All Chapters of My Lover Drowned Me For Greed: I'm Back To Make Him Suffer : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

​The massive, reinforced outer blast doors of Aegis Hub 01 ground open with a deep, industrial groan that sent a shockwave through the freshly formed sheets of black ice on the staging ramp. Outside, the endless, toxic blizzard of the lowlands howled against the threshold, carrying the faint, bitter scent of alkaline ash and sulfur.​Three heavily modified multi-axle convoy rigs sat idling in the driving snow exactly fifty meters beyond the perimeter wire. Their corporate headlights cut through the dark in long, pale yellow beams, reflecting off the dark, wet plating of the automated defense turrets tracking their every chassis.​"The trade handshakes are completely locked," Leo reported, his hands trembling slightly as he monitored the external comms console from the shelter of the bay doors. "Vivian, it’s the logistics representatives from the southern trade basins. They didn't just bring fuel cells—they’ve completely cleared out their local silos to offer raw copper components and

​The holographic wireframe floating over Vivian’s wrist terminal hummed with an eerie, rhythmic stability, illuminating the hidden infrastructure blueprints that had lain dormant under the tundra since the pre-war era. Deep below the snow-choked tracks of the central rail-head sat a massive, automated hydraulic switching matrix designed to isolate the mountain's logistical grid during a catastrophic surface breach.​"Leo, bypass the local command restrictors," Vivian directed smoothly, her voice cutting through the cold room like a scalpel. "The syndicate believes they own the rails because they seized the steel. They do not realize the steel rests entirely on an administrative floor that I control."​"The bypass code is taking, Vivian!" Leo muttered frantically, his frozen breath hitting the glare of his screen. White-hot lines of administrative overrides began cascading across his diagnostic pad. "The routing matrix is responding. It’s tracing a high-voltage pneumatic pipeline right

​The diagnostic panels monitoring the deep-water port flared into a blinding, ice-blue cascade as Leo slammed the manual interlock downward.​"Surfactant delivery valves to the coastal pipeline are entirely closed, Vivian!" Leo reported, his teeth chattering as the terminal room's ambient temperature continued to adapt to the sub-glacial siphon balances. "The sub-core's high-pressure heating manifolds have successfully redirected the entire chemical reserve backward into our local containment cells. Without the constant flow of our thermal lubricants, the coastal bay's water temperature is dropping below the liquid-stone threshold in real time!"​"The cold is a mathematical certainty, Leo," Vivian stated smoothly.​She stood at the edge of the high terminal balcony, her long pale hair catching the harsh emerald glare of the overhead sensor grids. Her slate-gray officer’s leather mantle hung in clean, unyielding lines, emphasizing her clinical, calculating stance. Her bare right hand r

​The twin streaks of white-hot kinetic propulsion tore through the raging coastal tempest, cutting clean, vacuum-sealed corridors through the dense, snow-heavy clouds. From the high balcony of Aegis Hub 01, the distant horizon flared into a blinding, golden flash as the Titan payloads struck the frozen bay.​A low, resonant rumble rolled across the sub-glacial shelf seconds later, shaking the frost from the structural arches above.​"Direct kinetic impact on target coordinates!" Leo shouted, his hands blurring across his console as real-time satellite telemetry flooded his screens. "The harbor citadel’s high-impact kinetic shields buckled on impact! The structural displacement wave completely shattered the remaining sea ice surrounding their hulls—the entire harbor infrastructure has collapsed into the ocean trench!"​"A complete liquidation of their tactical reserve," Vivian stated smoothly.​She didn't blink as the satellite feed updated, showing the once-impenetrable coastal fortre

​The sky above Sector 02 did not resemble the rest of the continent. While thick, iron-gray storm clouds tumbled across the distant horizon—bloated with the heavy, chemical moisture of the coming atmospheric crash—the air directly above the mountain valley was clear, warm, and washed in a faint golden haze.​Thermal radiation from the deep geothermal heat exchangers pushed outward in a five-kilometer dome. Where the warm air met the sub-zero wind of the outer tundra, a continuous wall of white mist rose into the sky, marking the sharp, unnatural border of the oasis.​"They're gathering at the three-kilometer mark," Leo said, his voice quiet in the vast, polished expanse of the command module. He sat at the main sensor array, his fingers flying across the holographic interface to render a high-density tactical grid. "The movement started at dawn. First it was small groups of scavengers, but now... Vivian, it's entire migrant columns. Thousands of them."​Vivian stood on the central obs