All Chapters of The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The "Abandoned Mine" turned out to be a rusting relic from the gold rush era, a cluster of corrugated iron sheds groaning under the weight of the Canadian winter. The wind chill was minus thirty.Inside the only intact structure—a former foreman’s office—the team had set up a makeshift command center. A kerosene heater sputtered in the corner, providing barely enough warmth to keep their fingers nimble."We have a problem," Ben Carter announced. His face, usually flushed with the anxiety of managing billions, was now ghostly pale in the blue light of his laptop.Jack sat in a broken office chair, wrapped in three layers of wool blankets. His blackened right arm was immobilized in a splint. He looked like a king in exile—battered, but still commanding the room."Spit it out, Ben. Did the SEC finally catch up with us?""Worse," Ben said, turning the laptop around. "We’re broke."On the screen, the Sterling Industrial accounts

The tunnel entrance beneath the reindeer trough wasn't just a root cellar. It was a heavy blast door made of reinforced steel, stamped with the faded emblem of the Canadian Department of National Defence, circa 1965."Hailey," Jack gasped, his breath misting in the frigid air as he and Ben lowered Marcus onto the concrete floor of the airlock. "Tell me this goes somewhere.""The deed said 'Cold War Supply Line'," Hailey said, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. She frantically typed a code into the keypad. "It was part of the DEW Line project. An underground rail system to move ICBMs between silos without Soviet satellites seeing them. It should connect all the way to the Arctic coast."The massive gears groaned, and the blast door slammed shut, sealing out the howling wind and the approaching drone swarm.Silence. Then, the hum of ancient fluorescent lights flickering to life.They were standing on a concrete platform. In front of them, resting on rus

Barrow, Alaska. Utqiagvik. The northernmost point of the United States.It was a place where the sun didn't rise for sixty days a year. A graveyard of whaling ships and frozen dreams. The town looked like a scattering of toy blocks thrown into a freezer—prefabricated houses on stilts to keep them from sinking into the melting permafrost, satellite dishes encrusted with rime ice, and streets that were just packed snow.The Snowpiercer ground to a halt inside a derelict subterranean military depot three miles outside of town. The brakes screamed like banshees, sending showers of sparks into the dark cavern."Atmospheric temperature: minus forty-five," Robert read from the console. "Wind chill: minus sixty. If you have exposed skin, it freezes in thirty seconds.""Perfect weather for a business meeting," Jack said, pulling on a heavy white parka. He winced as he slid his arm into the sleeve. The sling was hidden underneath. To the outside world, he had to look

"Boss, you need to see this."Ben Carter’s voice broke the silence of the recovery room. Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, Catherine bandaging his arm. He looked up.Ben was holding a tablet. His face was ghostly pale."He’s live," Ben said. "Global frequency. Every channel. Every streaming platform. Even the digital billboards in Times Square."Jack took the tablet.The screen showed a panoramic view of the night skyline of New York City. The camera panned down to the helipad of the Sterling Tower—the building Jack had built, the symbol of his power, now occupied by his shadow.Cain stood in the center of the helipad.He wore a suit identical to the one Jack had worn the day he took the company public. But Cain wore it differently. There was a looseness to his posture, a terrifying, languid grace. The wind whipped his hair, but he didn't blink.In his hand, he held a small, wooden object. A carved wolf."Citizens

The convoy moved like a line of black beetles across a sheet of white paper.They had three vehicles. Modified Arctic "Snow-Cats"—tracked all-terrain transports with reinforced plating and mounted floodlights.Jack drove the lead vehicle. Catherine was in the passenger seat, manning the navigation. Marcus was in the back, checking the charge on the heavy plasma cannon they had salvaged from the Snowpiercer."Visibility is zero," Jack said, squinting through the windshield. The wipers were fighting a losing battle against the snow, which was coming down horizontally. "This isn't weather. It’s a defense mechanism.""The electromagnetic interference is off the charts," Catherine said, tapping the dashboard screen. "GPS is gone. Compass is spinning. We’re navigating by dead reckoning.""And by the light show," Marcus grunted, pointing ahead.Even through the blizzard, the purple glow of the Aurora Station was visible on the hor