All Chapters of Black Network: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Look at this garbage, Hayes. Tell me you’re joking."Hayes didn't look up from his coffee. "Forty men, Moss. Straight from the Commissioner. We’ve got the green light and the funding.""The Commissioner’s green light is a lie he tells to keep his job." Moss grabbed a pen and stabbed the first name on the list. "Jenkins? Out. Vance? Throw him in the trash.""Jenkins is a ten-year SWAT veteran," Hayes protested, finally looking at her. "He’s the best breacher we’ve got.""Jenkins spent Christmas at Moretti’s charity gala eating turkey on the mob’s dime. And Vance?" Moss leaned over the table, her shadow swallowing Hayes. "Vance 'lost' a kilo of heroin from the evidence locker three months ago. You call that a veteran? I call that a rat."Hayes stiffened. He grabbed a marker and slashed the names so hard the tip snapped. "You’re gutting the task force before we even draw our weapons.""I don't need a task force. I need people who don't have a price tag." Moss grabbed Hayes’s phone from

The guard kicked the steel door. "Get up, Victor. Last thing I need is you dying on my shift."No answer. Victor was a heap of rags on the cot, motionless.The guard spat a curse. He stepped inside, leaning over the bed. "Hey. You hear me?"Victor’s hand blurred, he tried to crush it. "I hear you," Victor hissed, his eyes burning. The guard’s eyes bugged out. He clawed at Victor’s grip, but it was like fighting a vice. Ten seconds later, the kid’s body hit the concrete like a sack of wet sand.Victor grabbed the keys. One sharp click, and the shackles were off. He didn't waste time looking back. "Thanks for the lift, kid."He moved through the service corridor like a ghost. The garage was just ahead. A lone guard was leaning against a black SUV, too busy scrolling through his phone to hear death approaching.Victor didn't wait for a greeting. He grabbed the man’s hair and slammed his face into the car’s B-pillar. One hit. A dull, sickening crack. The guard slumped to the floor before

"The Southside hub and the downtown complex? Gone," Lina snapped. "Takahashi isn't just winning, he’s erasing her.""I tracked the shell companies," Sophia interjected. "Panama, Caymans, Zurich. He’s moving money faster than a bullet. You can't fight what you can't see."Dominic stared at the photo of Takahashi on the board. "My guys are at the Crystal Palace. They’re watching every exit.""They’re watching bricks and mortar, you idiot!" Lina’s voice was a whip. "Takahashi is hitting her from a penthouse with a fiber-optic cable. While your thugs are playing tag in the street, he’s deleting our entire lives.""So what? We just sit here and watch him click 'delete'?""We stop reacting and start stealing," Lina leaned over the table, her eyes lethal. "I want Noah Kim."Sophia snorted. "Noah? He’s a prick. And he costs more than a senator.""He’s the only one who can crack military-grade encryption before his coffee gets cold," Lina shot back. "We have the cash. Stop being cheap and star

"I’m in."Noah Kim kicked his chair back, the screech echoing against the concrete."Show me," Dominic said."A sync bridge," Sophia interjected, her eyes narrowing."It’s not a bridge, Soph. It’s a goddamn highway. The laptop is sitting inside the Tokyo network right now, shaking hands with the cloud. It’s a wide-open window, and we’re climbing through."Dominic stepped into the blue light of the screens. "How do we kill it?""The next sync hits at dawn," Noah said, his fingers hovering over the keys. "I’ve got a phantom script ready. The phone carries it in, the laptop unpacks it, and we own his credentials.""How long do you have?" Lina asked."Twelve seconds. After that, the handshake closes and their security wakes up.""Twelve seconds to win a war?""Twelve seconds is a lifetime for a pro," Noah shot back. "I’ll have his entire server on a drive before he even finishes his first sip of coffee.""Done. I’m balls-deep in the kid’s cloud. It’s a goddamn goldmine."The screen was al

The crowd was garbage. Lina shoved through the tourists.Then she saw her.Jane Sweet was standing dead center in the chaos. Her coat cost more than a kidney, and her hands were relaxed at her sides. She was waiting.Lina stared into Jane’s eyes, waiting for the muzzle flash. A tourist slammed into Lina’s shoulder, cursing her out. Lina didn't blink. Neither did Jane. Then a swarm of sightseers cut the line of sight. When the crowd cleared, the sidewalk was empty. Jane was gone.Lina didn't wait. She burned rubber back to the safe house.She kicked the steel door shut and threw the deadbolt. Sophia looked up from the monitors. "What happened?"Lina tossed her notebook onto the timber table. Slap. "I ran into Jane. Financial district."Dominic drifted out of the shadows, "Did she take the shot?""No. She just stood there. Five seconds of making sure I knew exactly how easily she could kill me.""She’s tracking you," Sophia muttered, her pen shaking. "She’s showing off.""No," Lina sna