The next morning, the sun shone brightly over London, casting a peaceful light on a city bustling with activity. However, the atmosphere at Eagle Eye's headquarters was far from calm. The shocking news of Robert and Stevano's deaths had spread like wildfire, shaking the entire organization to its core.At Eagle Eye's headquarters, the morning began with an unusual tension. Several executives and senior members gathered in the main conference room, discussing the shocking news that had sent ripples through their ranks: two of their key people—Robert and Stevano—had been found dead. Initial information suggested that they had been killed in a highly professional manner, leaving no doubt that Nate and his group were involved.Rodrigo, a senior leader in Eagle Eye, stood at the front of the room with a furious expression. "We can't let this go unpunished," he said in a firm tone. "They've trespassed on our territory and shown that they're ready for war. This is a serious warning that we m

Night enveloped London in darkness and silence, illuminated only by dim streetlights. Nate and his team were relaxing at headquarters after a day full of activities and tension. The atmosphere inside the headquarters felt calmer after the stressful hours, but this tranquility did not last long, as James summoned them for an urgent meeting.Nate checked his watch and nodded. "It seems like James really wants to discuss something serious. Aiden, are you ready with the car?" Aiden nodded, prepared to act if needed. Nate checked their equipment, ensuring everything was in order before leaving headquarters.James Rolling's office remained brightly lit despite the darkness outside. The large lights inside the office shone brightly, contrasting sharply with the dark night outside. James stood near his desk, looking anxious but determined. The room was full of scattered documents, showing how busy he had been lately.When Nate and his team arrived, they were greeted by James, who immediately

A bright morning embraced London, with a clear blue sky and soft sunlight bathing the city. However, behind the beauty of the morning, something invisible lingered—a tension that flowed between the shadows. Damian, one of Nate’s team members, stood at a distance, carefully observing the movements of the police chief he had been following for the past few days. Damian was a calm and calculated figure, someone who could disappear into a crowd and become an unseen shadow. His ability to observe without being noticed was a valuable asset to Nate’s team, especially in situations requiring close surveillance like this. He was in a parked car on the side of the road, watching the police headquarters from afar. Since the police chief had caught their attention, Damian had been tasked with following his every move. This police chief, who was supposed to be the guardian of law and order, had now become someone who needed to be closely watched. Nate and his team suspected that the chief had bee

That morning, the London sky was clear, but the atmosphere around James Rolling's office was far from calm. Outside the building, a massive crowd had suddenly gathered, holding banners, placards, and flags. They were chanting various slogans demanding justice, expressing their anger and disappointment toward James. At a glance, it looked like a spontaneous protest, but something felt off.James, who was sitting in his office, was startled by the increasingly loud roar outside. When he peeked out from his office window, his eyes widened at the sight of the many people now filling the street in front of his building. This wasn’t an ordinary crowd. Too organized, too large, and there was something unsettling about the way they moved."How could this happen?" James muttered, his eyes still fixed on the crowd outside.His secretary, who had just entered the room with a panicked expression, immediately informed him, "Mr. Rolling, they’re demanding that you come out and explain the allegatio

The recent days had been unbearably heavy for James. From the early morning, he could feel the pressure that had been worsening day by day. There was no more peace at home or in his office. Every second, it felt as if a shadow of threat was constantly lurking. And today, that pressure reached its peak.When James arrived at his office, the atmosphere was already different. The employees appeared more tense than usual. That tension spread throughout the room, making the atmosphere increasingly uncomfortable. Not long after, the main office door swung open abruptly, marking the arrival of a group of men dressed in dark suits with serious expressions. They were prosecutors, and James immediately knew they were not here for trivial matters.One of them, a man with black hair and thick glasses, stepped forward. "Mr. James Rolling, we are here to conduct an investigation regarding allegations of illegal campaign funds and tax evasion involving you," he said in a formal but cold tone. The ma