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Trillionaire they never noticed Heads hanging at his gate
Back in Mr. Fernando's Mansion....The mansion stood tall and imposing in the quiet estate, its towering walls casting long shadows across the polished stone driveway. The compound was filled with expensive, gleaming cars—black sedans and armored SUVs. Armed men roamed the grounds with vigilance, rifles slung across their shoulders, eyes sharp with suspicion and readiness.Inside the grand living room, the air was thick with cigar smoke and tension. Chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls from the ceiling, casting intricate light patterns on the marble floor. Mr. Malcolm Fernando sat on an opulent leather sofa, his posture relaxed but his expression anything but. He held a thick, round cigar between his middle fingers, the ember at the tip glowing faintly with every drag. His sharp, calculating eyes bore into the men standing rigidly before him."Still nothing?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly, laced with tightly controlled anger.“No, boss,” Bolasco responded quickly, his voice
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
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Scott and Ali made their way out of the quiet area, and a few moments later, they found themselves back in the bustling streets of Busan. They both glanced around until they spotted a taxi waiting for passengers, and without any delay, they swiftly headed toward it."Where are you headed?" the man inquired in Korean."To the Gimhae International Airport," Scott informed audibly in the man’s language.The man glared at them from head to toe, his expression a mixture of confusion and disgust. The two men in front of him were currently clad in drenched clothes, and water was literally dripping from them. They weren’t even carrying any traveling bags."Is this some sort of prank or something?" he asked with a frown."No, sir. Don’t pay attention to our appearance—just take us to where I told you," Scott bellowed, pulling out a few notes and handing them over to the man.The man retrieved the cash and examined it with a huge grin on his face. The money Scott had just given him was a lot mo
Familiar face
"The charges for using our machine is all of the money you just withdrew. And when I say all, I mean every single penny," the skinny man ordered, a mischievous grin evident on his face.Scott stood there in silence, his gaze fixated on the man, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He waited for the man to chuckle and say it was a joke—but that never happened.This man in front of him wasn't joking.He was dead serious.He meant every word he said.Every single one of them.Scott cleared his throat and responded, "That's not gonna happen."The man's eyes widened slightly in shock after hearing those words. "What did you just say?" he blurted out."I said that's not gonna happen. I'm gonna give you a few cash, and that's it," Scott bellowed, pulling out three bundles from his pocket. The cash was in South Korea's currency, but if it were dollars, it would be at least $150,000.The skinny man glanced at the money as Scott stretched it forward. Then he turned to glance at his com
All of it
Scott and the Arabic man walked down the deserted alleyway, making their way towards the area where they could hear the voices of people and the sounds of vehicles. Their clothes were completely drenched, but right now, that was the least of their worries. They had no idea where they had landed, and they were trying to figure it out.Scott pulled out his phone from his pocket and glanced at it. The phone was also drenched, but luckily, it was waterproof and hadn’t been damaged by the water. He switched it on while walking forward, his other hand casually tucked in his pocket."You don’t have any idea where we are, right?" the Arabic man inquired, breaking the silence."You keep asking me this exact question every two seconds," Scott muttered. "We both landed in the same ocean at the same time... how do you expect me to know the city or country we crashed in?" he added."I’m just a bit nervous," the man stuttered, his arms folded as he advanced forward.Scott shifted his gaze toward hi
Where are we?
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
Really close
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
