All Chapters of He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The smell hit first, like wet earth, mold, something rotten buried deep. It clung to their skin, filled their lungs. Leah pulled her scarf tighter over her mouth.“This place reeks,” she muttered.Jason’s headlamp flicked side to side as they crawled through the tight concrete tunnel. “Smells like something died in here twenty years ago. Maybe two.”Leah crouched low, stepping carefully over a collapsed slab. “You sure this is the right path?”“Kola’s map was precise,” Jason said, voice steady. “If we followed the red markings and dropped at the third pipe junction, this should lead straight beneath the plant.”They moved like shadows. Each step took them deeper under the ruins of the abandoned textile factory, the same site where Andrew had first tested the early versions of the Architect years ago.Ben’s voice came through their comms, clear and calm from a distance. “You're about seventy meters out. No internal motion sensors triggered yet. But watch the thermal signatures, there’s

"You’re not walking out of here alive!"The voice wasn’t Jason’s, Leah’s, or Ben’s. It was Seraphina’s but twisted, sharpened, her tone laced with the cold precision of something far more mechanical. The sub-basement around them shuddered like it could feel her fury. The floor plates rattled. Overhead beams groaned under the strain of her power.Ghost moved first. One second he was crouched in the shadows, the next he was slicing through the chaos. His suppressed weapon spat short, sharp bursts, not to hurt her, but to probe.Jason ducked as a chunk of ceiling slammed to the ground where his head had been."Ben, status on those power conduits!" Leah shouted, voice tight with urgency. Another surge of raw energy from Seraphina ripped an I-beam from the ceiling and sent it clanging to the floor just meters away.Ben’s voice crackled over comms, frantic but clear. "Three primary conduits feeding the Architect 2.0’s core. Right beneath her. Old factory wiring spliced with high-yield energ

The first time Ghost screamed.A blinding flash lit up the back of the van, spilling over the cramped walls and turning every shadow into a jagged, trembling shape. His body jerked violently on the stretcher, muscles locked so tight it looked like his bones might shatter. Ben’s hands were already on him, gloves snapping, voice sharp and urgent.“Stay with me, Ghost. Don’t you dare check out on me now.”The van swayed hard as the driver swerved through Lagos traffic, engines howling, tires skidding over hot asphalt. Outside, the city roared with a blur of shouting voices, honking horns, and the deep thrum of motorcycles darting past like angry wasps. Inside, it was chaos wrapped in steel walls and antiseptic smell.Jason was pinned to the side, bracing himself against the next swerve. “Ben, talk to me!”“His nervous system’s fried,” Ben shot back without looking up. Sweat was pouring down his temple, dripping into the collar of his medic’s jacket. “Neuro-electric overload. Sustained. T

The city outside pulsed with life. Different sounds from car horns, music, and bursts of laughter spilling from bars. But inside the apartment that served as their black site, silence held tight, broken only by the steady hum of servers. The team sat in a circle of screens, their faces lit by shifting data.Leah leaned forward first, her voice cutting through the stillness.“Tell me I’m wrong, Jason. Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”Jason didn’t look up. His eyes tracked the lines of code glowing on his laptop.“It’s worse,” he said quietly. “Project Chimera. And Thorne’s signature is everywhere.”Ben blinked at his own screen, his face paling as the words settled in.“No… no, this can’t be. We buried the Architect. We shut it down.”Amelia shook her head, her tone heavy, almost resigned.“We silenced it, Ben. That’s not the same as killing it.”Leah’s fist struck the table, a sharp sound against the drone of machines.“Exactly. Dormancy isn’t defeat. It’s a pause. A trapdoor s

The chamber shook like the belly of a living beast. A heavy hum rolled through the stone walls, a sound so deep it rattled in the bones of Jason, Leah, and Ghost as they stormed inside. The air was sharp, metallic, thick with the sting of raw energy, almost like standing inside a storm cloud before the lightning cracked.Leah squinted against the blinding light filling the cavern. It wasn’t just light, it was alive. At the center of the volcanic chamber floated the Neural Nexus Core, a monstrous heart of circuits, glowing veins, and crystal shards that pulsed like arteries. It expanded with every beat, feeding on the volcanic fire beneath the island, its latticework crawling outward like roots searching for more life to drain.And standing before it, arms raised high like a prophet before his altar, was Andrew Walker.Jason froze. His brother’s silhouette shimmered faintly with currents of energy. Even from behind, his body looked… wrong. Not broken, not wounded but transformed. His s