All Chapters of RED LABEL: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Cross pulled up along the curb two blocks away, eyeing the structure through his windshield. "Interesting choice. Guys, reposition." Derick and Kane got out of the sedan and melted into the shadows, taking up vantage points where they could keep watch on the building. Derick's voice crackled through the earphone. "You recognize the facility?" "Former federal records annex," Cross noted. "Decommissioned during the budget sweeps." "Is it still active?" "Not officially." "Someone's in there," Kane added softly from his position across the street. Cross kept his hands loose on the steering wheel. "How do you know?" "Faint light bleed on the third-floor east corner. Shielded, but visible if you know where to look." They watched from the shadows as Denkley approached the side entrance and vanished inside. "Give him five minutes," Cross ordered. "Why five?" Derick asked. "Because if someone is waiting inside to ambush him, we don't want to walk into the middle of a hot kill zone."

Nobody allowed a slight smile to surface. "I'll make a conscious effort to control my expression.""Thank you."By the time they pulled into the subterranean garage at Redstone, the daily corporate machinery was already moving at full speed.Employees crossed the vast, marble-tiled lobby in steady streams, visitors queued at the security turnstiles, and uniformed guards monitored the glass barriers with the practiced efficiency of a multinational firm.Nobody walked half a step behind Evelyn as they entered the building.He didn't hover, nor did he make a show of shielding her body. He simply moved with a quiet, fluid awareness, his eyes continuously tracking the environment.Every detail was new raw data. He had never walked through Redstone beside Evelyn before; he had never seen how the executive floor filtered traffic, how staff members approached her in public spaces, or which electronic doors swung open on sight and which required high-clearance keycards.At the private executiv

The rain over the Ironworks District had turned to a fine, cold mist, sticking to the soot-stained brick of the surrounding warehouses.Across from the abandoned railyard, Kane leaned against the rusted iron frame of an elevated water tower, his body motionless beneath a dark parka. Through the high-magnification lens of his tactical scope, he maintained a steady lock on Detective Richard Denkley’s vehicle—a battered, unmarked sedan parked two blocks down from an old municipal water treatment office.Kane didn't adjust his grip. He didn't blink. But his thumb tapped once against the side of his frame, a rhythmic, subconscious habit when a pattern failed to align."Cross," Kane murmured into his comms."Speak," Cross replied, his voice a low, steady hum over the encrypted frequency. He was positioned three streets back, parked inside a delivery van, monitoring the broader traffic grids."The secondary element," Kane said, his tone devoid of emotion. "They're deviating.""How so?""The

Evelyn looked at her Chief Financial Officer, and then, to Richie's absolute astonishment, she let out a bright, genuine laugh."Do you know who that man is, Richie?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with suppressed amusement."I don't care whoever the hell he is!" Richie sneered, smoothing his jacket with trembling fingers. "He belongs in a ditch, not an executive suite! And he was unbelievably rude to me!" Nobody stood quietly by the doorway, his tone entirely dry and polite. "Look who's talking."Richie spun around, pointing a finger at Nobody's face. "Shut up, punk! Don't you dare talk while I'm talking. I'm going to have you arrested for assaulting to god-tier staff of Redstone Global. This moment!" "God-tier staff?" Nobody scoffed. "Oh, please.""You'll soon see." Richie brought out his eight-hundred and fifty-fifty thousand dollars satelite phone to make a call. "You'll do no such thing, Richie. Perhaps I didn't introduce him properly. He's the man that rescued me from the kidna

The following morning arrived with the pale, washed-out clarity that only early autumn in New Avalon could manage. Sunlight filtered weakly through the tall, sheer drapes of Evelyn Carter’s office-appartment suite, cutting through the remaining gloom and casting long, pale bars across the dark hardwood floor.For three days straight, she hadn't gone to her main home at the Eastern District of New Avalon. It wasn't because she hated her home. Far from it. But mainly because of the security threats she had been facing during the three-days stretch. It all started the day the fake security guard came snooping into her office, the same day Nobody was employed. Three days ago.The second reason concerned Nobody himself. Since he had no place to stay yet, the best she could do was let him sleep on her home-office couch each night until she found him a place of his own.In the kitchen area, Evelyn stood with a pristine porcelain mug resting between her fingers, taking a slow, measured sip