Evelyn adjusted her earpiece as she and Serena slipped through the back entrance of the shipping yard. The docks were alive with movement—workers unloading cargo, guards patrolling with rifles slung over their shoulders, and the ever-present hum of the Phantom Syndicate’s operations."This is it," Serena murmured, her voice low but sharp. "The shipment we’ve been tracking is on that freighter."Evelyn nodded, her eyes scanning the area. The intelligence Callum had managed to recover pointed to a dangerous payload arriving tonight—something the Syndicate needed for Project Rebirth. If they didn’t stop it now, the city would suffer consequences they weren’t prepared for."Two guards at the entrance, another near the crates," Evelyn whispered. "We’ll need to take them out quietly."Serena smirked. "You take left. I’ve got right."With the precision of trained operatives, they moved. Serena struck first, wrapping an arm around a guard’s throat and dragging him into the shadows before he c

The night erupted in chaos. Explosions rattled the skyline, and gunfire echoed through the streets as Leo’s forces clashed with the Syndicate’s remaining loyalists. Smoke billowed from burning cars, sirens wailed in the distance, and the once-thriving city had become a war zone.Leo sprinted through the rubble-strewn streets, his team following close behind. They moved with precision, taking down enemies as they advanced toward Zhao Tower—the heart of the Syndicate’s final stand.Markus’s voice crackled through Leo’s earpiece.“We’ve cleared the east side, but they’re bringing in reinforcements. We can’t hold them off forever.”Leo ducked behind cover as a hail of bullets shattered the glass windows beside him. He reloaded his weapon, his mind racing. “Hold them as long as you can. We’re almost at the bunker.”Serena and Evelyn flanked him, their movements sharp and relentless. Serena took down a sniper positioned on a rooftop, while Evelyn covered their rear, ensuring no enemies got

The sun was rising over the city, casting an eerie golden glow over the wreckage left behind. Smoke curled from buildings that had once stood tall, now reduced to crumbling ruins. The distant wails of sirens and the murmurs of survivors filled the streets.Leo stood in the center of it all, his boots scraping against the cracked pavement as he took in the sight before him. This was the cost of victory.The Phantom Syndicate was no more.But it hadn’t come without a price.Blood stained the streets, some fresh, some dried from the night before. His team had won, but at what cost?Markus was gone.Callum was gone.Philip, despite everything, had fought to redeem himself in the end. He hadn’t made it.Leo clenched his fists. The war was over, but the scars would remain forever.Evelyn approached him, her face streaked with dirt and dried blood, her clothes torn from battle. She looked at him with exhausted eyes. “We did it,” she said softly, but there was no relief in her tone—just empti