MasukThe monitor glowed in the dark. Shinjiro leaned forward, his eyes glued to the security feed. On screen, Dominic was breaking—screaming at three contractors before slamming his phone into a concrete wall.Shinjiro laughed, tapping the mahogany. "Look at the piece of trash. He’s done. The whole Moretti grid is wide open today."The liaison stepped up. "The vanguard is in the vans, boss. Ready to roll.""Then don't hold back," Shinjiro spat. "Burn that garage to the ground. Erase every single one of his boys. You leave nothing standing. You hear me?""On it." The liaison turned and walked out.Shinjiro leaned back, looping the footage of the smashed phone. He was already counting the bodies.Deep underground, water dripped from a cracked subway ceiling.Alexei led the column through the pitch-black tunnel, his flashlight cutting the fog. Behind him, fifteen of his elite Iron Anchor hitters marched in heavy vests, rifles up.Hugo caught up to him, checking his watch. "Alexei. Where the h
The headset crackled with static. Lina adjusted the earcups, her teeth grinding as the precinct wire came through."Trace that offshore route, Sophia," Lina barked. "Give me a name.""Tokyo," Sophia said, tapping the glass. "Deputy Chief Adam Leo just cleared three anonymous shell companies. Millions in dark money slammed into those accounts three days ago. The bastard is fully bought."Lina stared at the routing numbers, a vicious grin cutting her face. "Leo is Ichiro’s pet inside the precinct. The parasite is finally showing his face.""He’s screaming for the Victor evidence files right now," Sophia added."Let the son of a bitch beg," Lina replied coldly. "We’re about to feed him the exact poison he’s looking for."Across town, fluorescent lights hummed inside Internal Affairs. Deputy Chief Leo hovered over the metal desk, his tailored gray suit tight across his shoulders."Your time is up, Moss," Leo said, his voice flat. "Hand over the master encryption drive right now, or you le
Hugo Sidney put the city blueprint onto the timber. "The trap is set, Boss. We're ready to feed Tokyo a fairy tale."Dominic Moretti hovered over the map, his eyes narrowing into two slits of ice. "We throw out the decoys tonight. Let the bastards see whatever we leak, while we bury our cash and real supply lines where the sun don’t shine.""We gotta be perfect, Dom," Hugo said, stabbing a thick finger at the East District harbor. "If the acting looks fake, Ichiro’s watchers are gonna smell the setup in five minutes flat. We need to drop this garbage straight into his camera lens.""Then tell me where the old man is looking," Dominic barked.Lina marched out from the shadow of the cabinets, ripping a manila folder from her coat and throwing it right over the blueprint."You want his channels? Look at the damn grid," Lina said, her voice dripping with ice.Dominic yanked the folder open, his eyes scanning the scribbled lines. "Where'd you steal this, Lina? Talk.""That’s Ichiro spy net
"Two in the morning, Boss," Hugo muttered, his eyes glued to the dark."The perimeter?" Dominic didn't turn his head. He was leaning against the steel cargo doors, watching the empty access road."Fifty heavy hitters in the main slot," Hugo replied, slapping a fresh magazine into his rifle. "Another forty on the catwalks. That harbor coordinator you squeezed actually delivered. The bastard brought heavy gear.""Valentina kept her word," Dominic scoffed, a vicious grin cutting the dark."They loaded armor-piercing rounds, Dom. They know these docks like their own bedrooms.""Kill the spotlights," Dominic commanded. "Let the dogs walk right into the trap."Headlights blinded the pier.A dozen blacked-out SUVs tore onto the concrete, high-beams cutting through the downpour. The doors flew open. Dozens of shooters stepped into the rain—tactical vests, unbroken discipline, moving like a regular army. Ichiro vanguard formed a solid wall of iron straight across the asphalt.Dominic didn't fl
"Get Dominic back in this chair," Valentina snapped. "Now."Three days later, Dominic walked in. Custom charcoal suit. Fresh haircut. Looking like a fucking god while she smelled like state-issued bleach. He snatched the receiver before he even sat down.Valentina grabbed hers, her eyes locking onto his."Tokyo bought my lawyer," she said, cutting the air like a blade.Dominic’s jaw twitched. "Who’s the leak?""The courthouse clerk," Valentina scoffed. "Ichiro sent him. He’s offering me a full bypass on the racketeering charges. Low-security camp. Early parole. Free in two years."Dominic didn't blink. He stared through the scratched glass, his eyes dead. "What do they want?""You dead in a ditch," she said bluntly. "They want me to cut your throat by shutting down my network. They want me to watch Ichiro erase you from the board."Dominic stayed frozen, his mind frantically calculating his odds if his own blood traded his life for a walk-away ticket. "And?""And I told them to choke
Morning light hit the ocean below the cliffside balcony. Ichiro took a slow sip of his green tea, his face perfectly calm, almost warm.The Tokyo liaison stopped exactly three paces behind him. "I just got back from the South District, Boss. I bring Dominic Moretti's official reply."Ichiro didn't turn around. "Talk.""The bastard says he stays."Ichiro set his ceramic cup down with a soft, polite click. "Moretti is a very proud man," Ichiro said, a mild, hospitable smile touching his lips. "We should respect his dignity. Go purchase twenty black caskets, print the names of his top captains on the lids, and deliver them to his front lawn before dusk."The liaison froze, a drop of cold sweat hitting his collar. "Every single captain, Boss?""Every single one," Ichiro murmured, his voice gentle, almost affectionate. "And if Dominic refuses to clear his calendar for the funerals, cut the throat of the port supervisor we just bought. Let the city watch how quickly my investments expire. D







