheap whiskey, accepted no brown envelopes, and harbored no moral blind spots. He had been sent directly from headquarters in Lyon to dissect a city that had just lost three global syndicates in a single night.Cross at
CHAPTER 138: An Espresso at the Edge of the World
Six Months After the Fall of the Triumvirat.An unfamiliar peace filled the air in the room. The scent of old paper mixed with the rich aroma of freshly brewed espresso filled a massive underground library.This place was originally a colonial-era vault in Sector One that the townspeople had long forgotten. Now, it had been completely remodeled into an elegant, permanent safe house. The walls were lined with four-meter-high teak bookshelves filled with thousands of ancient books and medical literature. Warm yellow lamps hung neatly from the carved ceiling, and the room's temperature was maintained by a silent, state-of-the-art ventilation system.There was no longer the smell of blood, panicked sweat, or corrosive acid.In the corner, Kael Thorne sat comfortably on a brown leather sofa. The former detective wore a neat cotton shirt with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He was busy cleaning his personal revolver with a soft cotton cloth. His right hand still twitched occasionally,
CHAPTER 137: The Ghost's Decree
The luxury penthouse suite had truly transformed into a deeply blood-soaked execution chamber.Nikolai, the grand boss of the Bratva faction who had long been feared by thousands of mercenaries across every corner of the world, now knelt in total surrender upon the carpet fabric soaked in puddles of his own ally's blood. The giant-bodied man wept bitterly to hold back his fear, while his entire sturdy frame shook with extreme violence.On his left side, Kenjiro's corpse stood frozen and stiff, gripping a fresh, blood-stained katana sword whose sharp tip pressed tightly against Nikolai's neck area. On his right side, El Sapo's corpse stood with its head hanging sideways from a severely torn throat, while pointing the muzzle of a gold pistol straight at Nikolai's temple.Meanwhile, the Bratva field commander who had been kneeling in terror in the corner of the room all this time had fainted unconscious from experiencing severe shock after witnessing two mafia bosses rise back up from th
CHAPTER 136: The Night of Judgment
Grand Continental Hotel. Floor 15, Penthouse Suite.The silence in the luxury room was so dense that the sound of breathing echoed like thunder.The Bratva commander sent to lead the public execution in the city square this morning now knelt with his body shaking violently on the Persian rug. The burly, normally fearless man wept bitterly, his face deathly pale, his eyes wide with pure, inexplicable terror.Before him, the three Triumvirat bosses sat around the round table: Nikolai (Bratva), Kenjiro (Yakuza), and El Sapo (Cartel). The three stared at the commander with contrasting expressions."Five... fifty men dead, Boss..." the commander sobbed, his voice cracking. "We weren't shot from afar. They... our own fallen men's corpses stood up... they shot us from behind. Their eyes were white, Boss! The Ghost... the Ghost is everywhere!"El Sapo turned pale. Cold sweat the size of corn kernels dripped from the fat man's forehead. He stared doubtfully at the gold pistol in his hand. "Thi
CHAPTER 135: A Hail of Bullets and Shadow Puppetry
The pitch-black armored limousine stopped quietly at the edge of the city square, about ninety meters away from the crowd of civilians and the line of Triumvirat enforcers. The diesel engine hummed softly, breaking the sobbing cries of the townspeople kneeling while awaiting execution.The Bratva commander holding the megaphone immediately turned toward the vehicle. He furrowed his brow, suspicious of the appearance of the luxury car without license plates. "Hey! Whose car is that?! Smash the engine!" the commander ordered his subordinates.Five enforcers in the outermost row turned around, aiming their AK-47 assault rifles at the limousine.Yet, inside the dark cabin of the car, Elias did not wait for his enemies to unleash their bullets. The Ghost of Saint-Bastian had no need to wait for his enemies to kill each other to acquire corpses.Elias gazed at the holographic screen before him, then gave a brief command. "Now, Kael."On the rooftop of a three-story office building overlooki
CHAPTER 134: The Invader's Arrogance
CRASSH!A flash of steel reflected the chandelier light above the table. Kenjiro, the Yakuza grandmaster, asked no questions and uttered no shouts. With the lightning speed characteristic of a martial arts master, the old man instantly drew his katana from its concealed sheath within his walking cane, slashing horizontally at the waiter's neck.The young waiter's head instantly parted from his shoulders, rolling stiffly across the marble tabletop until it collided with the wine bottle, while the headless body collapsed heavily onto the floor.Panic erupted around the meeting table."What the hell just happened?!" Nikolai yelled loudly. The man drew a pistol from inside his black suit, aiming it straight at the door, assuming an enemy strike force had stormed in.El Sapo stared in horror at the pool of blood mixed with wine soaking his lap. His rings-lined hands trembled violently. "H-he didn't die at all when I shot his chest... that man... he spoke with the voice of a demon!"Kenjiro
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