《Black Network》全部章節：第 191 章 - 第 200 章

The door opened. Kenji walked into the room, his wet suit dripping onto the floor. He stopped a few paces back, head down.Shinjiro kept his boots on the desk, looking at his uncle. "Look what the storm dragged in."Kenji held his breathing steady. He needed to survive the night. The rest could wait. "I'm alive. That's what matters to this family.""I own the trust now. You don't have a family unless I say so."Kenji kept the venom down. "The mayor and the city council don't deal with street operators, Shinjiro. You need my face to manage City Hall.""You'll manage them with my gun behind you," Shinjiro said, leaning forward. "Go talk to Gabe. Keep his cops off the Italians. We use the department to take apart Dominic's logistics.""I'll handle the commissioner," Kenji said, and turned to leave.In the corner, Ichiro watched from his chair, hands on his cane. "You're building on sand, boy. The Italians will bring this tower down.""Your time is done," Shinjiro said, and looked away.H

Dominic stood over the desk, palms pressed flat against the city map.The doors swung open, and Hugo stepped inside."Talk to me," Dominic said, not looking up."Gabe's lost it, boss," Hugo said, checking his phone. "He just put out a citywide hot sheet on Wallace. Every cruiser on the pavement has a green light to shoot to kill. They're tearing the city apart.""Of course he did." Gabe was cornered, and cornered men got reckless. "Wallace is holding the tape that puts Gabe in a federal cage. If the truth gets out, the Director is done.""The cops are blocking the main avenues. They're setting up tactical checkpoints, squeezing the Old District into a tight box.""Then we go underneath them," Dominic ordered, palm cracking flat against the table. "Get Alexei's dockworkers on the line. Flood the Old District with our heavy crews right now. Ignore the main roads—use the old drainage tunnels and slip through their blind spots.""The feds are already sweeping those sectors, Dominic.""The

Moss slid the manila folder across the table, dropping the black USB drive right on top.Senior Prosecutor Sterling sat across from her, squinting under the fluorescent lights as he picked up the drive. Beside Moss, Wallace let out a ragged breath, his left shoulder buried under bloody gauze."That's the case, Sterling," Moss said, her voice tight. "The drive has the Cayman accounts, the routing codes, and the audio tape."Sterling plugged the drive into his terminal. He scanned the data, his face remaining completely flat. He hit the spacebar, cutting Gabe's voice command short. He slid the folder back across the steel table."No," Sterling said.Moss froze, her knuckles turning white against the metal. "What do you mean, no? The bastard sold his badge. You just heard him order a massacre.""I heard a voice on a digital file, Inspector," Sterling replied, his voice calm, bureaucratic. "In a federal court, Gabe's defense team will call this a deepfake before the jury even sits down. T

The heavy iron doors crashed open. Shinjiro ran, his torn coat trailing blood into the dark as five Vanguard shooters formed a tight wall around him. Dominic's dockworkers were swarming the lower bays, iron chains swinging, but the Vanguard dumped a desperate wall of lead to clear the exit grid. They didn't fight to win; they fought to bleed through. Shinjiro dived into a waiting SUV, the vehicle tearing away from the railyard before Moss's tactical cruisers could lock down the outer ring. He fled back to his tower, bleeding but breathing.Inside the penthouse, Shinjiro slammed his hands onto the desk. The monitors were black. The railyard feed was dead, and his entire North District crew had just dropped off the map. He snatched the secure phone and speed-dialed Gabe."Gabe! Where the hell are your SWAT trucks?!" Shinjiro shouted into the phone. "My guys got slaughtered at the yard!""I'm screwed, Takahashi!" Gabe shot back, his voice shaking. "The feds are raiding my office! Interna

Shinjiro propped his boots onto the desk.Kenji stood flat on the rug, hands locked behind his back."My boys own downtown now," Shinjiro said. "Every block is locked tight. We hold the ground.""We share the seat," Kenji said, stepping into his space.Shinjiro dropped his boots to the floor. "Tokyo is miles away. I'm running this war.""A street war brings the feds, you idiot," Kenji said. "Gabe's gone, run out of town. The local cops won't help us anymore. The politicians want us to go dark.""Moretti is pulling his crews back together. If we lay low, we lose the docks. Violence is the only language these Italians understand.""Keep it surgical," Kenji warned. "Talk to me before you send a convoy into the streets. I have to clean up your mess with the suits."Shinjiro glared at him. "I run the shooters, Uncle. You just sign the checks."Kenji slowly lowered his head. "I'll make the wire transfer."Kenji entered the secondary suite. Madame Cleo stood near the server rack, tapping a t