جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 45

The thunderous applause, the desperate shouting of the panicked banking executives, and the metallic echoes of the collapsing financial systems had finally faded into a distant memory, replaced now by the crisp, biting wind of the late evening. Ethan Vance stood alone on the private rooftop helipad of the New Delhi Financial Complex, looking down at the sprawling, chaotic labyrinth of the capital city below. Far beneath his leather boots, the millions of city lights pulsed and flickered through the heavy evening smog like the intricate, glowing pathways of a massive, living circuit board. In his left hand, he held the old, heavily scratched photograph of his beloved grandfather, Arthur Vance. In his right hand, his grip remained completely unyielding on the handle of the sleek, metallic briefcase containing the fully synchronized Chronos-Anchor. He had successfully dismantled Silver Monarch's corrupt financial empire in a matter of hours and completely broken his elite physical vangu

The escape from the Zurich safehouse had left Ethan’s muscles aching and his mind frayed, but there was no time to process the adrenaline dump. He and Dr. Klaus Vance were now crammed into the back of a rusted, non-descript delivery van, speeding away from the financial district and heading deeper into the Swiss countryside. Outside, the neon lights of the city gradually faded, replaced by the towering, ominous silhouettes of the snow-capped Alps under a starless sky.Dr. Vance sat opposite Ethan, cradling a heavily encrypted, metallic briefcase against his chest as if it were an infant. His breathing was still shallow, his eyes darting toward the van's tinted rear windows every time a pair of headlights appeared in the distance. "They won't stop, Ethan," Klaus said, his voice trembling but laced with a grim certainty. "The Council of Five... they have eyes in every satellite, ears in every local network. Breaking me out of that safehouse didn't just disrupt their plans; it declared