Lucas stood by the door of the infirmary, watching the two people lying unconscious. His breathing was slightly labored as his chest rose and fell slowly. They had just received treatment an hour ago, and Lucas, who had just arrived, was weakened by the state of the two men in front of him.Many medical devices were connected to Adam and Ryan's bodies. The heart monitor was moving slowly, but at least regularly, and the doctor and two nurses were still inside to make sure they were okay.Their wounds were wrapped in thick bandages, looking fresh and painful. The scars of hard struggle and flight were clearly etched on their bodies. Lucas stared at them with a saddened gaze. His typically cold face seemed to convey a flash of deep emotion-a mixture of anger, regret, and sadness.Not far from Lucas, Julian and Wanda stood respectfully after being treated by the nurse. "Master." They greeted Lucas, paying their respects.Lucas turned around, looking at Julian and Wanda. The two special f
After taking a long rest, Ryan and Adam finally recovered enough to have a severe talk with Lucas, even though they were still covered in wounds and bandages.Lucas sat in a chair right in front of Ryan and Adam with his usual cold, serious face. The situation around them was already conditioned, with Julian, Wanda, and several bodyguards standing guard outside the hospitalization room.Ryan and Adam looked at each other briefly, then Ryan opened the conversation. "We did what you wanted." Ryan shifted his position slightly to be more comfortable. "We've managed to get the data. You must have received half of what was sent earlier. The rest... is still with us."At least Adam and Ryan could breathe a sigh of relief because they had sent the data before being caught by the pursuing men. Luckily, half the data was still stored in Ryan and Adam's bodies, so they managed to survive by not opening their mouths at all and feeling the data they had obtained.Lucas nodded slowly, his face ser
Several days had passed since the incident, and Adam and Ryan were now healthier than before. Their faces looked refreshed, and they could move around without the help of others. That afternoon, Lucas visited them in the infirmary, sitting in a chair beside their beds.Adam looked up at Lucas, a look of admiration on his face. "Lucas, you really are amazing." His eyes twinkled, his tone sincere. "I expected you to think things through carefully, but seeing how you've handled this situation... That's great."Ryan, who was beside him, nodded, responding in an excited tone. "Yeah, Lucas, you're really cool." He raised two thumbs up in appreciation. "Not many people can think that far under pressure like this. We salute you."Lucas smiled slightly at the compliment. Everything was going according to plan, and he was just waiting for the right time.However, the looks on Adam and Ryan's faces turned sour again. They exhaled in unison, looking at Lucas with worried faces.Adam rubbed the ba
The atmosphere in the press conference room was getting hotter and hotter, like a small fire was starting to burn. Dozens of journalists filled the room, some even standing at the back as there weren't enough chairs to accommodate everyone. The spotlight was constantly focused on Lucas Carter and President Marshall standing on the main stage. Rumors of Lucas's possible "betrayal" kept coming up, creating whispers of speculation among the audience."This country is serious about protecting its sovereignty and its wealth." President Marshall stepped forward to deliver a message that silenced the entire room. His voice was firm as he said, "We will give no place to anyone who tries to take what belongs to this country."One of the reporters sitting in the front row then raised his hand and shouted, "Isn't one of those traitors Lucas Carter?"The President smiled slightly as if he had expected this question to arise. Calmly, he turned to the journalist. "Oh, Mr. Lucas Carter? Perhaps many
In a luxurious, elegantly furnished room, Arland and Morgan sat on a sofa, watching a large screen showing Lucas Carter's press conference. Their faces were full of almost unbearable anger.Sitting at the end of the sofa, Morgan was frowning with his lips tightly pursed, reflecting his disappointment. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the television remote beside him. He slammed it on the floor, breaking it into several pieces."You bastard! That guy ...." Morgan spoke in a distressed voice, full of anger. "He has deceived us."Morgan threw the vase of flowers beside him. He stood up, grabbing his hair in frustration, full of anger. She didn't even care about the people around her.Morgan shouted in annoyance, swinging his arms in the air. "Damn it. We planned everything so well."Morgan shouted again loudly, making everyone there look down in fear.A stressful silence hung between them. Arland's face hardened, but his gaze remained calm, unlike Morgan, who couldn't mask his irritati
Lucas stood calmly in the lab, watching the screen in front of him. The blue and green light from the monitor bounced off his face."We've developed new technology, Master." Next to him stood a scientist in a white lab coat, showing the latest test data on the screen. "It can inhibit a person's ability to move for five minutes. Paralyzes the brain's network and connected conditions."Lucas looked at the scientist with slightly narrowed eyes. "So, you think this will be effective on a large scale?"The scientist nodded confidently. "Yes, Master. At the very least, it will be enough to inflict pain and stop them for five minutes."The scientist pointed to a graph depicting the technology's effects. Several images of damaged nerve tissue and brain provisions were shown realistically on the large screen.Lucas smiled and nodded slowly. "Five minutes, I think, is enough to outwit the enemy. But is it enough to torture them?"The scientist tilted his head, thinking for a moment. "The five-m
"As of now, the border between the two countries has entered a serious war. There are a lot of tanks, and as you can hear for yourself, there's a lot of gunfire going on, and the sound of explosions is shaking everywhere." A female reporter looks on cautiously, bracing herself for the onslaught on the ground. "We're having a bit of trouble getting a more significant report to you because the conditions on the ground are really quite chaotic."Lucas took a serious look at the tablet in his hand. The news was rotating and showing the border conditions where the war between the two countries was taking place; even some major countries were contributing weapons to support one of the countries, which further added to the heat of the war.There were so many soldiers from two different countries going to war, and it was an agitated situation where scenes of firefights and bomb attacks continued to be a terrifying sight on the screen.The live broadcast of one of the television stations cover
Lucas sat leisurely in a spacious room with soft sofas, the dim lights creating a calm atmosphere. His hand held a half-full wine glass, occasionally shaking the contents with a faint smile. On the small table in front of him was a plate of neatly cut fresh fruits - grapes, strawberries, apples, all looking fresh and tantalizing.Every now and then, she smiled. A small smile with one corner of her lips pulled slightly upwards with a squint, looking into the wine glass as if searching for something inside.Suddenly, a slight commotion was heard from the direction of the door. Several black-clad figures entered briskly a few seconds later, each wearing a face covering that added to the mysterious and sinister impression. They stood tall before Lucas, looking at him with piercing gazes, ready to act.However, Lucas only raised his eyebrows slightly with a small smile, as if their arrival was no surprise to him. Without the slightest nervousness, he leaned more casually against the sofa,