Semua Bab The Mafia Protocol: Bab 161 - Bab 170

The flight to London felt different. Not because of the destination, but because of what they were carrying. Dr. Sian Takahara sat shackled in a reinforced seat, silent and unmoved. Her expression remained unreadable, even when turbulence rattled the plane. She was either fearless—or completely detached from consequences. Camilla sat opposite her, studying the woman who may have designed the most insidious takeover the underworld had ever seen. “You don’t strike me as a woman who believes in chaos,” Camilla said. Dr. Takahara smiled faintly. “I believe in calculated order. Chaos is for amateurs.” “Then why Valentin?” Camilla asked. “He’s a warmonger. A manipulator.” “He’s a visionary,” the doctor replied. “You mistake fire for destruction, when it can be used to forge steel.” Camilla shook her head. “No. I know a fire when I see one. And I know what’s burned in its path.” Takahara leaned forward slightly, chains clinking. “You think you’re different, Camilla. That you’re pres

The private jet cut through the night sky like a blade, its interior cloaked in silence. Riccardo sat beside Camilla, the flickering glow of a laptop screen painting shadows across his face. Opposite them, Yuki pored over satellite tracking logs while Marco and Alexi double-checked weapon inventories. But Camilla? She hadn’t said a word since boarding. Her thoughts spun like a hurricane. DCamillan. The man who had once bled beside her in the Brazilian jungle… who pulled her from burning wreckage in Naples… was a ghost. A lie wrapped in loyalty. And now, he had vanished—taking with him whatever remnants of Valentin’s plan were still in motion. “He’s in Prague,” Yuki finally said, breaking the silence. “Or at least he was.” She turned the laptop toward them. “Last confirmed visual was two hours ago near the Old Town Square. Then he vanished. Again.” Camilla leaned forward. “If he’s hiding in Prague, it’s not random.” “It’s not,” Marco agreed. “Prague was one of Valentin’s ear

The mindscape twisted violently. Marble halls cracked like eggshells. Shadows stretched along the walls, forming claws, reaching fingers. The vault chamber shuddered with every breath they took. Camilla stood her ground, feet braced as the ghost of Valentin loomed above them, his digital eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. “Only one of you can walk away,” he repeated. “This is the code beneath the code. The last safeguard.” Echo flinched, looking to Camilla. “I don’t want to fight you.” “That’s the point,” Camilla replied grimly. “It’s designed to pit us against each other.” The ghost of Valentin began to split—one version stalking toward Camilla, the other toward Echo. The fragments of his voice echoed, overlaid, distorted. “Fight or fail.” “Survive or forget.” “Truth or obedience.” All around them, the vault’s contents shimmered like data—hovering documents, audio files, surveillance clips, accounts spanning continents and decades. A global conspiracy hidden within a st

The room went silent as Echo collapsed. Camilla was the first to move. She caught her friend mid-fall, the weight of Echo’s body unexpectedly light—too light. Blood seeped through her torn clothing, and her skin was ice cold. “Marco, help me!” Camilla shouted as she lowered Echo onto the floor. “DCamillan—get the med kit!” Riccardo stood frozen for half a second, then snapped into action. He secured the front entrance, eyes narrowing at the perimeter feeds. “How the hell did she find us?” “She shouldn’t have,” Marco muttered, crouching beside Echo. “No one should’ve.” But she had. Because Echo had always been better than anyone gave her credit for. DCamillan returned with the kit, ripping open gauze and antiseptic, and for the next few minutes, the world narrowed to the sound of shallow breaths and the desperate shuffle of hands trying to stop the bleeding. “She was shot twice in the side,” Camilla said, her voice tight. “Possibly a cracked rib. She’s dehydrated, possibly conc

The underground chamber was suffused with an unnatural chill, the kind that seeped into bones and whispered warnings of unseen threats. The servers’ hum was no longer just background noise — it had grown into a monstrous drone, vibrating through the concrete walls and rattling every nerve. Camilla’s breath hitched as she stared at the bank of monitors ahead of her. Across each screen, strange lines of code flickered and warped, like a living entity weaving itself in and out of their systems. The ghost — whatever it truly was — had infiltrated their fortress. And it wasn’t content with merely hiding. It was attacking. Riccardo stood rigid, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike. His dark eyes flicked between the doorways and the flickering monitors. “We don’t know what this thing can do,” he warned, voice low and urgent. “Stay sharp. This isn’t just a cyber attack — it’s psychological warfare.” Marco’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating before he began counte