Todos los capítulos de Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The Night Train to Moscow. First Class Sleeper. Somewhere near the Polish-Belarusian Border. 4:00 AM.The train cut through the snowy darkness like a silver needle. Clack-clack. Clack-clack. In Cabin 4, it was warm. Too warm.Sebastian paced the small space like a caged tiger. Three steps forward, three steps back. His shirt was unbuttoned. His skin was flushed. The serum was rewriting his biology. His metabolism was running at 300%."Sebastian," Harper whispered from the bunk. "Please. Sit down. You're making me dizzy."Sebastian stopped. He looked at her. His eyes were dilated, the golden irises glowing with an unnatural intensity. "I can't," he said, his voice low and vibrating. " The energy... it's like a reactor inside me. I can hear the wheels grinding on the tracks. I can hear Braun snoring in the next cabin. I can hear your heart beating."He moved to the bunk. He didn't limp. He moved with a terrifying grace. He placed a hand on the wall next to her head, trapping her. "It's

Moscow. "Red October" Factory. 11:15 AM.BOOM. Another section of the factory wall collapsed as the Crimson Guard’s APC fired its 30mm cannon. "They brought a tank to a gunfight!" Ivan yelled, laughing maniacally as he fired an RPG from behind a crate of AK-47s. WOOSH. BANG. The rocket hit the APC’s tracks, blowing them off. The vehicle spun out, crashing into a pillar."Go! Go! Go!" Dozens of elite Syndicate soldiers poured out of the smoke, moving in tactical formation. They wore red armbands. They didn't scream. They killed efficiently."Harper! High ground!" Sebastian’s voice crackled over the comms. It sounded synthetic, filtered through the helmet’s modulator."On it," Harper grabbed the AS Val suppressed rifle. She scrambled up a ladder to the overhead crane walkway. She looked down through her scope. Breath in. Breath out. Pfft. Pfft. Two soldiers dropped, holes in their visors.But there were too many of them. "They are flanking us!" Harper shouted. "Ivan's men are pinned dow

The Chukchi Sea Coast. Northern Alaska. Local Time: 11:00 AM (Twilight).The black conning tower of the Russian submarine broke through the thin ice near the shore. CRACK. A rubber dinghy was launched. Three figures paddled frantically toward the rocky, snow-covered beach.As soon as their boots hit the frozen gravel, the submarine didn't wait. It submerged instantly, vanishing like a steel whale, leaving them stranded at the edge of the world."Minus thirty," Dr. Braun checked his watch, his teeth chattering so hard he could barely speak. "With wind chill... minus forty-five." He was wearing three layers of stolen Russian naval wool, but he still looked like a freezing smurf.Sebastian stood tall, scanning the horizon. He was wearing the Ratnik-3 Exoskeleton (without the helmet, to save battery) under a heavy fur parka. His breath plumed in the air like dragon smoke. "The logging camp is ten miles East," Sebastian pointed to a dense line of pine trees. "We move. If we stop, we freeze

The Frozen Chukchi Sea. The Ice Bridge. 2:30 PM.The engines of the snowmobiles screamed like banshees against the howling wind. Jack rode the lead machine, towing Dr. Braun on the sled. Braun was clutching the sides, screaming words that were lost in the roar. Sebastian rode the second machine, with Harper clinging to his waist, facing backward, the AS Val rifle in her hands.The "Ice Bridge" wasn't a road. It was a jagged, shifting spine of frozen seawater, barely ten meters wide in some places. On either side, the black ocean churned, waiting to swallow them."Faster!" Sebastian’s voice boomed over the comms. "The vibration is cracking the ice behind us!""I'm giving her all she's got!" Jack yelled back. "Any faster and we fly off the edge!"THWUP-THWUP-THWUP. A deep, rhythmic thumping sound cut through the air. Not the wind. Rotors."Contact rear!" Harper shouted into her headset. "Black helicopter! No markings! It's a stealth Hawk!"[The Predator from the Sky]The helicopter rose

Deepwater 9. The High-Security Lab. 4:00 PM.Sebastian hung suspended in the air. Magnetic clamps held his arms and legs spread-eagled. He was still inside the Ratnik-3 Exoskeleton, but the suit was dead. The 300-pound metal frame, designed to make him a god, was now a coffin crushing his chest. Every breath was a struggle.The Warden stood in front of him, adjusting a complex laser scalpel. "The beauty of this armor," The Warden murmured, tapping the chest plate, "is that it kept you alive long enough for the serum to rewrite your DNA. But now... it's just packaging.""You talk too much," Sebastian wheezed. Sweat stung his eyes. "Just kill me.""Kill you?" The Warden laughed softly. "Mr. Sterling, you are the most valuable hard drive in the world. I need to extract the God Protocol from your marrow before I dispose of the husk."He turned to a massive screen on the wall. It showed a map of the world. Red dots were blinking over major cities: New York, London, Tokyo, Shanghai. "In fiv