Free Web NovelChapter 164: Chapter 164: High-Velocity Breach
The sleek, black Shelby GT500 sat idling in the deep shadows of an abandoned alleyway, its supercharged engine emitting a low, predatory hum. Exactly thirty minutes after the call, the deafening, sharp whine of a supercharger cut through the quiet industrial district. A blood-red Dodge Hellcat with matte-black wheels tore around the corner, drifting smoothly into the alley before coming to a sudden halt parallel to Alexander’s position.
The tinted window rolled down, revealing Marcus’s rugged face and a massive, knowing grin.
"So some local idiots actually managed to snag your cousin’s little doll, huh?" asked Marcus, a low chuckle escaping his chest as he shifted the heavy vehicle into park. "Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a twist, boss. I brought the real toys."
"Let’s do this," stated Alexander, his voice cold, flat, and completely devoid of humor.
Both men stepped out of their vehicles. Marcus popped the heavy trunk of the Hellcat, revealing a specialized, molded foam tactical case packed to the brim with high-grade TMC logistics equipment. They didn’t waste a single second on useless conversation. Moving with fluidity, they pulled heavy, matte-black ballistic vests over their chests, securing the straps with a series of sharp, metallic clicks.
Alexander reached into the case, pulling out a sleek, lightweight ballistic tactical mask. He slid it over his face, the dark, reinforced polymer visor instantly concealing his features and transforming his expression into a hollow, faceless specter of death. Marcus followed suit, his massive frame looking doubly menacing as he pulled his own mask into place. freewebnøvel.com
Alexander picked up his customized HK416, pulling the charging handle back with a crisp, mechanical snap to chamber a high-velocity 5.56 round. Marcus armed himself with a heavy, short-barreled tactical shotgun, its racking mechanism echoing loudly against the concrete alley walls.
They left the vehicles behind, moving like silent, heavily armed shadows toward the rear perimeter of the abandoned auto-body shop. The building was a decaying, corrugated metal structure, but the reinforced steel security doors and the array of hidden surveillance cameras told a completely different story.
"Front entrance or structural breach?" asked Marcus through the encrypted tactical comms, his voice deep and muffled behind the polymer mask.
"We are not here to negotiate," stated Alexander, his gloved hand gripping the rifle’s handguard. "We eliminate every active threat instantly."
Alexander stepped into the open courtyard, dropped into a low, stable stance, and raised his rifle.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The high-caliber rounds blasted through the building’s main glass windows, shattering the structural entry point into a million flying shards. Before the security personnel inside could even register the sudden explosion of sound, Alexander and Marcus kicked the heavy wooden doors completely off their hinges.
The moment their boots crossed the threshold, the interior of the auto-body shop erupted into terrifying chaos. The heavy stench of motor oil mixed instantly with the acrid scent of burning gunpowder.
"Intruders! What the fuck—!" screamed a guard near the entrance, his hand scrambling wildly for a pistol at his hip.
BANG!
Marcus didn’t let him finish the sentence. The heavy, deafening roar of his tactical shotgun blasted through the room, the kinetic force lifting the guard completely off his feet and hurling his body backward into a stack of rusted tires.
Alexander moved through the smoke like a ghost, his HK416 raised perfectly to his eye level. He fired in rapid, clinical bursts.
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Two men dressed in tactical hoodies dropped instantly near a bank of computer servers, their weapons clattering onto the concrete floor before they could even locate the source of the gunfire. The sheer speed of the assault caught the entire facility completely by surprise. Computers exploded into showers of sparks, and fluorescent light fixtures shattered overhead, plunging the corridors into a tattered, strobing darkness.
"Clear left!" shouted Marcus through the comms, his frame turning to suppress a stairwell as three more armed individuals attempted to rush down from the upper level.
Alexander didn’t stop. He pushed deeper into the labyrinth of the facility, bypassing the main floor where the digital infrastructure was housed. His analytical mind was entirely focused on the structural layout. If they were holding a high-value asset for extortion, she wouldn’t be left in an open workspace; she would be secured in the reinforced office quarters at the rear of the building.
He kicked open a heavy metal door leading to the back hallway. A man emerged from a side room, frantically raising an Uzi. Alexander smoothly sidestepped the erratic line of fire, drove the buttstock of his rifle violently into the man’s jaw, and fired a single point-blank round into his torso as he collapsed.
"Marcus, secure the server perimeter," stated Alexander through his tactical mask, his voice perfectly rhythmic, his breathing entirely controlled despite the adrenaline. "I am entering the holding area."
He reached the final, reinforced security door at the end of the hall. The lock was electronic, but a heavy kick from his combat boot shattered the frame entirely. He stormed into the room, rifle raised, his dark eyes instantly scanning the perimeter for his cousin.
The reinforced office was dead silent, the only sound being the faint hiss of a severed cooling pipe from the servers outside. Alexander swept his rifle across the empty corners, his eyes searching every square inch of the room. There was no one here. No ropes, no chairs, and no physical traces of anyone being held captive.
"Area clear! First floor is completely locked down!" shouted Marcus through the tactical comms, his heavy boots crunching over broken glass as he secured the outer hallway.
Alexander lowered his rifle slightly, his brow furrowing beneath his ballistic mask. His analytical mind refused to accept a dead end. He began methodically pacing across the room, tapping his heel against the concrete surface while checking the walls for hidden seams. Near the back desk, his boot struck a section of the flooring that emitted a distinctly hollow, metallic echo.
"Area clear here as well," shouted Alexander, raising his voice intentionally so it carried past the shattered doorway. "It seems there is nobody left in this building."
Marcus entered the office a second later, his shotgun lowered as he looked around the empty room. He walked over to Alexander, his voice dropping into a tense whisper beneath his mask.
"And now what?" asked Marcus, gesturing toward the corridor. "We eliminated every active threat on the floor. We didn’t leave a single survivor to question, Alex."
Instead of answering, Alexander kept his eyes locked on the floor and made a sharp, downward gesture with his index finger. Marcus instantly caught the movement. His posture shifted, his muscles tensing as he silently stepped into a flanking position beside the hollow spot on the floor, his shotgun aimed directly at the ground without making a single sound.
"Let’s head back down to the vehicles," shouted Alexander, intentionally projecting his voice across the room once more. "We’ll return to the cybercafé and try to squeeze more information out of the runner’s friends. Move out."
