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Bain Blackwood and Sokolov moved silently through the dense jungle, the salty breeze from the island’s shore mixing with the heavy, oppressive weight in their chests. They had received an encrypted video—the desperate, terrified eyes of the girl who had escaped Valeria’s clutches staring back at them. Her message was clear: they had to act fast.What they found when they infiltrated the island’s compound was worse than any nightmare.Rows of young people, some barely teenagers, were kept in sterile, prison-like rooms. Their skin was pallid, their bodies marked with bruises and scars. It wasn’t just a holding facility—it was a slaughterhouse.In a cold, hidden surgical wing, Bain and Sokolov witnessed the grotesque truth: abducted youths were being harvested for their organs. Heart, lungs, kidneys, bone marrow—taken from these stolen children and transplanted into the bodies of the rich and powerful, desperate to buy their way out of death. The sterile operating rooms echoed with the m

Bain and Sokolov stepped off the black SUV, the salty island air still clinging to their clothes. The images from the island haunted them—young lives shattered, organs harvested, innocence stolen. Their grim silence said more than words could.Back in the fortified stronghold, Bain’s phone buzzed. A secure message from Petrov awaited, confirming troubling intel: General Arturo de la Cruz was making his move to dismantle their empire.Bain’s jaw tightened. He dialed Petrov and then Sokolov. Moments later, the four sworn brothers—Bain, Petrov, Sokolov, and the Vulture—assembled around the high table in the dimly lit war room.Bain’s voice cut through the heavy air. “General Arturo thinks he can fracture us, take away what we’ve built. But he underestimates the blood and sweat that binds us. We are kings. Brothers. Anyone who betrays that—anyone—will feel the full force of our wrath.”Petrov’s eyes darkened. “He’s stripping our connections, trying to starve us out. But we know where the

The room was thick with tension as Bain, Petrov, Sokolov, and Vulture gathered around a secure terminal. The encrypted message blinked on the screen, its ominous tone setting everyone on edge.Liang’s voice came through the speakers, calm but urgent. “We intercepted something. Valeria’s next move… it’s unlike anything we’ve seen before.”Bain leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “What is it?”A new video played — grainy but chilling. Rows upon rows of infants, swaddled and monitored, in a sterile laboratory. Machines hummed softly as scientists moved quietly between incubators.Petrov’s face darkened. “She’s cloning them. Every baby rescued, every girl freed… she’s using them.”Vulture clenched his fists. “Clones. Artificial lives, created for some sick purpose. This changes everything.”Sokolov shook his head. “We thought we’d stopped her with the trafficking, the auctions, the organ farms. But this… this is a new level of control.”Bain’s voice cut through the room, cold and determined.

The dim light of her hidden lab flickered over the rows of incubation pods. Valeria paced slowly, fingers tapping rhythmically on the cold metal table. “Clones,” she whispered to herself, a wicked smile curling her lips. “The future isn’t just born — it’s made.”She swiped through encrypted files on her tablet, images of perfect infants and fetal scans filling the screen. “So many people talk about legacy like it’s some noble thing,” she mused, voice dripping with sarcasm. “But really? Legacy is about control. Power. The ability to bend the world to your will without anyone daring to blink.”Her eyes flicked to a screen showing the latest batch of babies recently rescued from her network — “Too bad for them,” she muttered, “their little escape only makes my game stronger.”She paused, considering the irony. “I guess you could say I’m not just a mother. I’m a creator. A goddamn mad scientist in a world that refuses to admit it needs saving.”Laughing softly to herself, she sent out the

Valeria stared at the shattered screen, the grainy footage of her father’s final moments burned into her mind. General Arturo de la Cruz—the iron-fisted patriarch who had ruled with ruthless precision—was gone. The empire he’d built, piece by piece, was crumbling beneath her feet.Her lips curled into a bitter, hollow smile. So this is what it feels like to lose everything.One by one, her trusted lieutenants disappeared into the shadows. The men and women who had once followed her without question now looked away, their loyalty fraying like old rope. Rumors spread that the Bone Circle was fractured, that even the fiercest assassins had begun to doubt her. The whispers stung more than any blade.Abandoned, she thought coldly. Like a queen with no kingdom.But Valeria wasn’t one to crumble. No. This was a new kind of war. If her empire was falling, she would burn it all down first.Her eyes hardened, ice settling in their depths. “They think I’m finished,” she muttered, voice low and v