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Chapter 56 The Weight of Loyalty
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The Trillionaire System Chapter 57 The Devil’s Grip, The Soldier’s Gamble
The mansion never slept, not anymore. Where once there had been the rhythm of power—businessmen arriving in the evenings, politicians leaving before dawn, soldiers laughing in the courtyards—now there was only tension. Guards paced in pairs, lieutenants whispered in alcoves, and everywhere, Kane’s shadow stretched long.Marcus could feel it in the walls. The empire was sick, but the disease wasn’t Ethan Cross. It was Kane’s paranoia, spreading faster than any rival could.Kane Calls His CourtThe summons came before dawn. Men shuffled into the war room, boots echoing on marble, rifles slung but unnecessary—nobody dared draw a weapon in Kane’s presence unless ordered.The war room itself felt more like a throne chamber. A long mahogany table stretched toward the far wall where massive windows overlooked the city. The blinds were half-drawn, allowing slits of gray morning light to cut through smoke that hung heavy in the air.Kane stood at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, eyes
The Trillionaire System Chapter 56 The Weight of Loyalty
The mansion was awake long past midnight. Lights burned in every corridor, men moved with clipped steps, and the sharp scent of gun oil lingered in the air. The failed raid on the East District courier nest had left Kane furious, and when Kane didn’t sleep, nobody dared rest.Marcus moved through the halls with the squad, his boots echoing against marble that felt colder than usual. He could feel it in the air—like the pressure before a storm. The men whispered less, their eyes darted more. Kane’s wrath was everywhere, even when he wasn’t in the room.Summons to the ThroneThe summons came at dawn.Rourke, shoulders hunched and face pale, appeared in the corridor. “Kane wants you. Now.”Marcus said nothing, just nodded, though his pulse quickened. He followed Rourke into the war room, where the air was thick with smoke. Kane sat at the head of the long table, his chair turned slightly so the morning light fell across his scarred cheek.The table itself was scattered with maps, dossier
The Trillionaire System Chapter 55 Gamma’s Breaking Point
The East District was never truly dark. Even at midnight, the streets glowed with the lurid pinks and blues of neon signs advertising noodle stalls, nightclubs, and cheap motels. Steam rose from sewer grates, mixing with the tang of frying oil and exhaust fumes. To most of the city, this was just another restless night. To Gamma Team, it was a test of loyalty, faith, and survival.The Convoy Rolls InFive SUVs rolled through the narrow lanes, tires splashing through shallow puddles. Their matte-black paint drank in the neon light, turning them into moving shadows.Marcus rode shotgun in the lead car, his rifle across his knees, jaw set tight. His reflection stared back at him from the rain-streaked window—a face hardened by years under Kane, yet marked tonight by something more dangerous: doubt.The men in the back seat argued in low voices.“Light envelopes again,” one muttered bitterly. “Three hundred short this time. Don’t tell me that’s an accident.”“Shut up,” his partner hissed.
The Trillionaire System Chapter 54 Cracks in the Ranks
The city’s pulse was different now. Word of the failed warehouse raid had already leaked into the alleys and bars, and Kane’s men—once unshakable in their loyalty—began to whisper. Ethan’s strategy of choking the payroll was biting harder than bullets.Kane’s Squads: Hungry WolvesIn a cramped tenement in East District, Gamma Team huddled around a scarred wooden table. Empty beer bottles clinked as someone shoved them aside. The envelopes Kane had promised were there, but thinner than ever.“Three hundred short,” one of them muttered, shaking his head. “That’s not a mistake. That’s Kane skimming us.”“Shut your mouth,” another growled, though his eyes flicked nervously toward the door. “You want him to hear you?”But the first man pressed on. “We bleed for him, and this is what we get? Meanwhile, Cross’s people—they say his couriers never miss a payday. Never.”A silence fell. No one dared say it aloud, but the thought hung there like smoke: Maybe Kane wasn’t invincible anymore.Marcu
The Trillionaire System Chapter 53 Black Flags and Bright Lines
The rain weakened to a mist by dawn, leaving the docks slick and silver. Sirens never came. No uniforms asked questions. The city pretended not to notice—like it always did when devils and upstarts drew lines in the dark.Kane Veylor noticed.Kane: Raising the Black FlagThe mansion’s war room smelled of damp wool and burnt tobacco, a sour perfume of defeat and defiance. Kane stood at the head of the long table, coat still wet from the night, water ticking from the hem onto the marble. His lieutenants ringed the room, faces pallid with exhaustion and fear.Four stretchers sat against the far wall, men groaning under bloodied bandages. Not dead—embarrassed. Kane preferred humiliation as a prelude to discipline. It allowed fear to marinate.Rourke tried to speak first. “Boss—”“Quiet,” Kane said without looking at him.Silence folded over the room. Kane set his palms on the table and leaned in, knuckles whitening. “He lured us. Me. He cut our lights. He fried our comms. He took my men a
The Trillionaire System Chapter 52 Intercept at Grayline Warehouse
The rain came heavy to the docks that night, drumming on corrugated roofs and trickling in steady streams down rusted gutters. The air was thick with the tang of oil, salt, and electricity from half-dead floodlights flickering over the harbor. The Grayline Warehouse, a squat rectangle of steel and concrete, crouched on the far edge of the yard like a sleeping animal.Inside, Ethan stood in silence, his eyes on the shifting holographic map projected by the System. The outlines of Kane’s convoy were already forming—five black SUVs crawling through the city grid like predators on the hunt.[Warning: Enemy convoy ETA 04:13 minutes. Composition: 5 SUVs, estimated 20–22 armed personnel. Primary target: Kane Veylor present.]The words scrolled across Ethan’s vision, steady and unflinching. He exhaled through his nose. “He’s coming himself,” he murmured.Leah sat at a console behind him, fingers tense on the keys. “That’s not like him, Ethan. He never exposes himself unless—”“Unless he wants
