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Chapter 164  Withheld Schedule

Author: Skyrainbow
last update publish date: 2026-06-23 20:53:04

Shinjiro sat dead still in the passenger seat, his dark eyes staring through the cracked glass. A mile away, the massive halogen floodlights of the private airfield cut through the pitch-black night, lighting up the two dark gray transport planes resting on the tarmac.

The driver, a young Vanguard scout named Kato, twisted the steering wheel with one hand, slipping the vehicle smoothly into the deep shadows of an abandoned iron hangar. He reached into the center console, grabbed a glowing digit
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  • Black Network   Chapter 164  Withheld Schedule

    Shinjiro sat dead still in the passenger seat, his dark eyes staring through the cracked glass. A mile away, the massive halogen floodlights of the private airfield cut through the pitch-black night, lighting up the two dark gray transport planes resting on the tarmac.The driver, a young Vanguard scout named Kato, twisted the steering wheel with one hand, slipping the vehicle smoothly into the deep shadows of an abandoned iron hangar. He reached into the center console, grabbed a glowing digital tablet, and shoved it into Shinjiro's lap."I've been sitting on this airport for two weeks, boss," Kato said, wiping a line of fog off his window. "I got everything."Shinjiro picked up the tablet, the bright blue light from the screen cutting across his scarred face. "Talk to me.""Moretti changes his perimeter guards every six hours," Kato explained, leaning closer. "Midnight, six AM, noon, six PM. The swap takes four minutes flat, and they leave a massive blind spot right by the south fen

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  • Black Network   Chapter 162  Invisible Wall

    "Goddamn it," Lina spat, slamming her hands onto the edge of the desk. "It's gone. A total dead end."Dominic stood by the reinforced glass window, a cigarette burning down between his fingers. He turned around slowly, his face dark. "What the hell are we looking at, Lina?""Vanguard Cement Company," Lina pointed a sharp fingernail at the glowing display. "I tried to trace the holding company that signed the deed, but the trail is stone-cold.""Give me a name," Dominic commanded, walking over."I don't have a name, Dom!" Lina pushed her rolling chair back with a harsh scrape. "The corporate registry points to some fake shell entity in Panama. The routing numbers just vanish into thin air. Someone erased the damn tracks."Sophia sat at the adjacent metal desk, dropping her pen onto a stack of files with a heavy sigh. "I ran the secondary checks on their backup servers, Dom. Usually, these offshore accounts leave some kind of digital exhaust. Money always leaves a footprint, no matter h

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  • Black Network   Chapter 160   Acquisition Mandate

    The heavy steel elevator doors slid open with a soft, mechanical hiss.Ichiro stepped onto the polished black marble floor, Madame Cleo walked right beside him, her tailored charcoal suit pressed perfectly, her eyes sharp behind her designer glasses.They entered a massive, open-floor server room. Rows of black server racks lined the reinforced concrete walls, and dozens of glowing glass monitors covered the massive steel tables in the center."The whole floor is yours, Cleo," Ichiro said, his voice a low rasp. "Nobody comes up here but you."Cleo ran a long fingernail along the edge of the central monitor, watching the green lines of code scroll down the screen. "The hardware is perfect. It matches my specs exactly.""I gave you the tools," Ichiro answered, leaning heavily on his gold-handled cane. "Now I want you to go take my city back."Cleo slid into the heavy leather chair at the main terminal, her fingers resting lightly over the mechanical keyboard. "So where do we start, Ichi

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    The buzzing neon sign outside the vacant diner flashed a violent red, casting bloody streaks across the rain-slicked glass windows.Moss sat alone in the corner booth, staring blankly down into the stone-cold black coffee in her ceramic mug. The diner door suddenly swung open, the rusty little bell chiming once over the downpour.Director Gabe walked across the checkered floor, his heavy boots squeaking against the linoleum. He didn't take off his tailored trench coat as he slid into the vinyl seat directly opposite her."Drink your coffee, Moss. Sit up," Gabe said, his voice carrying the flat, brutal authority of a man who owned the department.Moss didn't move her head, her thumbnail tracing a chip on the rim of her mug. "The guy is dead, Moss. It's over," Gabe stated coldly, leaning over the table. "But the rest of the scum are still moving. The detention center just let Kenji out of the lockup today. He's already back on the street."Moss slammed her hand down on the laminate woo

  • Black Network   Chapter 42  Fatal Intersection

    Dominic thumbed a fresh round into the chamber. "Boss," a guard stumbled around the corner, clutching a mangled shoulder. "They’re pushing for the lobby. We gotta get you out, now.""No," Dominic didn't look up. "If I move, they follow. Then the girl’s exit gets choked.""You’re gonna take 'em all

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    The "C" on the display flickered, then died. Along with the rest of the world.The freight elevator shrieked, bucking hard enough to slam Lina’s shoulder into the steel wall. The hum cut out. Total, heavy silence. Lina fumbled for the pistol, her breath coming in shallow hitches until she heard the

  • Black Network   Chapter 40  Cold Edge of the Terrace

    Lina threw her weight into it until the heavy pane groaned, yielding to a rush of freezing, salt-damp air.She leaned against the granite railing, the wet stone biting into her palms. The door moved. A shadow cut through the tinted reflection on the glass.Lina didn’t turn. She watched the bruise-

  • Black Network   Chapter 39  Auction Block

    The laser sights cut through the dust like red surgical wire. Commissioner Davis Blankenship stayed low behind the bar, his fingers white against a cognac glass. A bead of sweat stung his eye.He stood up, palms out, moving into the center of the kill zone with the practiced calm of a man who’d spe

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