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Trillionaire they never noticed I can't do this on my own
"What if Mr. Leeray doesn’t buy any of the lies we tell him? He’s a gang god for a reason. What makes you think he’ll be so easily fooled?" Bolasco questioned, his voice low but heavy with doubt.“Yeah, you’re right. That’s exactly why we have to make everything believable,” Felix replied calmly, his tone unwavering.A tense silence fell over the room after Felix’s words. The air seemed heavier, the atmosphere charged with tension. Mr. Fernando sat motionless in his armchair, a contemplative expression etched onto his hardened face. A few moments passed before his deep, gravelly voice broke the silence."The kid’s plan is solid. Right now, it’s our only way forward. Once we take out Ice, we proceed with it."Bolasco still didn’t look convinced. His brow furrowed as he pressed on. “So, which gang are we going to frame? And what kind of evidence are we putting together to make Mr. Leeray believe they tried to sell the weapons to us?”“That won’t be a problem,” Mr. Fernando replied with
Trillionaire they never noticed Upcoming speech
He lowered the beer and stared at one particular page. It was an article from the day Officers Perez, Blake, and Dawn were arrested and taken to prison. That had been the turning point—a moment that caught everyone off guard."I can’t do this on my own," he whispered, his voice trembling with helplessness. "I need help."Several thoughts ran through his head as he stood there in the silent, dimly lit room. Perez, Blake, and Dawn had been the ones who worked tirelessly with him to stop the Hunter. They had put everything on the line. It was because of that very mission that they were locked up behind bars. Chief Jim hadn’t been imprisoned with them—his position as Chief of Police granted him temporary protection. But the moment the story broke, he was removed from his post and left jobless. That had been his punishment. No courtroom sentence, just the slow burn of shame and exile.He stood there in silence, his gaze fixed on the paper pinned to the wall like it held all the answers he
Trillionaire they never noticed $11,000,000
"There's one more thing, boss. One more person he wants us to kill," Carl said, his voice cutting through the thick silence. Burrows, seated with a cigar between his lips, slowly shifted his gaze toward him.Burrows took a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke that hung heavy in the stale air. "Looks like the Vice Mayor’s on a full-blown killing spree, huh?""That's exactly what I said," Carl replied, and the rest of the men in the dimly lit warehouse burst into laughter.Burrows leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with interest. "So, who’s the unlucky bastard this time? Another political rival? Someone trying to take his seat?"Carl shook his head. "Actually, no. This guy’s no big shot. Just a common cleaner. Vice Mayor Campbell says the man knows things—stuff his late daughter, Tonia, told him. Dark secrets. Secrets that could destroy his career if they ever came to light. The guy’s terrified he’ll lose everything he’s built, so now he wants him gone. Permanently."Bur
Trillionaire they never noticed A proof
“Dead serious,” Mr. Fernando responded, his tone unwavering. “We finally found the rest of the missing weapons. Every last piece. You can come pick them up now.”“I can’t believe this… How come you found them so easily? Is this some kind of prank or setup?” Ice asked, her voice laced with disbelief and confusion.“What do you mean easily?” Mr. Fernando shot back, a note of irritation slipping into his voice. “We’ve been searching non-stop for days—day in and day out. And now that we finally locate them, you think it was easy?”“I know, I know,” Ice replied quickly, running a hand through her hair. “I’m just struggling to wrap my head around this. You literally said you had no clue where the rest could be—and suddenly, just like that, you found them?”“We got a lead on where Scott might’ve taken them,” Mr. Fernando explained. “So, I sent my boys out there. They came back with the rest of the crates. Every last weapon you said was missing? They’re all in those crates.” His voice was fir
Trillionaire they never noticed Informant
"I'm just trying to understand how the gang works. I feel like if my father retires... or dies... I’ll be the one taking over. I should know how everything operates so things won’t be difficult for me when I eventually become the new Lord," Caroline declared.Felix’s brow arched in suspicion. "Are you praying for your father's death or something?""What? Of course not," Caroline scoffed, waving her hand as if to dismiss the ridiculous notion. "I love my father dearly. I’m just saying that instead of only modeling for top fashion brands and endorsing luxury companies, I should also be exposed to the realities of the underworld. I already know a few things about the gangs, but what I know is nowhere near enough. This is just me preparing for the future, that’s all," she explained, her tone calm and deliberate, trying to sound as convincing as possible.Felix stood in silence after hearing her reasoning. His gaze was locked on Caroline, scrutinizing her expression for any hint of deceit
Trillionaire they never noticed A visitor
Scott stood in the courtyard, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his gaze fixed on the line of black trucks that had just pulled up in front of his mansion. The air was thick with tension and silence. Standing beside him was Sandro, his face covered in fresh bandages from recent injuries. Despite the bruises, Sandro’s expression remained calm and composed, his posture unwavering.The doors of the trucks creaked open simultaneously, and several armed, masked men stepped out in unison. They moved with military precision, forming a rigid line in front of the mansion. Moments later, the final truck door swung open, and a man emerged. He wore a sleek black suit, and his black hair was neatly combed back, giving him an air of authority. With a dignified stride, he walked forward and halted just a few paces from Scott. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, bowing his head in reverence. The rest of the armed men mirrored his actions, falling to their knees and lowering their he
Trillionaire they never noticed The new head
Back in China…Scott and Sandro had already arrived at the Empire’s grand building. From a distance, the structure resembled a majestic castle—its towering spires rising like spears into the pale sky, and the exterior adorned with a fusion of traditional Chinese architectural elements and sleek, modern designs.The compound was alive with bustling activity; dozens of people moved about, carrying ornate boxes and ceremonial items in preparation for the upcoming celebration. Armed guards patrolled the area with an air of discipline, their presence casting a silent warning to anyone thinking of stepping out of line.Zhang Yang led both Scott and Sandro inside and escorted them to separate chambers to prepare for the feast. The room Scott was taken to was nearly as large as the living room of his luxurious mansion in Hong Kong. Its floor was covered with a golden-red woven rug, and intricately carved lanterns hung from the ceiling, bathing the space in a warm, amber glow. Standing in the
Trillionaire they never noticed The Vendetta is on
Noise erupted in the dining hall the moment everyone caught sight of Memphis's severed head inside the box. Screams filled the air as most of the ladies bolted from the room, rushing outside in a frantic attempt to avoid soiling the polished floor with their vomit.Scott stood frozen, his body unmoving, his eyes locked on the gruesome sight before him. His gaze widened in shock, the blood in his veins turning cold even as a seething heat began to rise within him."What the hell is this?" Sandro blurted out, his voice trembling and his face twisted with terror."Do you know this man?" Zhang Yang asked, eyeing Scott closely."Yes..." Scott replied in a low, shaken tone, his voice barely audible. "He was my comrade."His eyes never left the box."Who could have done something like this?" Sandro asked, a mixture of fear and disbelief in his voice."I'll find the man who delivered the box," Zhang Yang declared firmly. "Whoever he is, he might know who killed your friend."With that, he rai
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The jet hit the ocean with a violent crash, a massive splash erupting into the air as it made contact with the water’s surface. It was as if the sky itself had hurled a stone into a glassy pool. Water exploded in every direction.For a few tense seconds, the damaged aircraft floated unsteadily on the churning waves, bobbing like a wounded beast, groaning under its own weight. Then, slowly, the nose began to dip, and the jet started its final descent beneath the surface.Inside the cockpit, the dim emergency lights flickered against the rising gloom. Scott remained motionless in the pilot’s seat, his hands still clamped around the yoke as though frozen in time.Every muscle in his body trembled with fatigue and shock, and his breath came out in short, sharp bursts. Beads of cold sweat slid down his temples and jawline.Beside him, the Arabic man remained in the co-pilot seat, his eyes shut tightly as if bracing for the final impact that never came. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but
The ocean
Sullivan stood frozen in place after hearing Scott’s words—like a statue carved from fear and sweat. The black parachute bag was clenched tightly in both hands.“No… You can’t do that. That’s suicide.” Sullivan finally muttered, his voice trembling. “Let me do it instead. You get out of here.”Scott turned to him slowly, the roar of the wind outside now creeping through the fuselage like the cold fingers of death. He rested both hands on Sullivan’s shoulders, firm but gentle.“You asked about the rest of the men earlier,” Scott said, his voice lower now, almost lost in the chaos around them. “You want to know why they aren’t here with me?”Sullivan stared into his boss’s eyes, his lips parting slightly, as if dreading the answer.“They’re all dead,” Scott continued. “Every single one. I can't afford to lose another comrade.”He gave Sullivan a solid pat on the shoulder, gripping him tighter. “So stop arguing and do as I say.”Sullivan swallowed hard, emotions swelling in his chest. He
Controls malfunctioning
"You and I need to have a little chat before I kill you," Scott growled coldly, his gun firmly aimed at the man’s forehead.The muscular man knelt on the floor, his palm still clutching his bleeding arm, blood seeping through his fingers and dripping onto the polished metal beneath him. His face was flushed—red not just from rage, but from the searing pain radiating through his shoulder.He wanted nothing more than to leap forward and tear Scott apart, but the barrel of the gun inches from his face made that fantasy suicidal. One wrong move and Scott would blow his brains out without hesitation. No, the only card left to play now was cooperation."You're going to answer my questions," Scott said, voice as icy as a winter gale. "Every time you disobey or refuse, I'll put a bullet in a different part of your body until you bleed out and die."The man simply shrugged, grimacing in pain, but said nothing."Who are you people? And why the hell are you after me?" Scott demanded."I'm sure y
Bringing a gun to a fistfight?
Scott sat in the jet, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His breathing, which had been erratic just moments earlier, was finally beginning to stabilize. He leaned back in the seat, trying to regain composure.A moment later, the door to the cockpit slid open with a soft hiss, and Sullivan stepped out. His expression was etched with confusion and lingering shock from the attack."What the hell was that all about, boss? Who were those guys?" he asked, his voice low and cautious, still processing the chaos they had just escaped.Scott didn’t respond immediately. He let out a deep sigh, his eyes briefly closing as he ran a hand down his face."It’s a long story, and now’s not the time to tell it," he said calmly, keeping his tone composed. "Just focus on flying the jet."Sullivan nodded slowly but wasn’t entirely satisfied. “Alright, but… how do we know nothing critical got damaged? I mean, they shot at us like maniacs. What if they hit something vital?”Scott t
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Scott dropped into a seat beside the window and leaned his head against the cool glass. His eyes wandered outside, taking in the eerie stillness of the tarmac... until something abruptly caught his attention.Two black vehicles were speeding toward the private jet, closing in with alarming urgency. His eyes widened slightly as the cars tore across the asphalt and came to a sudden, screeching halt. Without hesitation, all four doors on each vehicle flung open simultaneously, and eight men emerged—each of them heavily armed.Without warning, they cocked their rifles and pointed them directly at the jet.Then all hell broke loose.BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!A deafening barrage of gunfire erupted, echoing across the open space. Scott instinctively ducked, throwing himself low and pressing against the floor. The sound of bullets tearing into the fuselage rang out like thunder.He sprang to his feet and bolted toward the cockpit, heart pounding. He shoved the cockpit door open and found Sulliv
You are going to need me
"Attacking the Head? Now that's a serious crime," Scott bellowed, his voice echoing through the vast hall. "And if I remember correctly, you said anyone who breaks the rules should be killed."Zhang Yang, who lay sprawled on the cold marble floor, swallowed hard at Scott’s words. His hands trembled slightly, and a visible sheen of sweat covered his forehead."Please... have mercy," he stammered, barely able to lift his head. "I don't know what came over me. I... I didn't mean to attack you." His voice was drenched in fear, and his heart thudded violently against his ribs.Scott’s expression hardened. He stood towering above Zhang Yang, his jaw clenched tight. "And here I was thinking I could trust you," he said coldly. "But in the end, you're no different from Wang Jian." His tone was filled with bitter disappointment. "And why are you begging for your life now? Weren’t you the same man who insisted I kill that other man earlier? You said all crimes should be punishable by death."As
A successor
Scott sat there in silence after hearing the words of Sandro, his fingers rubbing his chin."I agree they will all be mad because of my decision, but I doubt they'll make any move against me. You worry too much, Sandro. Just relax and enjoy the night," Scott finally spoke up, his right hand squeezing Sandro's shoulder. He picked up a glass of whiskey and took a sip before ordering one of the guards to take the box to his car outside. He couldn't stand seeing the box anymore, knowing it was the head of his friend sitting inside."So when will we be leaving, boss?" Sandro inquired after a short moment of silence."Once the party is over, I'll be on my way," Scott responded. "I've already ordered Sullivan to fly the jet to China. He will arrive in a couple of hours," he added."I see. And have you thought of the person who will rule the empire while you are away?" Sandro inquired."Yes, I have. I already have someone in mind," Scott replied instantly as he sipped his whiskey."It has to
Death penalty for all crimes
Scott rose to his feet and made his way toward the man who was on his knees. His expression was cold, and his gaze fixed intently on him. The towering guards were holding the man's hands behind his back, making it impossible for him to move.Scott halted his steps in front of him and glared at him for a few moments before asking, "Who gave you that box?"The man swallowed hard before responding, "I don't know. I swear," he said in Chinese, his tone drenched in fear. "I didn't see his face clearly. He wore a hoodie. He simply gave me the box and said it was a special gift for you," he added."So a hooded man came here and gave you a box, telling you to take it to the boss—and you did, without asking questions or finding out who he was?!" Zhang Yang voiced out in anger. "You're lying. There's more to the story.""He's right. Why would you receive something from a man who's hiding his face under a hoodie? You had no idea who he was. What if it was a bomb inside the box?" Scott bellowed.
The Vendetta is on
Noise erupted in the dining hall the moment everyone caught sight of Memphis's severed head inside the box. Screams filled the air as most of the ladies bolted from the room, rushing outside in a frantic attempt to avoid soiling the polished floor with their vomit.Scott stood frozen, his body unmoving, his eyes locked on the gruesome sight before him. His gaze widened in shock, the blood in his veins turning cold even as a seething heat began to rise within him."What the hell is this?" Sandro blurted out, his voice trembling and his face twisted with terror."Do you know this man?" Zhang Yang asked, eyeing Scott closely."Yes..." Scott replied in a low, shaken tone, his voice barely audible. "He was my comrade."His eyes never left the box."Who could have done something like this?" Sandro asked, a mixture of fear and disbelief in his voice."I'll find the man who delivered the box," Zhang Yang declared firmly. "Whoever he is, he might know who killed your friend."With that, he rai
