Chapter 289: Covert in Europe
[Samuel's POV – Prague, Midnight Shadows]
The cold night air bit into my skin as I leaned against the edge of the cathedral rooftop, staring down at the convoy of black cars arriving beneath us.
Henry stood beside me, dressed in his obsidian combat trench coat, arms folded, his silver eyes scanning like a machine.
"So this is the nest?" he asked, voice low but filled with heat.
"One of them," I replied, lips curling into a smirk. "William's European laundering operations. Moving funds from Dubai's ashes through Prague, Geneva, then finally London. But it ends tonight."
Henry glanced at me sideways. "Want me to go loud or surgical?"
I cracked my knuckles, feeling the surge of demonic mana coil in my veins like fire.
"We're ghosts until the last second. Then we haunt them."
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[Inside the Building – William Yates' Prague Financial Hub]
Dozens of suited men, corrupt bankers, mercs, and data handlers were moving crates of cash and hard drives. The tension in the air was thick—they were preparing for something.