Ss stood in the center of his underground facility''smand room, surrounded by holographic disys of financial data, surveince footage, and ssifiedmunications.


    The room waspletely silent but the weight of the information before him made the air feel thick and oppressive.


    The ck Hand had always been somewhat of an enigmatic entity in Ss''s mind, a shadowy force pulling strings behind the scenes.


    He had known they were powerful, ruthless, and deeply entrenched in global affairs. But as he stood there, the true scale of their influence unfurled before him, and it was far worse than he had ever imagined.


    "This is insane," Ss muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.


    He had known they orchestrated pandemics and epidemics, spreading diseases to profit from pre-developed drugs, but the information in front of him went far beyond that.


    It painted a picture of an organization that meticulously schemed not just against individuals or small groups but against entire nations—and in some cases, the entire world.


    Ss swiped through the data, each file more damning than thest. If he had to describe it, it was like someone weaving a web so intricate, so sticky, that escape was impossible.


    Their schemes were methodical, designed with precision, taking into ount even the most minute details. And unlike petty criminals or even most global conspiracies, the ck Hand always ensured their ns concluded exactly as intended.


    They didn''t just manipte governments; they engineered their rise and fall. They didn''t just profiteer from crises; they created them. Every civil war, every market crash, every outbreak—it all tied back to them.


    Ss couldn''t help but shiver as he realized the depth of their control. The ck Hand didn''t just thrive in chaos; they manufactured it.


    His eyes narrowed as he focused on a cluster of data about civil wars. Many of the ongoing conflicts around the globe had been attributed to corrupt governments or regional disputes. And while that was partially true, the underlying cause was far more sinister.


    "These governments aren''t exactly innocent," Ss muttered as he scanned the files. "But most of them are just puppets."


    The data confirmed his suspicion: corrupt officials were taking bribes from the ck Hand to destabilize their own countries.


    The organization acted as a puppet master, pulling strings and ensuring that the chaos never ceased. They armed rebels, funded insurgencies, and ensured prolonged suffering—all while reaping the profits.


    Ss initially thought about targeting the "tamer" schemes of the organization, but as he delved deeper, he realized there was nothing tame about the ck Hand.


    Each file told a story of unfathomable greed, cruelty, and maniption. They didn''t just profit from the suffering of others—they ensured it continued.


    "If the public ever got their hands on this," Ss murmured, "it would tear the world apart."


    And he wanted that chaos. The world deserved to know the truth, no matter how destabilizing it might be.


    "Luna," he said, his voice sharp with determination, "prioritize the most damning evidence. I want the kind of information that not only exposes their operations but forces the world to take notice. We''ll start with their corporate activities."


    {Understood. I willpile the information immediately,} Luna responded, her voice calm and efficient.


    As Luna began pulling up detailed dossiers on the ck Hand''swork of corporations, Ss returned to the files in front of him. A few in particr caught his eye, standing out amidst the sea of data.


    "HEC, MDP, AAI," Ss muttered, his gaze narrowing.


    He tapped the holographic icons for each file, and detailed documents appeared before him. These were the heart of the ck Hand''s corporate operations.


    The first document, HEC, detailed the deliberate destabilization of oil-producing regions.


    The organization orchestrated conflicts and economic copses in resource-rich countries, creating artificial scarcity to drive up prices. They then swept in with "rebuilding initiatives," gaining control of oil reserves at a fraction of their value.


    The file was extensive, listing dozens of examples over the past decade. Each one was meticulously documented, from the methods used to destabilize governments to the astronomical profits reaped afterward.


    "It''s not just about money," Ss realized. "It''s about control. They''re monopolizing resources by ensuring these nations never recover."


    His fingers curled into fists as he imagined the countless lives destroyed by these schemes.


    Ss opened the next file, and his anger deepened. The organization''s actions were outright genocidal. Thepany created artificial shortages of life-saving drugs, leading to preventable deaths in the thousands, sometimes millions. But that was only the beginning.


    The document detailed how the organization engineered new viruses in controlled environments, developed cures for them in advance, and then released the viruses into the world.


    When pandemics inevitably broke out, they sold the cures at exorbitant prices, profiting from the chaos they had created.


    Out of morbid curiosity, Ss scrolled through the financial breakdown of the organization operations during thest pandemic.


    "$45 trillion?" Ss''s voice rose in shock. "What the fuck?! How?!"


    The number was mind-boggling. Trillions of dors made from a single global crisis. And yet, the document outlined ns for another pandemic—scheduled for release in 15 years.


    "This isn''t just greed," Ss muttered, his voice trembling with rage. "This is pure evil."


    Thest document detailed the ck Hand''s role in global conflicts. The defencepanies in the organization weren''t just defense contractors; they are war profiteer on an unimaginable scale.


    Thesepanies armed both sides of every major conflict, ensuring wars dragged on indefinitely.


    Ss scanned the names of countries, rebel groups, and governments, each linked to thesepanies supply chains.


    The document even included chilling evidence of thesepanies deliberately sabotaging peace talks to keep their profits flowing.


    By the time Ss finished reading, his hands were trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of his anger.


    "They''re not just fighting wars, yhey''re manufacturing them," Ss said to himself.


    Ss leaned back, exhaling deeply. The weight of the information was crushing, but he knew he couldn''t falter. The world couldn''t afford his hesitation.


    "Luna," he said, his voice cold and resolute, "prepare to send this data to trusted journalists, independent media outlets, and activist groups worldwide. Use anonymous channels and ensure the data is untraceable. I want this to hit like a tidal wave."


    {The data is ready for dissemination. Shall I proceed?} Luna asked.


    Ss allowed himself a rare smirk. "Do it."