Semua Bab My Ultimate Revenge : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Embers Beneath the Ash.Three days passed since Elias Monroe’s arrest, and the media storm had only just begun to settle. His empire was unraveling, corporate heads arrested in four countries, assets frozen, and deep-state connections brought into daylight. Still, a quiet unease remained in Aria’s bones. Justice had come, but the sense of finality had not.She sat in the boardroom now, surrounded by her team, Jerry, Isabelle, Philip and Josh. A large screen displayed news highlights and federal case files. But it was the silence between them that said the most.“There’s one thing bothering me,” Aria said finally, eyes narrowing.Isabelle looked up. “Only one?”Aria ignored the joke. “Monroe was meticulous. He anticipated nearly every counter. But in that final meeting, he let us find him. Too easily.”Philip frowned. “You think it was a setup?”Jerry leaned forward. “No. I think it was... staged. Elias might have known it was the end, but that doesn’t mean he was alone.”Josh tapped h

The Smoke Beneath the Mirror.Zurich faded into memory, but the echoes of Creed’s presence lingered. Back at Grant Tower, the team reconvened. Isabelle worked around the clock to crack more of Creed’s ghost code, while Josh isolated the Project Hekate fragments. Aria spent her nights poring over blueprints, news clippings, and confidential reports—all pointing to one conclusion:Creed wasn’t just preparing an attack. He was rewriting the system from within.“It’s like he’s embedding fail-safes into every core protocol,” Josh muttered, dragging fingers through his hair. “If this goes live, governments could be paralyzed. He’s using AI to plant viral logic loops, forcing collapse unless the user complies.”“He’s creating dependency,” Jerry said. “Control through necessity.”Grant laid out the newest intel on the table. “Satellite feed from Eastern Europe picked up movement. Creed’s private plane landed outside Krakow. He met someone off the books—our tracker only caught partial footage.

The Tunnels of Istanbul.Istanbul was covered in darkness more in a blanket of gold and shadow. The Bosphorus Strait glistened beneath the moonlight, a quiet witness to the war raging beneath its surface.Beneath the historic skyline, Aria and her team stood in silence before the entrance to an abandoned cistern beneath the city. Once a reservoir, now a decoy. The path to Creed's last stronghold.Jerry adjusted his earpiece and turned to Aria. “Final confirmation. Are you sure about this?”She nodded. “We’ve chased him through data, across oceans. Now he’s cornered. We finish what we started.”Philip tapped the biometric lock on the rusted entry door. It opened with a hiss.As they descended into the underbelly of Istanbul, the air was thick and the earth was damp. Isabelle led the tech operations, her tablet blinking with signal trackers.“He’s here,” she murmured. “Third sector, heat signature’s faint but steady. He’s deep.”They moved as one, Philip ahead with the pulse cannon, J

Beginning. Zurich’s winter sun passed through the high-rise windows of the tower. Inside a private boardroom on the sixty-first floor, the air sounded with strategy, not business. War.Regina stood by the window, her posture regal, eyes fixed on the sky as snow fell, more like it were a chessboard. Her tailored white coat flared like wings as she turned to face the two figures seated before her.“The world thinks it's safe,” she said softly. “That is always their first mistake.”The woman seated nearest to her, Elira tilted her head. Young, brilliant, and deadly behind her horn-rimmed glasses. “Echidna’s shell is in place. The neural relay will mimic benign communications for another twenty days before it activates. By then, global channels will be ours.”The masked man beside her tapped his finger once on the table. “Do they suspect anything?”Regina smiled. “They’re busy cleaning up the past. Meanwhile, we’re sewing the future beneath their feet.”Behind them, the wall screen fli

Phantom Revival.Seoul’s underground corridors pulsed with dim blue light, weaving between steel pillars and reinforced servers humming with silent power. In the control chamber of the Echo Core Facility, Daniel sat cloaked in shadows. The monitors before him bloomed with maps, code, and a single red sigil, the sigil of the next phase: Project Chimera.He tapped a command. Dozens of screens shifted, blinking alive with facial scans, intercepted voice samples, and AI-simulated behaviors.Daniel’s reflection stared back at him from the glass. Not the same man who had once stood by Aria's side. This version was colder, calculated, a master puppeteer hiding behind Helena’s betrayal.A voice spoke from the darkness.“They think you’re dead.”Helena emerged from the corridor, dressed in black, her eyes as sharp as the scalpels she once wielded.“They believe what they need to,” Daniel said. “That’s what makes them weak.”Helena approached, placing a biometric drive on the console. “Project