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It has been three weeks since the attack on the compound, and The Reapers had wisely used the time to rebuild stronger than before. Venom stood in Godfather Marco's old office, which was now officially his, reviewing intelligence reports from around the world. Kozlov's organization was vast. They had facilities in Eastern Europe, South America, and Southeast Asia, all conducting research into genetic enhancement and supernatural abilities. "We've confirmed three more locations," Hacker reported as he stepped into the room with his laptop and a steaming cup of coffee. "But boss, the scope of this operation... it's bigger than anything we've faced before."

They weren't even just elite special forces operators with years of combat experience. They were something else entirely. Something beyond human. Genetically modified superhumans created in government laboratories using technology that officially didn't exist. The kind of monsters that could catch bullets with their bare hands, see in complete darkness, and snap necks like twigs. They could run faster than cars, jump higher than buildings, and fight like entire armies compressed into a single body. And Jason Wolfe was one of them.

Leonel, seeing those movements, squared his body, his back swelling, uncrossing his arms. "You could have messed with anything you wanted," Gael said, straight to his face. "You already have, Asgard can tell you that, can't he, Asg? And mysteriously, some of my company's external shares have been plummeting, what a strategy to convince a finance team to sell at a low price what is mine and make them disappear. I'm very curious that this happened before I knew that Sofia was here. What do you intend to do by using her? What is your plan now? I told you very well not to touch her and I promised you I wouldn't if you worked for me. Now you're going a little crazy bringing her here. She looks li

“Mr. Senator Gilbert? Of course, the whole city knows him already. He's one of two senators representing S city in parliament." “He also possesses Hologram Corporation? Why I don’t know anything about this company's products?" Katherine wondered, kept asking questions. The man named Jevan quickly replied, “The Hologram Corporation today is not what it was a few years ago. Since the change in business orientation, efficiency has decreased markedly. Although this corporation is still very powerful from the outside, it is only because of Gilbert Grande's reputation that it is taken seriously. My uncle is a shareholder of Hologram, he is planning to sell all his shares to invest elsewhere.”

“Your father has possessed the genius to recognize the weakness of mankind: The Humanity itself. We're vulnerable to greed, illness, emotional misery. He programmed Ouroboros to clean this planet. And he has you designed to get out of this ash. You're perfect, son. Your spirit, Your biology... you're evolution." The avatar raised a flawless, synthetic hand and pointed to me, Nova and Silas. “But you put dirt in my sanctuary. These obsolete models. See you not how bad they are? They're bleeding. They're afraid. You are the reason why

Three years of practice swallowing blood. Celine recovered first. Her smile was venom. “Finally. She knows her place.” I signed my name. Elena Hale. Last time. I pushed the papers at her chest. Hard. She stumbled. “Your turn,” I said. “Practice writing _homewrecker_. You’ll need it for court.” Lucas dropped my face like I burned him. He caught Celine’s elbow. “We’re leaving.” He left. His arm around her. Didn’t look back.

he asked, setting the tray down. “They’re not just a shadow organization, Girard,” I said, turning the laptop toward him. “They’re a coalition. Governments, pharmaceutical giants, and the remnants of the Italian mafia. They didn’t want the serum for a small war. They wanted to create a subspecies of humans who could outlive the planet’s decline.” “And they think our DNA is the map,” Girard growled, his eyes flashing amber.

Focus: combat stress physiology, genetic resilience markers, cardiac performance under extreme conditions. “She left after an ethics investigation,” Marcus said. “Details classified.” “Meaning?” Dominic asked. “Meaning she pushed boundaries.” Helios BioGenetics founded 2019. Estimated capital: over $500 million. Forty-seven peer-reviewed publications. Twelve patents in cardiac gene therapy. “She’s brilliant,” Marcus said. “And she believes what she’s doing is necessary. That makes her dangerous. She won’t yell. She won’t threaten. She’ll offer you something that sounds reasonable. Something that makes refusal feel irresponsible.”

“They didn’t fall. They merged. Matteo once said the council didn’t vanish — it evolved. Changed form. Hid inside institutions, governments, corporations.” Lucia typed rapidly, isolating segments of code. “Each name links to a bloodline record. Genetic data, registered under research foundations. All connected through a shell company — Lumen BioSystems.” Alessandro frowned. “Sounds like a biotech firm.” Lucia nodded. “Officially, it’s a medical research initiative — curing degenerative diseases, cognitive disorders. But look at this.” She pulled up a secondary file. It showed neural scans, brain mapping overlays — thousands of them. And beneath each file, a single line:

He kicked her in the stomach, raining down cruel, venomous words. Of course, it was I who had anonymously sent that video to Matthew. Kelly's nephew had been the real culprit. In my past life, he had escaped all accountability. Wilfred had protected him, ensuring he faced no repercussions until my death. But this time, I wouldn't let him get away with it. "You said you wanted to kill the one who murdered Sarah, right? Look! This little bastard is the killer! Isn't he Kelly's nephew, Lucas Shapiro? Why don't you go and finish him off?"