My Model (BL)
“Just a few more turns.”
They reached the main server room — an imposing vault of blinking lights and humming power. Soo-ah connected her laptop, fingers moving faster than thought. “Do-hyun, now.”
Do-hyun pressed a sequence of buttons on his portable device. The network shuddered, cameras went dark, alarms muted. Ten minutes of perfect silence awaited them.
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Sang-woo’s head snapped toward the sound of boots. Figures emerged from the shadows — elite guards, faster and sharper than the regular patrols. Gunfire erupted. The team dove into cover, bullets ricocheting, lights flashing in chaotic staccato.