《Black Network》全部章節：第 221 章 - 第 230 章

Kenji pressed the phone to his ear, pacing the glass floor."Five hundred grand," Kenji said."Lina Rossi's got clean receipts, Takahashi," the editor of the City Gazette wheezed over the line. "Routing codes, shell accounts. I can't just kill her story.""Seven hundred," Kenji said. "Offshore wire tonight, or your career is dead."A pause over the line. "First half to the usual wallet," the editor grunted.Kenji hung up and turned to Cleo. "Wire seven hundred grand to the Gazette's editor from the Singapore account.""That leaves a fresh paper trail," Cleo warned."It buys the local press," Kenji said, grabbing his scotch. "Send the money."Cleo swiped her screen. "Done. Hits his account in three minutes."Down in the basement, the air was thick with burnt coffee and machine heat.Sophia turned her monitor. "Marvin, look at this."Marvin walked over. "What've you got?""A seven-hundred-thousand-dollar wire just hit a private wallet," Sophia said, keys clattering. "From Takahashi's Si

The jet's tires screeched on the wet tarmac.The metal stairs unfolded. Ichiro stepped into the rain, leaning on his cane. He walked right past them to the armored SUV.Ichiro's aide, Saito, opened the door. "Welcome to Nova City, sir.""Where's Tanaka?" Ichiro asked, sliding inside."Waiting at the tower.""Drive," Ichiro said. "We have work to do."Down in the safehouse, Sophia's hand cracked against her desk. "Holy shit. Someone just took out the European mirrors."Lina turned her chair. "Took out how?""DDoS hit the main sites, and two of our syndication partners pulled the piece under legal threat," Sophia said, tapping her screen. "The archive mirrors are still live, but the main links are all dead."Marvin looked up from his phone. "It gets worse. Look at the local feed. Some fall guy just walked into the FBI and confessed.""A scapegoat," Lina said. "Ichiro bought the media and gave the Feds a dummy in the same hour."Marvin shook his head, cursing under his breath. "The mayor

Rain hit the rusted roof as Shinjiro's SUVs pulled into the South District warehouse one by one.Ten of his original loyal hitters jumped out, guns up, securing the doors.Shinjiro stepped onto a wooden crate as the recalled mercenaries filed back into the room. Forty armed men filled the dark space."Ichiro left us to rot at the armory," Shinjiro said, eyes sweeping across the crowd. "He sat in his penthouse and tried to hand us to the Feds."His captain stepped up. "The old man controls the bank accounts, Shinjiro.""I hold the guns!" Shinjiro shot back, pointing at his chest. "And guns take the money. We take that tower tonight."The mercenaries cheered, racking rifle bolts and checking tactical gear.Shinjiro felt his pulse racing—this wasn't a desperate retreat anymore. With his ten core loyalists and thirty hired pros back under one roof, he held real power again.The captain nodded, turning to the men. "You heard him!"Shinjiro hopped off the crate, looking at his crew. "Get so

Kenji sat on the edge of the motel bed, phone pressed to his ear, Sato standing by the window with the curtain pulled back an inch."It's me," Kenji said, when the line finally connected to Tanaka. "Don't hang up. I'm not calling to negotiate.""You have thirty seconds," Tanaka said."Tell the Chairman I'm coming in empty-handed except for one thing. I have the Singapore ledger — the real one, the one Shinjiro never found. I'm not selling it. I'm bringing it to him." Kenji paused, made himself say the next part slowly. "Tell him I want to kneel, not bargain."There was a long silence on the other end. Then Tanaka said, "Come alone. Sato waits in the car."The penthouse still smelled of spent powder and something coppery underneath the air conditioning. Kenji made himself look at Shinjiro's body on the way in — a half-second, no longer — and then fixed his eyes on the back of Ichiro's head instead.Ichiro didn't turn around right away. He stood at the window with both hands on the cane

Moss stared out at the blurred neon lights streaking across the windshield."I'm locking down my precinct, Dominic," she said. "I need your truck routes. Tonight.""No." Dominic kept both hands on the wheel, eyes on the road. "Not happening.""I'm gutting my own department for this." Moss turned to face him. "Forty-two officers under review, half my building thinks I've lost my mind, and you're telling me no?""Your building's leaking, Moss. You said so yourself." Dominic didn't look over. "I hand you my routes, your rat hands them to Kenji inside the hour, and my trucks get hit before they clear the second checkpoint. That's not a risk I'm taking to help you close your case faster.""So what, we just sit on our hands while Tanaka's out there setting traps and Kenji's cooking the books?""We sit until you've got your own house in order." Dominic finally glanced at her. "Find your rat. Put cuffs on him. Then we talk about routes.""You're making a mistake." Moss shoved the door open in