2026-07-11 20:35:32"This night wind is truly like an ice knife. How much longer do we have to patrol outside this rotten warehouse."
The rough grumbling voice was heard faintly, cutting through the heavy rainstorm. A burly man wearing a thick black raincoat spat onto the seawater-flooded asphalt. He patted the barrel of the automatic assault rifle in his arms with a feeling of incredible annoyance."Shut your mouth and keep walking, Carl. Mr. Marcus is paying us triple tonight just to watch ou
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The Fall of the False Emperor
"The data has been sent, Mr. Hale. Not a single algorithm in the world can pull it back."The sound of hitting the Enter key echoed very loudly, breaking the morning air in the underground headquarters. Benjamin Carter leaned his body back against the iron chair. His breath was ragged. Sweat wetted his tired face after working non-stop all night. On the monitor screen, the delivery indicator turned bright green. Thousands of pages of evidence of Marcus Trent's crimes had now safely landed in the inboxes of Interpol and the editorial desks of the world's giant news agencies."Excellent. Your work is done, Benjamin," answered Alexander Hale. His tone of voice was incredibly flat and cold. "Now we just need to sit back and watch the main show."Alexander stepped approaching the wooden table in the middle of the room. He poured hot coffee into a ceramic cup. The bitter smell of black coffee spread, masking the scent of dust and dampness of the underground head
The Button of Destruction
"Plug this thing into the most secure main server. Make sure not a single outside network can track its extraction process."Alexander Hale's heavy voice broke the silence of Benjamin Carter's underground headquarters. The man in the dirty, blood-stained black suit threw a small flash drive onto the computer desk. The plastic object landed with a sharp clink next to a cold cup of coffee.Benjamin stared at the flash drive with wide eyes. He immediately picked it up using slightly trembling hands."You really got it, Mr. Hale. Philip's Master Ledger." The former auditor's voice sounded full of disbelief. "How did you make that stubborn man surrender his life.""I reminded him of his main priorities as an ordinary human," answered Alexander flatly.The former God of Death pulled up an iron chair and dropped his battered body into it. The pain from his left shoulder and broken ribs throbbed mercilessly. However, his brown eyes remained sharp
Human Weakness
"Three."Benjamin Carter's voice sounded flat and merciless from the phone speaker on the metal table."Two.""Stop. Stop the countdown." shrieked Philip hysterically.His high-pitched voice pierced the freezing air inside the meat warehouse. The stout man sobbed uncontrollably. Tears and snot flowed heavily, wetting the collar of his dirty shirt. He shook his head so violently that the iron chair binding him scraped creakingly against the ice floor."Please, my daughter is only seven years old. Please don't destroy their lives." wailed Philip with a resignedly bowed head. "They know absolutely nothing about Marcus's dirty money. Let me rot in prison. Don't involve my daughter."Caleb Thorne stared at the broken man before him. His military brain noted that the tactical objective had been achieved. The enemy's mental defenses had been leveled to the ground. He only needed to pull the worn-out Glock pistol from his back waistband
Mental Interrogation Room
"Get out of this car right now, Philip. Don't make me break this window and drag you out by force in front of your crying, terrified wife and child."Caleb Thorne's voice sounded incredibly deadly, piercing through the heavy rain on the M4 motorway. The luxurious black SUV had just stopped in a tilted position, crashing into the concrete barrier due to a precise ramming maneuver from the sedan driven by Caleb. Thick smoke billowed from the SUV's hood, partially obscuring the deserted toll road in the middle of the night.Inside the dark cabin, Philip hugged the steering wheel, his body trembling violently. His wife shrieked hysterically in the passenger seat, hugging their seven-year-old daughter in the back seat with a tear-streaked face."Who are you. What do you want." shouted Philip, his face as pale as paper, opening the car door slowly while raising both his hands.Caleb did not waste time answering that question. The former God of Death gra
Hunting the Key Holder
"Hold your breath if you want to throw up. I don't have time to clean this floor."Caleb Thorne's cold voice echoed, bouncing off the concrete walls of Benjamin Carter's underground headquarters. The former Shadow Emperor sat leaning against a cold iron table. He had carelessly stripped off his white shirt, soaked with rainwater and dirt stains, leaving his upper body—covered in bruises and long lacerations—exposed under the dim, flickering light of a yellow neon lamp.In the damp corner of the room, Elena curled up shivering on a worn-out folding chair. Her red silk evening gown had turned into muddy rags. Her battered, beautiful face looked incredibly pale. She stared at the man in front of her with the remnants of her sanity that were nearly shattered to pieces.Elena watched as Caleb took a thick sewing needle and black nylon thread from a dirty first-aid kit on the table. The man poured a bottle of pure rubbing alcohol directly onto the torn wound on
Backup Plan
"The steel crowbar swung heavily through the air, ready to shatter Caleb Thorne's skull into pieces. An incredibly sociopathic smile of victory was painted on Marcus Trent's face. In the CEO's eyes, this weak man whose life he had once destroyed would die pathetically by his hands once again."Die for the second time, my best friend."However, Marcus Trent never understood the fundamental difference between a corrupt businessman and a war general raised on the battlefield. In the final second before the crowbar touched his temple, Caleb used the momentum of his fall to twist his body. He rolled roughly to the side, ignoring his broken ribs cracking against the concrete floor. He turned that mortal pain into a surge of pure energy.CLANG.The steel crowbar only hit the empty concrete floor, sparking yellow embers.Caleb's blood-covered right hand snatched his dropped Karambit knife. With a highly precise and savage upward swinging motion, Caleb slashed the sharply curved blade right a
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