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Chapter 60: The Battle for the Hive

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The roar of The Titan’s engines was a primal scream tearing through the digital silence of Metro City. It wasn’t just an armored truck; it was a symbol, a rolling declaration of war against the unseen forces that had sought to harvest their city.

Behind it, a convoy of modified Krauser Kartel muscle cars and sleek Phoenix Mafia stealth vehicles carved a path through the deserted streets, their headlights cutting through the artificial twilight.

Chester Smith stood in the Titan’s command module,
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