บททั้งหมดของ Under the Sign of Danger: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 48

The morning sun filtered weakly through the grimy windows of the safe house, casting long shadows across the cluttered room where Luca and Elena sat opposite each other, the weight of the previous night’s chaos settling heavily on their shoulders. The events had unfolded faster than either of them could have imagined, and though Ryan was behind bars, the war they thought was over was anything but. Luca rubbed his temples, his face drawn and tired. “We took down Ryan, but his network… it’s fractured, splintered into cells scattered all over the city. We just ignited a powder keg.” Elena nodded, her eyes scanning the array of intercepted messages and intelligence reports spread before them. “Marquez is moving. He’s been quiet, waiting in the shadows, but now he’s making his play. If we don’t act fast, this city will drown in chaos.” Their plan had always been to dismantle the criminal empire cell by cell. Ryan’s capture was a major blow to their operations, but it also left a vacuum—a

The cold morning light filtered through the cracked blinds, casting pale stripes across the cluttered room where Luca and Elena sat across from each other, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The events of the past days had pushed them to the edge—both physically and emotionally. The explosion, Marquez’s unexpected appearance at the warehouse, and the growing shadow of betrayal had left scars that neither of them could ignore. Luca rubbed his temples, trying to push away the fatigue and doubts gnawing at him. “We need to make a decision, Elena. We can’t keep moving in the dark, hoping that someone will come through.” Elena’s eyes met his, steady but wary. “And what? Trust the people we barely know? After everything, I don’t know who’s clean anymore.” Luca sighed. “I get it. But we have to try. Otherwise, Marquez wins.” They both knew the risk—every alliance came with a price. But the alternative was worse. Alone, they were vulnerable. Together, maybe they stood a chance. Sud

The dawn crept slowly over the city, washing the skyline in soft shades of gray and orange. Luca and Elena sat silently in the cramped room of the safe house, each absorbed in their own thoughts. The explosion, the police siege, the blood spilled—it all felt like a distant nightmare, yet the weight of what lay ahead pressed heavily on their shoulders. Outside, the city was awakening unaware of the silent war raging beneath its surface. Elena stared at the crumpled piece of paper in her hands, a list of names and locations scrawled hastily by Damien before he collapsed. “These are the ones Ryan was working with,” she murmured. “We thought we had cut off his head, but it looks like the snake has more venom.” Her voice was low, tired but resolute. Luca leaned back against the wall, rubbing his temples. “Ryan’s arrest was just the beginning. Marquez is still out there, and he’s gathering the pieces Ryan left behind.” He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling beneath his calm facade. “I

The soft light of dawn filtered through the thin curtains of their safe house, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Luca sat on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on the faded scar along his forearm — a reminder of battles won, losses endured, and chains broken. Beside him, Elena moved quietly, preparing a modest breakfast, the routine anchoring them in a fragile sense of normalcy.The chaos of recent months still lingered like a distant storm on the horizon, but here, in this small pocket of calm, they sought to rebuild the fragments of a shattered life. Ryan was behind bars, his network dismantled piece by piece, but the cost had been high. Damien’s sudden disappearance and the fragile alliance with the FBI left their trust stretched thin, and every step forward was weighed down by uncertainty.Elena glanced at Luca, noticing the tension in his jaw. “You’re thinking about what’s next,” she said softly.He nodded, fingers tightening around a steaming cup of coffee. “It’s n