The staff looked at Carson and his family curiously. After assessing their appearance from top to bottom, he snorted and then burst out in a fit of laughter, which filled the room with a mocking tone."It's not them," he taunted with a sarcastic smile. "How could someone as poor as them rent a room for 20 million dollars? You can't even afford expensive clothes. Let alone rent a room that expensive."Carson stood up straight, feeling his anger rising. He was sure Darwis had reserved the room for him and his family. With a firm voice, he said, "I will not lie. Check again in whose name the room was booked. You must be wrong."The staff responded with a louder laugh and then said dismissively, "If it turns out that it was indeed you who rented the room, I'm ready to resign from this job. But if not, I want to see you kneel before me. You have to kiss my feet 10 times."Carson stared at the staff with a sharp gaze. His facial expression showed firmness and deep anger. His family members
The hotel staff looked amazed when the man appeared. His expression was not only shocked, but a mixture of confusion, anxiety, and fear covered his face. He wanted to run away, but his feet felt frozen. Sweat was pouring down her forehead, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably.The glamorously dressed woman beside the staff frowned, trying to understand the situation. Although she didn't know the man, his clothes and shoes cost thousands of dollars, which made it clear that this man was from the upper class and very wealthy.The woman whispered, "Who is he?""He is the General Manager of this hotel, Blue Sky," the staff member replied shaky.Hearing that answer, the glamorous woman was stunned. The leader of a hotel as big as Blue Could kneel before someone? That meant this person was not only rich but also possessed far more power or a higher degree than the General Manager himself.Seeing the leader of the Blue Sky Hotel kneeling respectfully in front of Carson surprised everyon
The two staff continued to try to gain sympathy, although it seemed futile. They approached Carson fearfully, their hands shaking slightly."Is there really nothing we can do to fix this?" one of the staff members asked in a desperate tone. "We're willing to do anything to correct our mistakes. Please, give us a chance."Another staff tried to add, "We're very sorry. We promise to work harder and correct all our mistakes. Please, don't do this."However, Carson stood firm on his decision. With an unwavering voice, he replied, "My decision is final. I cannot forgive you. Leave now, and don't come back again."There was no room for negotiation. Carson's decision was clear and firm. What he had decided, he would not change. It would not waver even when the two staff prostrated themselves at his feet. Carson did not forgive them.As the two staff tried to plead with Carson for forgiveness, the glamorously dressed woman looked increasingly anxious. Her uneasiness was evident, and she felt
"We are not thieves," Alison said firmly, her voice trembling with conviction. Even her gaze was cold. She didn't like being called a thief, as the boutique owner accused her of being.The boutique owner laughed sarcastically. She looked at Alison and Paula with an irritated gaze, her eyes narrowing to emphasize his anger. "Have you forgotten what happened two years ago? You came here too. What happened then? There's no way you've forgotten," she said dismissively.Alison and Paula fell silent, their faces turning pale. Anger and shame flooded through them as the memory of what happened two years ago came back. They faced a very embarrassing situation, were accused of stealing clothes, and could not prove their innocence because the clothes in question were found in Alison's bag. They could not be evasive."It was just a misunderstanding. We didn't steal your clothes," Paula said firmly, her voice shaking with emotion.From the boutique owner's point of view, Alison and Paula were sti
"You poor thing," taunted the boutique owner in a tone full of contempt.Paula felt a burning anger. "I told you that it was all a misunderstanding. My niece has admitted that it was her doing. She was just joking, but she went too far. So, stop accusing us of being thieves again," she said in a frustrated tone.The boutique owner was undeterred. "I didn't hear it directly. You could be lying. Just admit it, and it's over."Paula replied with firmness, "Admit? We won't. We didn't do what we're accused of and won't bow to these baseless accusations."She and the boutique owner looked at each other with fierce glares, clearly disliking each other. The atmosphere of the place became increasingly tense, filled with an unease that was clearly felt in the air. The once bustling room was now gloomy, overwhelmed by the tension that affected every corner of it. Standing between them, Carson tried to neutralize the tension with a deep breath and a calm gaze.The boutique owner sneered, "If you
Paula and Alison, who had heard the customers' whispers, felt very upset. It felt like embers were burning in their chests. They were insulted-not just by one person but by almost everyone there. Why, just because their clothes were cheaper. Quickly, they were accused for no apparent reason.In fact, they didn't know the root of the problem between them and the owner of this boutique. Surprisingly, despite not knowing the whole story, the boutique's customers endured the insults. It made no sense to Alison and Paula. Their hearts felt cut and upset; no one believed them."Stop calling us thieves," Alison shouted in an angry tone, breaking the silence and drawing the attention of everyone in the boutique. Her tears were about to fall, but she held herself back. We don't deserve to be treated like this. You don't know what happened. You better shut your mouths."Her voice echoed, adding to the intensity of her anger and despair. They felt at the center of a storm of injustice and unfoun
Carson had been silent. He was tired of arguing with the boutique lady, so he was silent. He just listened to the argument, but the longer it went on, the worse it got. The insults to her family were getting bigger and bigger, which made Carson even angrier. His gaze pierced through the hearts and fears of the people there, including the woman who owned the boutique. At the same time, it was raining heavily, as if the sky was sharing Carson's anger. Even the lightning struck so hard that everyone cowered. It made everyone there even more frightened. They swallowed their saliva. Carson looked like the God of Thunder, who could kill them with a lightning strike from his hand.In the chaos, Carson stepped forward, just one step, but his step was full of power and decisiveness. His face, usually calm and controlled, was now full of anger. His voice echoed in the room, firm and full of emotion."Alison and Paula are not thieves," she said, her voice full of terrifying certainty.Every wo
Paula stood beside Alison, wide-eyed with astonishment, as Carson calmly swung his scissors, cutting each piece of clothing that had just been purchased. The ordinarily cheerful atmosphere of the boutique suddenly turned tense. The boutique was filled with whispers of people who were also stunned at Carson's actions. A dozen expensive clothes that had just been paid for with a large amount of money were now being cut individually. Several dresses were already scattered on the floor in pieces. They were no longer dresses.Paula felt her heart rippling seeing those luxurious fabrics destroyed just like that. She bit her lower lip, trying hard to understand the reason behind the action. "Why would Carson do that?" she thought, her head filled with unanswered questions. "Wouldn't it be better if those clothes were brought back home? It's a complete waste of money. We're not that rich to waste tens of thousands of dollars."Alison stood by Paula's side and couldn't hide her shocked express
Just as Carson was about to start gathering with his family, he received a call from Darwis. He walked out again. I also got the news that everything was fine. All locations had been checked once again and were completely safe. That made him relieved."Thank you. You'v worked very hard," Carson said to Darwis on his cell phone."You too. Without you, we wouldn't have been able to get all this done. As always, you're amazing, we really depend on you," Darwis said. Carson nodded. "That's how teamwork works. We have to complement each other," he said."Right." A few seconds of silence. Darwis took a breath and exhaled. "Happy New Year, General," he said. Carson smiled. "Happy new year."Carson spent New Year's Eve at home with his little family. He felt warm because it was full of joy. In the living room, twinkling lights adorned the Christmas tree that still stood majestically in the corner, even though the new year was almost here. By the way, now, the curtains were open, reveal
Carson was silent for a moment after hearing the news from Darwis. Shock and anxiety were clearly visible on his face. "The elite neighborhood? Where is my family?" his voice was full of confusion, and anxiety immediately spread to him. He looked at his subordinates with questioning eyes. Carson even swallowed. "We have to leave immediately. We have no more time. Let's go," he ordered firmly, without hesitation.His troops looked at each other. Still confused by what had happened, their brains were not working properly because today, too many things had happened. They worked so hard that their bodies and minds were exhausted.Carson, who saw that, patted their shoulders one by one. "Come on, let's go. We have to stop the bomb or there will be more casualties," he said.His troops nodded with a slightly blank stare. But they kept walking and, after a few seconds, finally understood what was happening.His troops quickly launched a focused search operation, dividing into groups to explo
Inside the room that was once dominated by the criminals, the atmosphere was now different. Carson stood upright in front of a large desk, where maps and important information were scattered. Around him, his subordinates, including his loyal men, stood with thoughtful expressions. They had just conquered the enemy base, and although the atmosphere was a little calmer, a feeling of anxiety and vigilance still coursed through them."Tonight is New Year's Eve, finally," said one of the soldiers with a relieved smile. "After everything that happened, it feels like we've accomplished everything. We can rest now.""Right," added another. "They've been defeated, we've won. It's over. Everything is calmer."Carson looked at them all with a serious gaze, but no smile appeared on his face. When he finally opened his mouth, his voice sounded calm yet full of a deep burden. All gazes were fixed on Carson."It's not over yet," Carson said, furrowing his brow.Everyone fell silent at those words. T
Behind the dark screen, the criminals sat with evil smiles etched on their faces. They felt no anxiety or fear of the consequences of what they were doing. Instead, they celebrated the chaos they had created as if this was a game they were enjoying. In a cramped room filled with computer screens and communication devices, one of them stood confidently, looking at his colleagues, who were laughing uproariously.They were a bunch of crazy people who loved chaos. They were doing all this for fun, especially since Carson had captured their leader. No one could restrain them, which made them even crazier and freer."You see," the man said in a low voice, full of confidence, "no matter how hard they try, they'll never be fast enough to stop us. No matter how many they send, we're already ahead of the game. They will only play in the game we make."Across the table, his partner nodded with a wide smile, his eyes twinkling. "This is very fun indeed. If they die, we'll bring more dead with us.
The atmosphere in the town of Springvale was tense, but as time passed, most citizens still went about their routines with little knowledge of what was really going on behind the scenes. They were deliberately not allowed to know what was happening.A few residents gathered in a café not far from the city center, enjoying a cup of morning coffee. Some glanced outside, noting the number of military vehicles and troops that seemed to be getting ready. A large truck full of equipment was also seen stopped in front of the government building. Although most of them didn't know exactly what was going on, the rumbling sound was quite obvious and made them wonder."Look at that. It looks like something big is happening," said one resident, a man in his 40s sitting by the window. He observed the soldiers passing by in full uniform, his hand holding a coffee cup. Do you think this has something to do with New Year's Eve preparations?"A young woman sitting at the table next to him looked out wi
Arriving at the car, he threw his luggage into the side seat roughly, then started the engine with a shudder. When he stepped on the gas pedal, the roaring sound of the engine seemed to represent the anger that was welling up inside him. On the way to his house, his head continued to be filled with images of the fallen victims, the faces he could not save.On the way, Carson grabbed his cell phone and dialed Darwis' contact number. A long ringing sound was heard before Darwis finally picked it up."Darwis," Carson's voice sounded hoarse, trying to hold back his emotions. "This isn't the end for us. I promise I'll handle this better."Darwis was silent for a few seconds. He sensed Carson's disappointment. "I understand, General. We won't let our guard down again either. Forgive us for being negligent." He felt disappointed in himself. "If only we had moved quickly, maybe the bomb wouldn't have exploded, and there wouldn't have been any casualties. All of this is my fault.""You can't b
Cason sat in his chair, his eyes not leaving the large screen in front of him. Although the atmosphere in the headquarters was getting tense, he felt that something was making him more anxious than ever. Slowly, he pulled out his cell phone from his pants pocket, staring at the name on the screen, Alison. He was worried about his wife's state.He took a deep breath before pressing the call button as if gathering the strength to hear the voice he had missed for so long because he was busy with this stressful situation. The phone rang for a few seconds, and finally, Alison's soft voice was heard on the other end."Hello, darling," Alison's soothing voice seemed to sweep away some of his worries.Carson sat up and leaned his back against the chair, trying to calm himself down. "Hello, sweetheart. Are you all right?" Carson said, his voice soft despite the anxiety in his heart."I'm fine." Alison was a little shocked that Carson would ask such a question just now. "Are you okay? If there'
After securing the enemy leader, Cason and his subordinates took him to a dark and isolated room nearby, where the interrogation would take place. The room was lit only by a small chandelier hanging in the center, giving it a tense feel. In one corner, there was a cold metal table, and the chair facing it was empty as if awaiting their role in this interrogation. The leader of the enemy, his face was pale. He was beginning to fear what Carson would do to him.The man, now bound and looking more tired than ever, sat with his body slightly bent. His eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily. In front of him, Cason stood with a sharp gaze. Darwis, along with several other team members, stood by the door, guarding against any interruptions during the interrogation process.Cason walked slowly around the table, his steps heavy and full of a chilling, murderous aura. He didn't say a word, just looked at the enemy leader, who seemed to be getting more and more panicked at Carson's aura."W
Cason faced the two men with his abilities. It turned out that his two opponents were stronger, and again, the two were very compact and very difficult to defeat. Without hesitation, he moved quickly, utilizing his speed and agility to dodge their attacks. His steps were measured while his two opponents worked together, trying to surround him from two directions.The big man moved first, trying to pin Cason down with big, fast steps. However, Cason was ready. He stepped back one step, nimbly dodging the man's outstretched hand. In an instant, he seized the opening, darting forward and blocking the movement of the small man who was trying to get close. Cason's movements were so fast that the little man could only be stunned for a moment, giving Cason room to go further.However, the big man did not give up. He turned around and attacked with a sharp movement, trying to hit with full force. Cason dodged quickly, just a step away from the attack. Cason's every move was meticulous, making