Chapter 1981


    "Brilliant!"


    Winston turned to the researcher, a sudden movement as he drew a silenced pistol and fired directly


    into the man''s heart, "This one''s for the maid you screwed over!"


    The sound was little more than a whisper as the suppressor did its job, and the tech went down without


    a sound, his heart blown open.


    Winston holstered his weapon and calmly activated the incinerator system on theb''s control panel.


    A holographic keyboard appeared, and Winston''s fingers danced across it, entering themand


    sequence for destruction.


    The system hummed to life, beginning its deadly work.


    Just then, another researcher burst into the room, eyes widening at the sight of his fallen colleague.


    Panic-stricken, he bolted for the door.


    Winston didn''t chase him immediately, his expression unperturbed as he waited for the sequence to


    samples were reduced to ash before turning to leave theb.


    Guards stormed in, guns drawn and aiming at Winston, but they hesitated, confused.


    In that split-second of indecision, Winston sprang into action like a panther, snatching a gun from one


    guard and dispatching the other with a thunderous bang. He then seized the gun-wielding guard by the


    head and smashed it against theb''s ss door.


    Blood sprayed like a burst water balloon, and within a matter of seconds, both guardsy motionless,


    their souls departed.


    Meanwhile, the escaping tech emerged from another room, clutching a cooler. His face twisted in


    horror at the sight of Winston standing over two bodies. He turned and ran, cooler in tow.


    Winston was on him in a sh, his foot connecting with the back of the researcher''s head with brutal


    force. The researcher pitched forward, and the cooler slid across the floor.


    The researcher looked up at the advancing figure, terror etched across his face, finally realizing why he


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    had been spared earlier.


    He had been allowed to live to lead Winston to the hidden virus samples.


    Retreating, his face a mask of fear, he couldn''t believe this was the same Winston.


    Why would Winston betray Mr. Raiden?


    In a shaky voice, he pleaded, "I''ve hit the rm! Zion''s security is on its way. Let me go, and I''ll pretend


    I never saw you!"


    Winston aimed his pistol at the man''s forehead, his eyes cold as ice, "No chance."


    Bang!


    A bullet pierced the tech''s brow. Dead in an instant.


    Winston picked up the cooler, methodically destroying the five virus samples inside.


    As he was about to dispose of thest one, theb door flew open, and an army of armed guards


    flooded in. The rattle of heavy gunfire echoed as Winston grabbed the final sample, dodging bullets


    and returning fire. His right hand wielded his pistol while his left grabbed a fallen guard''s automatic rifle,


    unleashing a hail of bullets at the iing forces.


    Forty-Eighth Floor


    From the dizzying height of the forty-eighth floor, the world below was a mere speckled canvas.


    She steadied herself, swinging briefly before kicking off the wall and bounding up to the forty-ninth floor.


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    Even from outside the window, the roar of gunfire inside was deafening.


    Rolling into the building, she retracted her rope and dashed toward the source of the gunfire.


    She moved with lightning speed, scooping up a couple of discarded rifles and opening fire on the castle


    guards swarming Winston.