All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The air in New Kowloon didn't just smell; it tasted. It tasted of recycled air scrubbed too many times, of ozone frying off illegal power couplings, of synthetic pork fat sizzling in gutter-oil woks, and beneath it all, the copper tang of dried blood. It was a city built on the rotting carcass of the old world, a vertical shantytown of neon and rust that clawed its way up the sides of the massive sea walls, hiding from the sun and the law in equal measure.Jack Sterling stumbled through the magnetic-seal doors of "Doc Varg's chop shop," his boots leaving wet, bloody streaks on the grimy tile floor. His lungs burned with every inhalation, a fire that radiated from the "keyhole" scar on his chest, pulsing in agonizing rhythm with his heart. He wasn't walking so much as dragging his own weight, his Alpha physiology screaming for rest that he couldn't afford.Beside him, Marcus was a mountain of battered flesh and grim determination. The reborn Shieldguard was carrying Cat

The journey to Sector 4 was a descent into the architectural unconscious of the city. While the upper levels of New Kowloon preened with holographic geishas and neon dragons that chased each other across diamond-glass skyscrapers, Sector 4 was where the city’s skeletons were buried. Here, the buildings were made of pitted concrete and rusted rebar, huddled together like old men trying to keep warm in the acid rain.Jack Sterling drove the stolen, battered hover-van with a white-knuckled grip. The vehicle’s suspension was shot, transmitting every pothole and severed power cable directly into his bruised spine. Beside him, Finch was checking the magazine of a pistol that looked like an antique. The old butler’s hands were steady, but his skin was the color of wet parchment."We are being watched," Finch murmured, not looking up from the weapon. "I can feel the eyes. Not cameras. People.""Ten billion credits turns every beggar into a surveillance

The transition from the chaotic, rain-lashed violence of the exterior plaza to the interior of the Data Vault was a sensory shock that made Jack Sterling nauseous. The heavy blast doors hissed shut behind them, sealing out the roar of the storm and the distant wail of sirens, replacing it with a silence so profound it felt pressurized.The lobby of the Sector 7 Data Vault was not designed for human comfort. It was a cathedral dedicated to the worship of information, a vast, cavernous expanse of sterile white marble and seamless plasteel that stretched upwards into a vaulted ceiling lost in shadow. There were no chairs, no reception desks, no potted plants to simulate life. Just an endless, gleaming white void, illuminated by recessed lighting strips that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic blue glow, like the heartbeat of a sleeping leviathan."Clear," Jack whispered, though his voice boomed in the acoustic perfection of the hall. He winced, tightening his grip on the hilt of

They burst out of the Data Vault's main entrance, gasping for air, ripping the masks off their faces. The rain of Sector 7 hit them like a blessing, washing away the chemical sting of the neurotoxin.But the relief lasted exactly three seconds.The plaza in front of the Vault, previously empty, was now a fortress.While they were inside, the Council had moved the heavy pieces on the board.Three M1 Abrams tanks, modified for urban pacification, sat in a semicircle, their 120mm smoothbore cannons leveled directly at the doorway.Behind them, two platoons of heavy infantry in full riot gear formed a shield wall, their visors glowing red in the gloom.And above, the sky churned. Five Apache attack helicopters hovered in a menacing V-formation, their searchlights pinning Jack and his team against the white wall of the Vault.The light was blinding. The sound of the rotors was deafening, a physical pressure beating down on them."End of the

"Plug it in," Jack said, tossing the bloody sensor visor to Haley as he climbed back into the driver’s seat of the SUV.Haley caught it with a grimace, holding it by a dangling wire. "Ew. Ew, ew, ew. Jack, this is... there's literally brain matter on the USB port.""Clean it off," Jack said, putting the SUV in gear. "And find me that prison."They sped away from the tower, heading north on the coastal highway. The city lights began to thin out, replaced by the dark, churning expanse of the ocean on their right.Haley wiped the device with a wet wipe, looking green, and plugged it into her pink laptop. Her fingers flew across the keys, bypassing the bio-metric locks."Okay," she breathed, her eyes darting across the code. "Okay, I'm in. It's a localized tracking daemon. It's pinging a transponder."She pulled up a map on the dashboard display."There," she pointed. "A signal. moving North-North-West. Speed... 400 knots.""400 kn