Chapter 24 - THE BREACH OF THE BEL-AIR FORTRESS
The massive iron gates were blown open with tactical charges, echoing like thunder through the quiet canyons of Bel-Air.
Marcus led the assault team through the lush gardens, moving with lethal precision toward the glass front entrance.
Armed guards attempted to mount a defense in the grand foyer, but they were quickly disarmed and secured by the tactical unit.
Marcus kicked open the massive double doors leading to the private executive office on the top floor.
There sat the Syndicate Director—a silver-haired, immaculate man in an expensive white suit—sipping scotch behind a glass desk.
"Marcus Thorne... I must admit, I didn't expect you to survive Kane's ambush in Chicago," the Director said smoothly.
Marcus walked across the imported marble floor, stopping just inches from the glass desk with a terrifying glare.
"Your syndicate is destroyed, your accounts are frozen, and your mercenaries are in federal custody," Marcus stated coldly.
The Director smiled calmly, setting his glass down and pressing a hidden panic button embedded beneath his desk.
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"You can destroy my money, Marcus, but you can never stop an entire network of powerful men who control the shadows," the Director sneered.
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